Page 50 of The Attraction File

“I’m not going to explain why I am a virgin; I just am, okay? Maybe I’m a romantic?”

Laughter erupted at the table. Even Tiffany couldn’t hold it back.

“Oh my God. Morgana is missing so much tonight.” Aria shook her head causing her light blonde hair to flutter around in the air.

“Come on. I’m being serious. Maybe I’m such a romantic that I am a bestselling romance author.”

The laughter grew louder before I heard Aria wheeze and held up her hand.

“Stop. Just stop. Need to catch my breath.” That was Tiffany.

It took a minute but the laughter finally died down.

“Evaleen, I get that you are a virgin. But romance? You are the opposite of romantic. There’s nothing wrong with that. A lot of men like that. They don’t want to have to worry about, uh, what do men do when they are trying to romance a woman?” Aria glanced over at Tiffany.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I met my husband at a keg party. The most romantic thing he did was make mac and cheese on his hot plate in his dorm for me.”

“Wow, we really are pathetic when it comes to men. We should create a self-help group for women who don’t know how to date,” Aria mused.

We all stared off for a moment.

“Don’t look now, Evaleen, but here is your chance to no longer be a virgin. Hottie at three o’clock is giving you the ‘hey girl’ eye,” Aria said out of the side of her mouth.

“Tiffany is at my three o’clock.”

Aria moaned, “I don’t know how that works. He’s over there.” She pointed out to the golden colored bar. Three men and a woman stood there. Most of them with their backs to me, facing the big mirrored wall with a waterfall of liquor bottles appearing to burst through its middle.

But one pair of eyes fell on me. A very familiar pair of gray eyes.

Edgar.

The first thing that popped into my head when I saw him was how long had he been there and did he hear me yell I was a virgin?

Edgar pushed himself off the bar and started to walk toward the booth.

“Oh my God, Evaleen; he’s coming over here.” Tiffany quickly lifted her bottle to her lips and smacked her mouth with it. “I’m okay.” She held up a hand while sucking on her upper lip.

“Hello, Evaleen.” Edgar relaxed into his usual seductive pose. The one that had every lady in this bar turning to stare at him.

His usual uniform of a perfectly tailored suit, replaced with a fitted gray cashmere sweater and a pair of dark jeans that seemed to be made for his ass. Not that I was looking at his ass. Okay, actually, I was staring at his butt, but only a little bit.

“Edgar. What are you doing here?”

He didn’t answer, instead, he reached out his hand to Aria. “Hi, I’m Edgar. I work with Evaleen.”

“Wow, is everyone who works with Evaleen super-hot?”

He went into Edgar “the lady killer” mode. His smile relaxed just enough to display his dimples. The ones that had caused many ovaries to explode.

Tiffany waved at Edgar. “Hi, Edgar. It’s nice to see you again.”

Due to how nice Tiffany was, I forgot she was good friends with Henrik and therefore, knew Edgar.

“Tiffany. How is David?”

“Stronger. He has taken a few steps.”

“Yeah, Henrik told me. Before you know it, he will be chasing all the girls.” He winked at Tiffany, who shook her head.

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