Ben is red, almost purple-faced, raging incoherently at Charlotte. He's standing close, really close; well within the personal space that most people carry around with them. And his body language... Is he going to hit her?It really does look as though it's turning violent. I stab at the con again. "Security. Speed it up to the lobby, please. You're needed here pronto."The elevator doors open: it's James, looking angrier than I've seen him. I simply point outside to where the row between Ben and Charlotte has reached Def Con One. His fists are balled as he strides out.Outside, Ben, although not a particularly tall man, is looking over Charlotte, almost looming over her. Everything about him screams violence.He shoves at her, a palm flat on her chest...He is going to hit her...Charlotte's fist swings, catching him square in the face, and blood spurts. Ben roars outrage, and at that moment, two security men burst into the lobby."Outside!" I yell, following them to
As he leaves, James calls after him, "No more second chances, Ben."Ben doesn't turn or acknowledge the words, but I see his scowl as he crosses the street.Michael turns to Charlotte, pulls her into his arms. "I don't know what he said to you, but I do not want a divorce."Now that the crisis has passed, Charlotte crumples. Her face pressed against his chest, she nods, tears in her voice. "I know.""Come on. Let's get you inside.""Can I get you a coffee or something?" I ask.Michael nods gratefully. "That'd be great, Kirstie. Thanks."I show the three into the small conference room which is vacant for the afternoon. When I bring in the coffee tray, James passes me a note. "Can you call that number, please, Kirstie. Ask for Sam Callaghan and tell him that Charlotte won't be on-site this afternoon. I'll be in touch with him about it tomorrow.""Of course, Mr Alexanders.""And apart from returning your belongings to you, if you see any sign of Ben Summerford near this
In my apartment, as I hover between two different outfits, I hear the ping of a phone message, but not from my own mobile.After a few moments, there is the sound of cursing from the lounge. Sticking my head around the door, "Problem?" I ask.Ryan, looking thoroughly annoyed, says, "I'm sorry. I've been called away. There's something that needs dealing with...""Always on call when you work for yourself?"He grimaces. "Yes, that's the downside. Lots of freedom, but lots of responsibility too." He pauses, thinking. "Look, this shouldn't take me more than a couple of hours. Why don't you get yourself ready anyway, and I'll meet you at this club of yours?""Sounds great.""Good." He takes my hand, squeezing the fingers. "Text me the address and I'll see you there.""Sure. I'll tell them at the door to expect you and that you're with me. They only let in so many single men and if they think you're by yourself, you might not get in."*****At the Club, waiting for Ryan, I
Michael chuckles. "You and me both. Charlotte and James aren't keen either." Charlotte nods agreement.Marcie angles over towards us, her eyes fixed on Michael. His falls falls. "Oh... God..." he murmurs."Looks like she's still interested in you..." chuckles Charlotte."Mmmm..." His tone is wry."Hello, Michael. I've not seen you around here for a while." Marcie's over-made face radiates fake friendship, fake sincerity, fake everything.She'd look so much better if she toned down the makeup a bit... just tried to be a bit more genuine...... mutton dressed as lamb...Michael's smile is polite but distinctly unwelcoming. Nope, they don't like her either...Can't argue with their taste in people..."No, I've not been here for a while. I got married a few months ago." He holds up his left hand, displaying his ring.Her jaw falls slack, then she looks at Charlotte, venom in her eyes."Married? Really?" she almost hisses. She looks sideways towards Steve, then visi
"Hello, Mr Alexanders...""Kirstie, we discussed this before. We're not at work now. It's James...""Hello, James. Michael here was just telling me how you saved Charlotte's life..."His eyes roll sideways. "I thought we agreed not to advertise that..." he mutters.Michael's grin is unrepentant. "We agreed not to advertise it unnecessarily. Sometimes it is appropriate.""Like when?""Like when Marcie gets disparaging about my best friend and risks my wife punching her teeth out."James frowns. "Have I missed something?"I'm saved from answering. Ryan appears at the door. "He's here then?" says Michael."Sorry?""No woman smiles like that at the arrival of a random stranger." His words are calm, but his eyes are smiling.I blush.Oh, God. I just blew off your brother..."Kirstie, it's alright." He touches my hand; the briefest of glancing touches. "Ben's a good man, even if it doesn't look that way to you right now. But he's not the right man for you."The
"It's all a bit... public," says Ryan. "Are we expected to...""Only if you want to. Plenty of people get off on exhibitionism. And a lot enjoy voyeurism.""And you? Have you... done these things?""Yes, I've done them. But only with other people who also enjoyed it."Realisation washes across his face. "Is that how you know James and Michael? You and they...?"Oh, crap.Is this it?Might as well be truthful. He's bound to find out sooner or later..."Yes, once."He chews the thought over. "Once? They weren't your... lovers?""No, they're a couple of nice guys that I had sex with, once.""And what am I? Another nice guy you have sex with?"Now there is a challenge in his eye, and for the first time, I know in my heart of hearts that I want this man to be more than that."No," I say. "It started out that way. You know it did... the way we met. But you're more to me now." I wait for his response... which doesn't come.Anxiety snatches at my gut. "How do you fe
"I can, Kirstie," he says calmly. "I think I can do whatever I want with you."Whimpering, vibrating with the desire for climax, I say nothing. "Do you want to come, Kirstie?" I nod, my face still pressed against the sheets."I thought so. I'll let you come in a while if you ask me nicely.""Please, let me come...""Mmmm... you want me to give you an orgasm... like this?" Fingertips play over my swollen clit. Hypersensitive now, I groan as he plays with the quivering nub. Slick and wet with my own juices, his skin slips over mine, sending pleasure rippling through me. Almost immediately, my climax rises again and I arch and strain, shuddering against the welling pressure inside me.And as I hover, brinking on my climax, once more, the fingers withdraw. and this time, there is a Slap! against my buttocks. I yelp against the sting. It's not truly painful, but contrasting sharply with my sizzling rise to climax, it sends shockwaves vibrating through me.Oh, God..."Ryan,
And he falls silent.Waiting for my response?"That's good," I say, "because I don't want to share you either."He smiles and sits back, sipping his wine, his expression thoughtful."Tell me about 'redbreast' and 'ravens'," he says. "I expected you to simply give me 'yellow' and 'red' or something similar. It sounds as though there is a story behind the two words.""It's from when I was a little girl," I say. "There were ravens at the bottom of our garden, and when I was small, they seemed so huge.""You were frightened of them?""Yes. They felt like monsters from some fairy tale to me.""And redbreast?""The other bird I always saw in the garden was a robin. He used to follow my father around when he was digging the ground. Dad would toss worms and leather-jackets to him. He was a friendly little thing. I loved him, and I always put out food and water for him in the winter. He was a sort of childhood friend."Ryan nods. "Nice story." he smiles.I shiver a little,