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….

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

Haswells. Beth Haswell is

my mistake

shut

on whirring red-hot axles. The Charlotte I met was certainly the same

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….

laughing. “You

slide sideways. “I

*****

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

sinks as

Oh, God. It’s him….

Alexanders’ friend from the Club. Am I

This could be embarrassing.

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

he abruptly slows, turns and looks back at me, brow

“Sorry to seem rude,

met two or three years ago. You were with your friend,

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

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

related to this amazing looking man fucking

check with anyone if you have an

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

friend said that

met

the other

grins. “Was he

He

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

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

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

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

facilities are very good. But I prefer to get out for a while for a change of air, so I head for the

into space and

carrying a

she says. “Mind if

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

herself. “I saw you from across the road and thought we might as well take the opportunity to get to know each other, since

“Sure…. er….”

over her coffee. “Something

my words. What can I

I know Ben’s your brother-in-law, but

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

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

looks pensive. “I don’t think it’s my impression

comes from above us.

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