on
Thurs—”
“At last.” Andrew sighed deeply and gathered
up his laptop brushing by Josh on his way out.
Was this it? Would he not see her again?
Thank God. More than likely, he would
not.
Glancing back into the room, a pang of
something he didn’t want to even think about describing raced
across his belly.
Then, he left.
Fourteen
In Samuel’s Room
Night sounds skittered outside his window as
Andrew lay in his bed and listened, thinking about how he’d
survived the day. Things had changed though, and he wasn’t quite
sure if they’d changed in a direction he’d wanted.
He’d been attracted to Tasha from the
beginning, that was a fact. What man wouldn’t? It had been a
physical, lustful need to get close to her body. To feel her in his
hands. Even if she was a lunatic.
Funny, he thought as he smiled at the
ceiling. She suddenly didn’t seem so crazy as she appeared sexy and
outrageous and down-right appealing.
Oh, hell....
I should find a way to get out of here, he
thought. Before anything happens that I’ll regret. But the fact was
that he couldn’t. At last report, Josh said the bus strike would
probably last the week. Or longer. No one seemed to know.
He was stuck.
Andrew rolled over onto his side, the night
breeze blowing warm and sultry through his window. He stared across
the room to Samuel, sleeping in the twin bed across the room, his
form silhouetted against a moonbeam slicing in the opposite window.
The older man’s rhythmic breathing lifted his chest slowly,
evenly.
He was an odd little man who spoke little and
gave off the impression of indifference to his new roommate. Samuel
had made it clear, however, that he didn’t expect this arrangement
to last longer than a day or two. He assured Andrew that something
would come open, soon.
Andrew wasn’t sure of that. In fact, he
wasn’t sure of anything, anymore.
Particularly when it came to one Tasha
Smith.
Maybe he was reading a lot more into this
than what was there. There wasn’t anything between them but a
physical thing that probably wouldn’t go anywhere at all. At least
not past the end of the week.
Besides, they were much too much the opposite
for anything permanent to develop out of their relationship. But
for once in his life, perhaps he should fly by the seat of his
pants and just see what happens—for the next few days, at least. It
could be fun.
He didn’t know if it was in him to do
anything more.
Fifteen
Eden II, Orientation to Nudity
“I’m not going in there. Feel free to go
yourself.” Andrew stopped short at the side entrance to the
hotel.
“But Andrew,” Tasha pleaded, “I have no
inhibitions about all this. You’re the one who needs the
orientation. Come on. Give it a chance. Won’t you?”
Tasha wasn’t quite sure how she’d managed to
get Andrew out of the Samuel’s hotel room, but she had. Now, it was
only going to take just a little more coaxing on her part before he
entered and made his way down the hallway to the meeting room. She
hooked her arm in his and stepped forward.
“Remember,” she added convincingly, “the
brochure said that all participants will benefit from this brief
orientation to the resort. It’s for those who are hesitant and
unsure about, um...about all the activities offered, remember? For
the faint of heart. I think you’d fall into that category, don’t
you?” She patted his arm as they approached the thick wooden door.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right beside you.”
Andrew glared at her. “That’s not a very
comforting thought.”
“Why?” She deigned surprise.
“Because you’re crazy and I don’t know what
the hell I’m doing here.”
Tasha grinned and opened the outside door of
the lodge. “We agreed, Andrew, that while we’re here, we might as
well try this thing. Remember? We talked about it this morning.”
She’d woke him just after the crack of dawn. Samuel had already
left for the day.
“I