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

saw. It was the Haswells. Beth Haswell is the

Definitely my

to shut

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

for changing the

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

very pretty isn’t

so. She’s a bit

laughing.

slide sideways.

*****

blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby.

sinks as

Oh, God. It’s him….

friend from the Club. Am I going

This could be embarrassing.

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

slows, turns and looks back at me, brow

“Sorry to seem rude, but do we know each

met two or three years ago.

the most charming of smiles, he stabs a finger at me. “Debbie.

Moving closer, he peers in and grins. “Ah,

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

I need to check with anyone if you have an appointment or

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

friend said that you’d got

You’ve met him

the

grins.

yes. He was a

good man; one of the best, but sometimes…. um… empathy’s not

he. If you cut him in half,

not 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

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

out for a

I’m halfway through my lunch, staring into space and

look up. It’s Charlotte, carrying

smiles brightly. “Hi,” she says. “Mind if I join

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

from across the road and thought we might as well take the opportunity to get

“Sure…. er….”

me over her coffee.

over my words.

way. I know Ben’s your brother-in-law, but

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

met him half a dozen times and had a couple of dates. Please

don’t think it’s my impression

from above us.

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