Page 33 of The Attraction File

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Edgar

I couldn’t remember what I was looking for on my computer.

Shaking my head, I tried to concentrate, but as her nose brushed my neck my brain stopped focusing on the computer. Every part of my body was highly aware that a beautiful woman was inches from me. Not just any woman, but Evaleen Bechmann.

My eyes strained at the glowing blue screen to find something to jog my memory. A file maybe. Something that pertained to us.

Yes. That was it. Mr. Marks sent me that picture yesterday, and I wanted to show it to Evaleen.

“I remembered,” I said.

“Remembered what, Edgar?”

Her breath swept over my cheek and I forgot everything again. There was a silence in the room that felt charged. Any movement she made or word she said pulled me closer to her.

“What I was looking for . . . But, I forgot again.”

At least I was being honest. She probably thought I was an idiot. Something as important as what we were talking about and within seconds, it’s gone. Evaleen had little respect for me before, she must wonder how I even had maintained a job now.

“Here, let me help.”

She leaned forward just as my head turned, causing my lips to land on her eyelid. I didn’t remove my mouth. That’s the important thing to take away from this. A normal person would instantly pull away and apologize, but I stood there sucking on her eye like some perverted eye admirer.

I bet that eye porn existed and people got paid big bucks to suck on eyelids. As the saying goes, If you could imagine it, there was probably porn of it.

“Um, Edgar?”

I straightened, giving Evaleen her sight back. “Yes, Evaleen?”

The back of her hand swept across her eyelid before she gazed up at me. Her licked eye twitched. “What was that?”

“Eye porn.”

Then I winked. Now that was when I went from weird to sleazy. As if I meant to do that and it was sexy.

She stood and glanced around the room. “Is there a camera in here? Are you seriously filming a porn right now?” Her hand grasped at her chest as she took large gulps of air.

Waving my hands, I panicked. “No, no. Please, I was only joking.” I tried to laugh but it came out forced, and Evaleen noticed as her eyes narrowed at me. “That was weird. It was, I know it. I just meant, well, never mind what I meant. I’m sorry.”

Evaleen stared at me still unsure before a smile cracked her lips. “Of course. I get it. Yeah.” She tapped her head with the heel of her palm. “Silly me. It’s not like you couldn’t get any woman in the world to make a porn with, even eye porn; why would you slum it with me . . .”

She continued to laugh and shook her head, but something about how she reacted made me uneasy.

“Um, Evaleen, did you want to make a porn with me?”

“What?” Her voice went up an octave followed by a giggle. Not so much a normal laugh but something a young girl would do.

“I’m not saying we should do a porno because that would be weird and creepy, but that somehow you think—” I stopped when it dawned on me.

It was how she said it. How adamant she was last week that we would never have a relationship when we spoke to the detectives.

Evaleen wrapped her arms around her body and turned her head. But I needed to find her eyes. They always gave her away.

“Evaleen.” I lowered my voice and dipped my head toward her but she stepped back.

“Edgar, uh, I really should be going. I have that meeting.” Her voice trembled but drifted away.

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