Free Crazy for You by Maddie James Page A

was half asleep. Needed my coffee.”
    “That’s no excuse. We’ll just see how the
orientation goes, all right. Just trust me.”
    “Trust you?” Andrew echoed as he cautiously
stepped inside. “That’s like asking me to trust a rattle snake,” he
grumbled.
    Tasha smiled and led him down the hall.
    The room was somewhat secluded and located
near the back of the building. Good, Andrew thought. He wasn’t into
meeting up with unclothed humans at the moment.
    Upon entering the empty, red carpeted room,
Tasha led him up the aisle between several rows of chairs, then
plopped herself down smack in the center of the front row. Andrew
immediately shrank back.
    “I believe I’ll sit in the back.” He turned
toward the rear of the room.
    He sensed Tasha rise behind him. “Andrew
Powell! Get back up here and sit with me. Aren’t you at all
interested in this?”
    Andrew turned and scowled at her. “I don’t
think you really want me to answer that truthfully, do you?”
    “Yes, I do.” She placed her hands on her
hips.
    “No, I don’t think you do.” He turned and
stepped toward the last row.
    “An…drew...” Tasha drew out the two syllables
of his name.
    Continuing his trek to the back, Andrew
selected a seat and sat in the far right corner. He turned and
grinned triumphantly back at her. “Ye…es?” he mimicked.
    She stared at him for a moment before turning
back to her seat with a humph. “I don’t know why I even
bother.”
    Andrew listened to her mutter from across the
room.
    “You’d think he’d want to expand his horizons
a bit and experience something beyond the norm while he had the
chance.” Her voice rose. “Especially when in a situation where no
one knows him, but noooo, not that conservative little—”
    “I think that’s quite enough, Tasha,” Andrew
warned. As irritated as he was that she had dragged him down here
this morning, he really didn’t want to get into another sparring
match with her at the moment.
    Tasha sat silent for a minute. She squirmed
in her seat. He could tell he was making her extremely agitated.
Fine. It was time the tables were turned.
    “But it looks like you could just give this
thing a whirl, you know? There’s nothing to be ashamed of, is
there?” She still faced the front. Andrew watched her back.
Suddenly, she whirled her body in her seat and pinned him with her
stare. “Is there? You don’t have anything you’re ashamed of,
Andrew, do you?” She questioned with a too-near sarcastic tone.
    Andrew smiled sweetly at her. “Ashamed?
Actually, I’m fearful of the shock value, my dear Tasha. I try to
be modest most of the time, you see, but the size of my—”
    The door to the room burst open with a flurry
of activity. “My, my, my, my, my! We have guests!” A middle-aged
man with a Caesar haircut and a toga draped over his body swiftly
entered the room and, while clapping his hands, made his way to the
front. Andrew caught and held Tasha’s heated gaze. He watched her
flush, then abruptly turn in her seat to face the front.
    Samuel had arrived.
    “Greetings! Greetings to one and all! Oh my,”
his room-mate proclaimed, “it is such a beautiful morning out
there, is it not?” He leaned closer to Tasha as if sharing
something in secrecy. “I’m itching to get out there myself, you
know. The weather is simply perfect!” He abruptly straightened then
thrust his hand out toward Tasha. Andrew couldn’t see her face, but
he was sure she was smiling as she took his hand. “Good morning, my
pretty. My name is Samuel.”
    “Good morning to you. I’m Tasha.” Andrew
thought Tasha’s voice was way too cheerful. What in the hell was
she doing? The man was obviously an idiot. Who else would be seen
in a toga, for God’s sake?
    “Give me a break,” Andrew breathed. He
definitely wasn’t going to hang around too long for this little
exchange.
    Samuel took a step back and glanced at
Andrew. “You may move to the front, sir, if you so choose. I