Copyright © Regina Kammer, 2015
“Date anyone lately?”
She plunked a glass of iced tea in front of me as I ate amazingly good cheese and bread in the dining room. A humid breeze blew through the open sliding-glass door to the east balcony, the smell of freshly mowed lawn wafting up from the low rolling grassy common below.
I laughed darkly while a vision of me eating Little Man Goody Cao all by myself danced in my brain. “No.”
“Hmm.” Megan lifted a brow as she sat across from me.
“I’m too busy to fuss with online dating.” That’s what people did these days, wasn’t it?
“Surely there must be other grad students?”
“We’re all busy. And a lot of them are already married. With children.”
Megan sighed. “Well, it must be difficult to find a man in whatever it is you’re doing. Feminist Studies, is it?”
“Women’s Studies, Meg. And it’s only my emphasis.”
I scowled at her, but her eyes twinkled with joviality.
I shook my head. “There are a couple of great guys in Classics. Maybe when I’m finished―”
Megan threw up her hands. “Stop making excuses, Laur. It’s always after you finish this thing or that. The last time it was translating some Greek.”
I’d finished that well over a year ago.
She started to say something, then thought better of it. I gulped a swallow of tea and stared out the window.
To a perfect view of a naked guy.
A very hot naked guy.
I almost spit out my beverage.
He was in the building across the common. He was tall and blond, lanky but athletic, and framed by the large double window of his living room. He left and was out of sight for only a moment. He then re-appeared in the barely frosted glass of the bathroom shower stall and began to, um, well, bathe…rubbing soap all over…flexing and bending into the spray of water…grabbing and washing his—
Heat rose in my face. “Oh. My. God.”
Megan giggled. “That’s Christoph.”
“Christoph?” I squeaked.
“I used to watch him all the time. But after we became friends, it was sort of weird.” Megan sipped her tea. “He works at Parker’s company.” She eyed me. “He’s single.”
I eyed her right back. “And lives in Switzerland.”
She shrugged. “So you have a summer fling.”