Eleni licked the tip of her finger slowly. Her pink tongue catching the bit of coffee that spilled over the side of her cup only to run willy-nilly along her skin. "Something that describes what I do ...," her thoughts drifted around what information should be presented on her new Guru profile. As she was about to tap away, some kind of movement outside her window caused her to turn her head toward it. It was the neighbors' handsome gardener and today he skillfully matched his muddy work boots with dark blue jeans caked with dirt. The movement was this lovely gardener removing his t-shirt and wiping his chiseled frame free of the sweat he'd accumulated from installing their new English garden bed. Eleni uttered to herself, "I hope to god he never finishes this garden." Forgetting all about the Guru profile, she now moved to the window, coffee cup in hand. The fingertips of her free hand pressed against the smoothness of the glass. She traced the outline of his shirtless, sun-kissed torso against it and hummed a soft tune. She was completely lost in her daydreams of running that finger along his real body as it chased a bead of sweat down the curves and valleys of his sculpted form. He must have sensed her gaze or maybe he felt her finger mentally upon his body because in one moment he was fighting stubborn ancient roots with an ax and the next he was staring right at her, hands at his sides letting the ax handle slip from his strong grip. At first he had no smile to share with her, he was still caught up in "Battlefield Garden" but when he noticed she was just wearing a white robe and matching panties, the warrior in him subsided and the battle of the lawn could wait. The robe had fallen open, a fact to which she was completely oblivious to until she saw he was headed right for her. She stood her ground watching him approach and once he was upon her, she simply sipped her coffee and watched him through the glass. He stood just on the other side watching her, ready.