Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 13

*****

I wake to sunlight streaming over the bed. My view is blocked by Ryan, standing over me, offering me a mug.

“You like coffee on a morning?” he asks.

“I sit up to take the mug from him. “It’s one of the food groups.” I grin.

When was the last time I woke up in a man’s bed?

He sits by me, sipping from his own cup. He doesn’t speak, but repeatedly, his glance strays my way before he looks away again, smiling.

The obvious question finally looms. “What time is it?”

“Ten to eight.”

“Jeez! I’ll be late to work!”

“Hey, calm down. I’ll drive you there.”

“I can’t go like this….”

“The shower’s through there….”

As it is, Ryan delivers me on squealing wheels to Haswell Building at two minutes to nine,

And as I swipe my entry card, James Alexanders is coming in right behind me. He must have seen Ryan drop me off and he wears the kind of half-smile that says he knows exactly why I am wearing yesterday’s blouse and a rapidly painted-on expression of dignity.

“Morning, Kirstie.”

“Morning Mr Alexanders.”

*****

That evening, walking the dogs on the beach, Ben jogs up to me, and Scruffy barges in to meet up with my canine gang again.

“Hi.” he puffs, bending to rest hands on knees for a minute as he catches his breath. “How are you? Great to see you again.”

“I’m fine.” In truth, I am a little uncomfortable. The speed, and for that matter, the direction in which my ‘relationship’ with Ben is progressing is unnerving me. He seems to believe that we are a lot closer than I do, and I am not at all sure that I want to take things with him any further.

What’s a safe topic of conversation?

Oh, yes….

“I was surprised when I met Charlotte at work and realised who she is. You and your brother aren’t much alike, are you?”

He frowns. “Sorry? You’ve met my brother?”

“Yes, I saw him with Charlotte in the lobby a few days ago.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that. He must have been picking her up.”

“Er, no. They were on their way out actually. I would never have taken the pair of you for brothers….”

“I don’t think we’re that unalike, are we? I know he’s a lot blonder than I am….”

Blonder?

“No, the man I saw was dark; much darker-haired than you. “

He shakes his head. “Mike’s blond, very blond. He looks like something from a toothpaste advert. You know, the kind with the sunshine-healthy family, all corn-fed, and eating wheat germ and yoghurt.”

Mike….? Not James then….

Time to tread carefully….

be my mistake. I saw Charlotte with a tall dark-haired guy and assumed that it was

Haswell

Definitely my

to shut

spinning overtime, running on whirring red-hot axles. The Charlotte I met

opt for changing

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

pretty isn’t

so. Mike certainly thinks so.

laughing. “You

sideways. “I

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strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby. He is

as

Oh, God. It’s him….

from the Club. Am I

This could be embarrassing.

brilliantly blue-eyed gaze sweeping past me as instead, he heads

he abruptly slows, turns and looks back at

pauses. “Sorry to seem rude, but

three years ago. You

at me for a moment, then his face clears. With the most

tap my lapel badge. Moving closer, he peers in and grins. “Ah, Kirstie.” He laughs. “I see. Nice to meet you Kirstie.”

something to say that is not related to this amazing looking man fucking my brains out in a threesome with his friend at a sex

anyone if

don’t worry. They know me here. I’m just going to find

your friend said

You’ve met

just the other

he grins. “Was

He

grin grows wider. “Glad to hear it. He’s a good man;

a Dom, isn’t he. If you cut him

lifts, turning back as the doors open, and waving. “I’m Michael by the way.

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

good. But I prefer to get out for a while for a change of air, so I head for the coffee bar over the road, ordering myself a latte and a

seat and I’m halfway through my lunch, staring into space and pondering the incandescent joys of

Charlotte, carrying a

“Hi,” she says. “Mind if I join

to make space as

well take the opportunity to get to know each other, since it looks as though we’re going

“Sure…. er….”

eyes me over

words. What can

this the right way. I know Ben’s your brother-in-law, but I barely know him

him? He’s not shut up about you whenever I’ve seen

dates. Please don’t get the wrong impression about where we are with each

“I don’t think it’s my

voice comes from above

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