Part of the Getting Naughty: Twenty Tantalizing Tales anthology
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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.
Excerpt:
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.”
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.”
About the Author
Regina Kammer is a librarian, an art historian, and an award-nominated, best-selling, multi-published writer of erotica and historical erotic romance. Her short stories and novels make history sexier, whether the era is Roman, Byzantine, Viking, American Revolution, or Victorian. She’s even sexed up contemporary settings, Steampunk, and Greco-Roman mythology. She has been published by Cleis Press, Go Deeper Press, Ellora’s Cave, House of Erotica, Story Ink, Loose Id, The Naughty Literati, and her own imprint, Viridium Press. She began writing historical fiction with romantic elements during National Novel Writing Month 2006, switching to erotica when all her characters suddenly demanded to have sex.Subscribe to Kammerotica News
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