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….

with a tall dark-haired guy and assumed that it was your

Beth Haswell is the

my

shut

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

opt for changing the

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

pretty isn’t

certainly thinks so. She’s a

out laughing.

sideways. “I prefer

*****

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

heart sinks as I

Oh, God. It’s him….

from the Club. Am I going to be seeing

This could be embarrassing.

his brilliantly blue-eyed gaze sweeping past me

abruptly slows, turns and looks

seem rude,

years ago. You

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

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

to say that is not related to this amazing looking man fucking my brains out

to check with anyone if

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

your friend said that

You’ve met him

just the other

grins. “Was he

yes. He

man; one of the

“He’s a Dom, isn’t he. If you cut him in half, it’d say ‘Dom’ running right through the

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

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

go to the staff canteen; the facilities are very 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

take a window seat and I’m halfway through my lunch, staring into space and pondering the incandescent joys of fucking with Ryan when a shadow falls over my

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

brightly. “Hi,” she says. “Mind if

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

and thought we might as well take the opportunity to

“Sure…. er….”

me over her coffee. “Something

my words. What can I

know Ben’s your brother-in-law,

not shut up about you

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

it’s my

comes from

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