Page 52 of The Attraction File

TWENTY-ONE

Edgar

I came here tonight to warn Evaleen, to talk to her about Damien. Now, it seemed, I didn’t just want to talk to her but also take her home to bed.

In my life, I had seen women in the most revealing clothes that told me what they wanted and gave me a good idea of how they looked underneath. But Evaleen unbuttoning those two little buttons on that conservative peach blouse had to be the most suggestive thing a woman has ever done in front of me. I wanted to watch her tease me with more buttons. Perhaps tug enough at the silk that a beaded nipple burst out, desperate to be relieved of its tension with my mouth.

I was so hard right now. Thankfully the table blocked that from anyone’s view, especially Evaleen’s.

“Show me your ass?” Her voice fainter.

She pulled at her blouse, trying to fan herself and in that movement, I saw a hint of the dark lace underneath. I groaned and realized this had to stop. We were in the middle of a bar on a Saturday night. Sure, people got drunk in bars and did stuff to each other that crossed the line of public decency, but that usually happened much later. Not at eight at night.

“No, I, uh, mean what I found on Ashton. What I tried to show you last week.”

That softened my cock a bit. Like an ice-cold breeze of dick repellent, thinking about a man who put the company and our lives in jeopardy.

“Yeah, of course,” Evaleen said getting up from the table.

Women had it so easy. As long as they wore dresses, they could be ready to orgasm and no one would be the wiser. As for me, I implemented the technique men learned as boys—the cock adjust. As I moved out of my seat, I tucked him safely behind my waistband.

I threw some money on the table as we made our way outside. Waving down a cab wasn’t hard in front of a bar in downtown Chicago on a Friday night.

We were quiet during the ride. I tried to focus on softening my dick but when I thought I had him under control, an image of Evaleen in dark lace popped into my head.

Once we got to my place and I paid the driver, I guided her up the stone steps and into my Greystone townhouse.

It was one of the historic homes from the early twentieth century, so it was a little smaller than the other townhomes on the block but I liked that it had character.

“Wow, your place is beautiful, Edgar.”

Evaleen’s head gazed up at the ceiling once we were inside before glancing into my dining room and down the hall. I took her coat and bag, placing them in the closet.

“Oh, and you have an entryway closet. And it’s big. We just have a coat rack.”

I nodded and tried to hold back my chuckle. She was cute when she was in awe. I wonder if she would be that adorable while being in awe of my cock.

Stop thinking like that.

I shook my head and showed Evaleen into my office.

“Oh my God, you have so many books.” Her hand fluttered over the wall of books on the left side of the room.

“Yeah, sort of my library slash office. I like to read when I’m not working.”

Evaleen turned to me, her eyes trailing my body. I couldn’t tell if that was heat or confusion lighting up her features.

I moved toward her, taking her hand. Bracing for her withdrawal, I was surprised when she relaxed into my grip and let me guide her. Evaleen took my office chair while I leaned over my desk and opened my laptop.

“Here is the document I got from my investigator.”

As Evaleen inclined toward the desk, her hair brushed my cheek. That was another thing that helped awaken my dick, her hair. Normally Evaleen had her hair pinned back in a twist or bun, but she must have taken it down when she met up with her friends.

All I wanted to do was run my fingers through it, maybe tug a bit as she sucked on my cock.

Focus, Edgar.

I couldn’t focus. Not when her sweet spring scent invaded my nose. It made my mouth water.

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