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….

a tall dark-haired guy and assumed

was the Haswells. Beth Haswell is the spit

my mistake

to shut

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

for changing

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

pretty

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

burst out laughing. “You don’t

eyes slide sideways. “I prefer

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man enters the lobby. He is tall, although not overly so, broad-shouldered

as I recognise

Oh, God. It’s him….

Club. Am I going to

This could be embarrassing.

at me, his brilliantly blue-eyed gaze sweeping past me

turns and looks back

“Sorry to seem rude, but do we

met two or three years

clears. With the most charming of smiles, he stabs

closer, he peers in and grins. “Ah, Kirstie.” He laughs. “I see. Nice to meet you Kirstie.” He taps his nose. “Kirstie. I’ll remember

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

check with anyone if you have

course, you’re new. No, don’t worry. They know

your friend said that you’d got

met him

the

grins. “Was

He was a

to hear it. He’s a good man; one of the best, but sometimes…. um… empathy’s not

cut him in half, it’d say ‘Dom’

Kirstie. See you around.” He heads back to the lifts, turning back as the doors open,

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

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are very good. But I prefer to get out for a while for a change

take a window seat and I’m halfway through my lunch, staring into space and pondering

up. It’s Charlotte, carrying a tray loaded with

brightly. “Hi,” she says. “Mind if

shuffle up my chair to make space as she puts her tray down on

as well take the opportunity to get to know each other, since it

“Sure…. er….”

over her coffee.

over my words. What

I know Ben’s your brother-in-law,

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

met him half a dozen times and had a couple of dates. Please don’t get the

don’t think it’s my impression that

comes from above us.

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