standing over me, wearing only a towel, his body glistening from not being
dried properly. A line of water ran down the curving Maori tattoo on his right
arm, dripping onto the carpet. He had the type of body made from a construction
site—powerfully built and tanned,his muscular biceps and
six-pack not from a gym.He pushed a
hand through his wet brown hair, the stubble from last night gone. He was
delicious, but all I wanted was for him to get dressed and go to work, so I
could get back to the countless messages I had to answer. There were too many
to deal with, all to do with my writing. My thoughts made me feel guilty, even
more so since Tom was staring down at me with need in his eyes, the proof
pushing at his towel. But, I was overwhelmed with work, overwhelmed with
stress, and I really didn’t need him adding to it.
About the Author
SPORTS: As a teen my favorite sports were karate, badminton, and running. I also did unarmed combat and played in a touch rugby team (my gym teacher made me do the last one!) Now, I stick to coaching soccer and running. I have completed two marathons, numerous half-marathons and one 30K run.
CAREER PATH: I started off as a Graphic Designer, then went to Auckland University, where I got a BA degree in Art History and Italian Studies and a post-graduate Honors degree in Art History. I worked in the Art History field, then became a full-time artist, doing commissions. I eventually lost all of my senses and gave it up to be a poor, starving writer, smh.
FAVORITE FOODS: I’m vegetarian. I love pasta based foods, tofu, chocolate mousse and golden queen peaches.
BAD HABITS: I’m a major procrastinator that can’t seem to earn money to save myself!
STATUS: Married to my high school sweetheart (which he hates me calling him). We have two kids.