*****

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

fingers. “I know who you saw. It was the Haswells. Beth Haswell is the spit ‘n image of Charlotte, and her husband

Definitely my mistake

shut my

The Charlotte I met was certainly the same girl I saw

for changing the

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

pretty isn’t

so.

burst out laughing. “You

slide sideways. “I

*****

swish open and a blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby.

heart sinks as

Oh, God. It’s him….

Alexanders’ friend from the Club. Am I

This could be embarrassing.

sweeping past me as instead, he heads

doors, he abruptly slows, turns

pauses. “Sorry to seem rude, but do

yes. We met two or three years ago. You were with

his face clears. With the most

badge. 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 friend at a sex

I need to check with anyone if you

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

said

met

the other

he grins.

yes. He

“Glad to hear it. He’s a good man; one of the best, but sometimes…. um…

he. If you cut him in half, it’d

not wrong there. Gotta go Kirstie. See you around.” He heads back to the lifts, turning

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

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

halfway through my lunch, staring into space and pondering the incandescent joys of fucking with Ryan when a

carrying

brightly. “Hi,” she says. “Mind if

all.” I shuffle up my chair to make space as she

road and thought we might as well take the opportunity to get to know each other, since it looks as though we’re going to be seeing each other

“Sure…. er….”

me over her coffee.

chew over my words. What

this the right way. I know Ben’s your brother-in-law,

not shut up about you whenever I’ve seen him

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

“I don’t think it’s my impression that

from above

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