Page 56 of The Attraction File

Next week I’ll be in the same hotel in a different country with him. That was going to suck.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.” I couldn’t help the bitterness in my words.

It was like an endless circle. I’m a virgin. A man likes me and wants to date me, but finds out I’m a virgin and runs. Then, I am still a virgin.

See where I am going with that? How am I supposed to not be a virgin if NO GUY WILL TOUCH ME!

“I like you, Evaleen.”

I nodded. Actually, my head flopped up and down in an exaggerated fashion. The way a teenager would respond to a parent in a lecture situation.

“Sorry, Edgar, but let me stop you right there.” I stood and put my hands in front of me giving him the universal stop sign in case my words weren’t enough.

I felt the need to end this.

“That’s real nice that you like me. I like you too. Did you know I liked you from the moment I met you?” I widened my eyes and gave a quick nod before continuing, “It’s true. I mean, I thought you were hot, but you knew that, didn’t you? I think you know that any woman who isn’t legally blind knows you are sexy. But let me get back on point.”

I took a deep breath. “Once I got to know you through work, I realized you were a nice guy too. Not stuck up. And you seemed like a friendly guy. But there was just one hiccup in this package.” I waved my hands around his body. He sat there with a confused expression on his face.

“You slept around. Now before you defend yourself, I am not saying there is anything wrong with that. Just because a person has sex doesn’t make them disgusting. I never thought less of you because of it. But that was where the hiccup came in; why would a guy who always sleeps with the women he dates want to take a chance on a virgin?”

I folded my arms. “So, I get it. I do. You want a woman who isn’t going to break down in tears if you take off her shirt. You don’t want a woman that has no idea how to have an orgasm. And you—”

“Stop.” Edgar stood up also giving me the universal stop sign. “You have never had an orgasm?”

He picked up on that? Crap.

“Define never?”

He reached out to me, and gently placed his hands on my arms. “Evaleen, even if you chose to be a virgin or if by terrible luck you never lost your virginity, you should have taken care of yourself. Find out what makes you happy. Try to give yourself an orgasm.”

The damn tears were coming again. My face warmed and I shut my eyes to stop them, but some pushed through.

Edgar stepped closer, I could feel his breath on my forehead. “Have you at least tried?”

“Yes.” My voice was a whisper but he heard. He pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me. His fingers tangled into my hair, rubbing my head. It was soothing.

“That feels good,” I said. I didn’t mean to say that out loud, it just came out. But it was true.

“What else did I do that felt good?”

“What?” I pulled away but not completely, and gazed up at Edgar.

“Evaleen, what happened when you tried to have an orgasm?”

This time I stepped fully back. “You aren’t my therapist, Edgar. It’s a little weird discussing my masturbation technique with a guy I work with.”

He reached up to scratch his beard and turned his head. I knew what he was doing; Edgar was inventing some plan in his head. He always did that right before he thought up an idea.

Normally, I anticipated his ideas as they were smart but this time, I was afraid. My fingers fidgeted with one of my mother of pearl buttons on my blouse.

He turned back. “Now hear me out, Evaleen.”

Yup, the man had a plan.

“Do I have any choice, Edgar? I’m standing in your house so I have to hear what you say.”

He smirked. “What if I help you have an orgasm?”

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