by Basha'ir on September 6th, 2012, 7:52 pm
Basha’ir’s contentment was short-lived. She had been soaking in blissful solitude for but a few moments, when she, along with every other occupant of the pool, was subjected to a horrible coughing and retching that sounded as if someone had decided they would see how the Konti did it and tried to breathe in a lungful of water. Without really thinking, she turned her head to look over her shoulder at the source of the disquieting commotion…and instantly regretted that she had done so. Immediately, she turned her face back to the wall and she squeezed her eyes tight shut. It wasn’t that she had found the wholly unexpected sight of the very exposed body of Orion Michaels to be so very unpleasant to look at. In fact, she had only caught a very brief glimpse of the…er…back parts of him as he began to climb from the pool. What little she had seen looked just fine. But that she had seen any of it brought a bright, deep pink to her face. Sinking down into the water, much as Orion had just a few moments before, she wondered what in the world he was doing here. She felt a little irritated, as if somehow he shouldn’t be, though she realized that was ludicrous. He had every right to be anywhere in the city he chose. But why oh why did it have to be right here and right at the very same time as her own visit to the baths?
More than irritation though, much more, she felt a growing sense of mortification, as it dawned on her that, as she had caught a glimpse of him, bare, he might well have seen her…Oh no! Bash’ir sank lower in the water, right up to her upper lip, though she did not try to breathe in as Orion had so inadvertently done. Perhaps, he hadn’t seen her, she thought hopefully, desperately. She hadn’t been exactly cautious as she had walked about the pool but if his attention had been elsewhere, it was possible . . .
Her panicked ruminations were cut short by the sound of a voice, calling out Orion’s name. Huh? He must have a friend here or… Her ears were still out of the water, barely, and she heard the rest and realized, this was where he worked? In a bath house? What kind of doctor earned their keep working at a spa?Her brow wrinkled in puzzlement, but she grasped at this new revelation as perhaps a way that she could avoid detection, if he hadn’t already seen her. He’d be thinking about this new patient and hurrying to change and…
The room for the men was right over there, right where he’d have to walk right past her, or go a very, very long way around, outside the pool area, and why in the world would he bother to do that?
More panicked than ever, Basha’ir did the only thing she could think of. Taking a great gulp of air, her cheeks blown out comically, her finger and thumb pinching her nose shut, like a child who has not learned how to hold her breath properly, she pushed herself down into the water, trying to get completely submerged before he reached where she was. It was just so unfortunate that she did not know how to swim, not a lick.
But if I share my secret, you're gonna have to keep it. No-one else can see this...