Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 22

*****

And afterwards, as we lie together, naked in the half-light, he says, “I have something for you if you will accept it.”

He seems a little uncertain as he produces a small satin bag from a side-drawer, the kind that usually contains jewellery. I open it to find a narrow, black velvet choker, with a dewdrop pearl suspended.

“Will you accept it?” he asks, a trace of anxiety in his voice. “Will you wear it?”

Am I being collared?

I think I am….

I finger it, rolling the pearl in my fingers; so small and delicate a thing, and yet, so laden with significance.

“You understand what you are asking of me?” I say. “When you give me something like this? When you ask me to wear it?”

“Yes, I understand,” he says. “And yes, I am asking that you wear it for me. Will you do that?”

His voice brims with hope and worry; desire and unease. “Am I asking too much of you? Or too quickly?”

The pearl, opalescent with pale, swirling, beautiful colours, sits between my fingers.

Is this too soon?

No, I want this too….

“No, I don’t think you are. It’s just that no-one before has ever wanted me like this….”

“I want you like this. Isn’t that enough?”

Unravelling the velvet, I place it around my neck, fumbling with the catch at the back.

“Here, let me,” he whispers, reaching behind me to clip it closed. And as it fastens he kisses the soft skin at the nape of my neck. “Thank you, Kirstie.”

He strokes my cheek, the line of my jaw and down to my neck where he has just placed his mark on me, his ownership.

We lie together, entwined, his arms around me, he lazily stroking me. After a long while, he speaks again.

“Kirstie, I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t, but I have to ask you this…. Are you still seeing anyone else? I know when we met that you were. And because of the way that we met, I don’t really have the right to ask you the question, but….”

I twist in his embrace to meet his eye. “No, I’m not. Not anymore. There was someone, but, he wasn’t right and…. I don’t even want to now. I used to go to the clubs a lot, but now I simply want to be with you.”

“The clubs? What clubs?”

Me and my big mouth….

“Oh, er…. I used to go to clubs a lot for, er….” I chew my words, wondering how much I can say.

You’ve finally found someone you want to be with….

Don’t fuck it up….

“Kirstie? Talk to me. What are these clubs?”

“They’re er, sex clubs. I used to go a lot before I met you.”

He stares at me. My stomach clenches.

Oh, God. Have I spoiled everything?

Then he smiles. “You used to go to sex clubs, but you don’t anymore? Because of me?”

“Mmm, yes… because of you.”

He kisses me. “Thank you for telling me this. I have been worrying….”

You were worrying?

“…. that sex is important enough for you and me to have met in the first place, but that perhaps I could not…. be enough…. for you.”

My heart skips a beat. “Ryan, you are ‘enough for me’. I love what you do to me, what we do together. You have me thinking of you all the time.”

He pulls me to him again and kisses me. The kiss is hard, penetrating and possessive; and it sets my heart pounding again. Then he pulls back.

“These clubs, you went often? You have friends there? You would like to go again, but with me?”

“I would love to do that, but only if you’re comfortable with it. There’s something about the atmosphere, watching people being good together…. But….” and my words stall again.

“But….?”

“….. but, you realise that you would be meeting….”

He finishes my sentence. “…. I would be meeting men you have had sex with? Yes, I realise that. What I also realise is that they will see you with me, and know that while they had you for an hour, with me, you have stayed. They couldn’t keep you, but I did.”

*****

From my seat at in the lobby, with little to do right now except sit here and look alert, I gaze out of the panoramic front windows.

The elevators doors hiss and open, to produce Charlotte. As she walks by, she nods across the room to me, a little frostily, “Kirstie.”

“Mrs Summerford.”

Guess it’s going to be a while before we’re friends again….

She exits and turns off down the street, but as she does so, from the cafeteria door across the road, I see Ben emerge, clearly making straight for her. His face is distorted with anger and he is marching across with clear ‘intent’.

Under the counter, with my fist, I slam the panic button hard, which should call Security immediately and with urgency.

I can see the two outside. Ben has caught up with her. Charlotte is trying to walk on, past him, but he is blocking her path, shouting, almost screaming at her. His raised voice carries even through the glass doors of the building as he blasts with both barrels at her. I can’t make out his words, but his tone is frightening. She ought to be intimidated, but she isn’t. Even from here I can see her reaction. She’s not scared of him.

James said she’s tough.

Seconds have passed, but it feels like much longer….

Jeez…. should I call in more help?

I jab at the buttons on my com. “Francis, it’s Kirstie in the lobby. Ben Summerford is outside, ranting at Charlotte. It’s not looking good. He’s looking really threatening towards her. I’ve called Security, but can you please tell Mr Alexanders to get down here right now…. And do you have the contact for his friend Michael? Can you call him, please. Tell him he’s needed here as soon as possible.”

After the briefest of pauses…. “James is on his way.”

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…. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

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….