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….

must be my mistake. I saw Charlotte with a tall

was the Haswells. Beth Haswell

my

shut

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

thinks so. She’s

burst out laughing.

sideways. “I prefer

*****

doors swish open and a blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby. He is tall, although

as

Oh, God. It’s him….

from the Club. Am I going to

This could be embarrassing.

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

turns and

rude, but

two or three years ago. You were with your

blankly at me for a moment, then his face clears. With the most charming of smiles, he stabs a finger at me. “Debbie.

in and grins.

amazing looking man fucking my brains out in a threesome with his friend at a sex

check with anyone if you have an appointment or

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

your friend said that you’d

You’ve met him

just the

he grins. “Was he

yes. He was a

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

I laugh. “He’s a Dom, isn’t he. If you cut him

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

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

into space and

look up. It’s Charlotte, carrying a tray

she says.

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

you don’t mind?” she says as she seats herself. “I saw you from across the 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

“Sure…. er….”

eyes me over her coffee. “Something

chew over my words. What can I politely

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

He’s not shut up about you whenever I’ve

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

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

comes from above

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