Page 20 of The Attraction File

TEN

Edgar

I was staring at pictures of different types of sausage but my mind couldn’t stop thinking of Evaleen’s mouth. The menu, like a shield to prevent my flirting from going any further.

Why did I have to comment about watching her suck on sausage? Oh, that’s right, I couldn’t help but think of sex whenever I’m around her.

It’s her lips that did me in. Maybe her eyes too. Okay, if I was being honest, I couldn’t help but wonder what body was hiding under those drab clothes of hers.

“Hmm.” Evaleen’s deep soothing tone made me think of sex again.

I pondered if she would hum if she ever gave me a blow job.

“Of course.”

My eyes widened at her response, and I wondered if I said the comment about a hummer out loud.

I lowered my menu to find her glaring at me.

“Do you know what you want?” I think my voice cracked when I said that.

“I haven’t decided yet. If the waiter shows up you order first to give me some time.”

I nodded and melted back in my seat. Relieved that she didn’t have the power to read minds.

“Have you decided what you would like to eat today?”

I turned my head to find a man in a plaid flannel shirt standing beside our table, placing glasses of water in front of us. He stared at Evaleen.

He was almost drooling over her. What a pig. This guy didn’t even glance my way once.

“I’ll have the Polish sausage with a side of chi fries.” I spoke a little louder than normal to get his attention.

He waved his hand at me still staring at Evaleen, not writing anything I said down. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. And for the lady?”

“I couldn’t decide between the Chicago dog with tatter tots or the turtwurst. What do you recommend?” She raised her eyes to him but quickly narrowed them.

“Definitely the turtwurst. They are my favorite. Short little sausages that burst with flavor. We put raisins in them to give it a hint of sweetness.”

The look on Evaleen’s face said it all.

“Well, that sounds like an abomination. I’ll take the Chicago dog and don’t skimp on the pickle spear.” She pushed the menu at him as did I, and in that moment, I wanted to kiss her.

Not in a seductive way, though I always wanted to do that, but in a “that’s my girl” sort of way. Only Evaleen wasn’t my girl. She wasn’t my woman. And I wondered if I could even call her my friend.

When the waiter left, a bit dejected, Evaleen began to laugh.

“Can you believe that guy?” Evaleen shook her head.

“‘My favorite, ‘It has raisins in them for a hint of sweetness,’” she mimicked him waving her hands in the air. “I mean, come on, raisins in sausage? What’s next, marshmallows?”

She shook her head and a few strands of golden locks slipped out of her bun. It brushed her cheek and I had to sit on my hand so I wouldn’t reach over to tuck it behind her ear.

“Obviously, he is not good at his job.” I found him at another table and glared at him. Unfortunately, he hadn’t noticed.

“I think he has an eye problem. He kept staring at me.” Evaleen reached for her glass and took a sip.

“No, he can see all right. He was just some pervert who had to stare.”

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