check on the agreement, I head outside to find Greyston.
As I wander out from beneath the shade of the eave overhanging the dark stone patio, I see Greyston standing by the edge of the pool, running a towel over his head to dry his hair. His face is blocked by the blue terrycloth, but I’m not really focused on that part of his anatomy anyway; my eyes are far too interested in his strong arms, his chiseled chest and abs, and his muscular legs.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to melt into a puddle or spontaneously combust.
He drops the towel and begins to wipe the water droplets from his lightly tanned skin. “How was your sleep? Was the bed comfortable enough?”
Drawing my eyes away from his chest, I nod and walk toward him, taking a seat on one of the poolside chairs. “It was great. Thank you.” I take a sip of coffee and then look back up at him. “Yours?”
“I slept better last night than I have all week. I tend to have difficulty falling back into regular sleep patterns after returning home from a long trip,” he explains.
“Well, I’m glad you slept better last night.”
Greyston sits on the chair next to mine. “You work today?”
Nodding, I sit back on my chair and relax. “I do. It’s only a four-hour shift, though. I have a test to study for this weekend.”
“Anything I can help you with?”
While I’m certain he’s a very highly educated man, I decide to tease him a little. “I don’t know. I’m not exactly majoring in football.”
“Funny,” he says with a wicked grin. “I’ll have you know I only went to college on a football scholarship. I majored in English.”
Looking out over the pool and at the desert, I sigh. “So, do you do this every morning?” I ask, turning my head to Greyston. “Swim, I mean.”
He nods. “I do. Well, I try to, right up until it gets too cold, anyway. Do you swim?”
“When I can,” I answer. “Do you have plans for today?”
“Actually, I’ve got a few things to do for work before Callie gets here.”
The small smile I’ve been sporting all morning falls, and I stare down into my almost-empty mug. “Oh, she’s coming over today?” I’m both upset by this and mildly curious. “I can’t wait to meet her.”
Greyston stands up off his chair and grabs his towel. “I think you’ll really like her. The two of you will get along great.”
I won’t lie; there’s a part of me that doubts the “liking her” part, mainly because I’m completely and irrationally jealous.
“I’m going to go and have a shower so I can get a start on my day. If I don’t see you before you leave, have a good day at work. I’ll see you for dinner?” The way he’s smiling at me used to make me think there was something flirtatious behind it, but now I know I’m just desperate for male attention.
“Sounds good,” I tell him. “You have a good day, too.”
Greyston heads inside, leaving me on the patio to stare out into the open desert. It’s quiet here. Peaceful. Back at the dorms, there were always people milling about in the halls, parties across the halls, or random men coming in and out of my room. At my parents’ house…well, there was just the one problem.
Before I get too lost in my disturbing thoughts, I decide to go inside to get ready for work, also.
Just over an hour later, I arrive at the café. Katie’s busy serving a short lineup of customers when I slip behind the counter and tie my apron around my waist so I can help prepare the drinks in the queue. Once the line has cleared, Katie and I start cleaning.
“How’s it been this morning?” I ask, wiping the spilled milk droplets off the counter.
Katie’s busy checking the levels of all the flavored syrups. “Not too bad. How was your night? You’re moved into your new place now, right?”
“I am. I just finished moving in last night. Spent my first night there and everything.” I laugh lightly. “I actually forgot where I was when I first woke up. It’s hard to
As I wander out from beneath the shade of the eave overhanging the dark stone patio, I see Greyston standing by the edge of the pool, running a towel over his head to dry his hair. His face is blocked by the blue terrycloth, but I’m not really focused on that part of his anatomy anyway; my eyes are far too interested in his strong arms, his chiseled chest and abs, and his muscular legs.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to melt into a puddle or spontaneously combust.
He drops the towel and begins to wipe the water droplets from his lightly tanned skin. “How was your sleep? Was the bed comfortable enough?”
Drawing my eyes away from his chest, I nod and walk toward him, taking a seat on one of the poolside chairs. “It was great. Thank you.” I take a sip of coffee and then look back up at him. “Yours?”
“I slept better last night than I have all week. I tend to have difficulty falling back into regular sleep patterns after returning home from a long trip,” he explains.
“Well, I’m glad you slept better last night.”
Greyston sits on the chair next to mine. “You work today?”
Nodding, I sit back on my chair and relax. “I do. It’s only a four-hour shift, though. I have a test to study for this weekend.”
“Anything I can help you with?”
While I’m certain he’s a very highly educated man, I decide to tease him a little. “I don’t know. I’m not exactly majoring in football.”
“Funny,” he says with a wicked grin. “I’ll have you know I only went to college on a football scholarship. I majored in English.”
Looking out over the pool and at the desert, I sigh. “So, do you do this every morning?” I ask, turning my head to Greyston. “Swim, I mean.”
He nods. “I do. Well, I try to, right up until it gets too cold, anyway. Do you swim?”
“When I can,” I answer. “Do you have plans for today?”
“Actually, I’ve got a few things to do for work before Callie gets here.”
The small smile I’ve been sporting all morning falls, and I stare down into my almost-empty mug. “Oh, she’s coming over today?” I’m both upset by this and mildly curious. “I can’t wait to meet her.”
Greyston stands up off his chair and grabs his towel. “I think you’ll really like her. The two of you will get along great.”
I won’t lie; there’s a part of me that doubts the “liking her” part, mainly because I’m completely and irrationally jealous.
“I’m going to go and have a shower so I can get a start on my day. If I don’t see you before you leave, have a good day at work. I’ll see you for dinner?” The way he’s smiling at me used to make me think there was something flirtatious behind it, but now I know I’m just desperate for male attention.
“Sounds good,” I tell him. “You have a good day, too.”
Greyston heads inside, leaving me on the patio to stare out into the open desert. It’s quiet here. Peaceful. Back at the dorms, there were always people milling about in the halls, parties across the halls, or random men coming in and out of my room. At my parents’ house…well, there was just the one problem.
Before I get too lost in my disturbing thoughts, I decide to go inside to get ready for work, also.
Just over an hour later, I arrive at the café. Katie’s busy serving a short lineup of customers when I slip behind the counter and tie my apron around my waist so I can help prepare the drinks in the queue. Once the line has cleared, Katie and I start cleaning.
“How’s it been this morning?” I ask, wiping the spilled milk droplets off the counter.
Katie’s busy checking the levels of all the flavored syrups. “Not too bad. How was your night? You’re moved into your new place now, right?”
“I am. I just finished moving in last night. Spent my first night there and everything.” I laugh lightly. “I actually forgot where I was when I first woke up. It’s hard to
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