That night when I went to Dr. Kamara’s cabin for dinner, I dressed as professionally as I could for dinner on a hot island. I wanted them to see me as a serious person, not a fun-loving dolphin, so I wore my navy dress clothes. I didn’t think I could get much more serious than that.Karl answered the door wearing an off-white linen shirt that was unbuttoned down to the bottom of his pecs. I tried not to stare at his massive chest, but when I looked down, I found that I was equally attracted to his muscular thighs, which protruded in all the right places from his linen pants. A quick gaze at his feet told me that not only did he look amazing in leather sandals, but that he was a man whose self-confidence allowed him to get pedicures.
“Wow! A man in uniform. Handsome,” he said, reaching over
