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….

I saw Charlotte with a tall dark-haired guy and assumed that

fingers. “I know who you saw. It was the Haswells. Beth Haswell

Definitely my mistake

shut my

mind is spinning overtime, running on whirring red-hot axles. The Charlotte I met was certainly

opt for changing

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

pretty

I suppose so. Mike certainly thinks so. She’s a bit er…. ginger

out laughing. “You don’t like

slide sideways.

*****

open and a blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby. He is tall, although not overly so, broad-shouldered

heart sinks as I recognise

Oh, God. It’s him….

friend from the Club. Am I going to be seeing them both

This could be embarrassing.

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

turns and looks back at

seem rude, but

met two or three years ago. You

then his face clears. With the most charming of smiles, he stabs

Moving closer, he peers in and grins.

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

check with anyone if you have an appointment

rolls his eyes. “Sorry, of course, you’re new. No, don’t worry. They know me here. I’m just going to find

said

met

the

grins. “Was

yes. He

man; one of the best, but sometimes…. um…

isn’t he. If you cut him in half, it’d say ‘Dom’ running right

wrong there. Gotta go Kirstie. See you around.” He heads back to the lifts, turning back as the doors open, and waving. “I’m Michael by the way. Nice to meet

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

for a while for a change of air, so I head for the

and pondering the incandescent

carrying a tray

“Hi,” she says.

to make space as she puts her tray down

road and thought we might as well take the

“Sure…. er….”

eyes me over her coffee. “Something

words. What

Ben’s

know him? He’s not shut up about you whenever

and had a couple of dates. Please don’t get the wrong impression about where we are

it’s my impression that you need to worry

from

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