Part of the Naughty Escapes Boxed-set – Available July 1st
Blurb: The apartment in Zurich was supposed to be the perfect disruption-free
place to finish my dissertation. Trouble is, my room came with a very
distracting view.
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.”
Based on actual events. In Zurich. !!
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