Page 58 of The Attraction File

TWENTY-THREE

Edgar

I had no idea what I was doing.

For the first time—well, maybe the second time—in my life a woman was in my bedroom and I didn’t even know what to do with my hands. The first time I was a virgin, a teenager and didn’t even know how to talk to a girl, let alone how to make her come.

We had left my living room the moment Evaleen agreed to have me give her an orgasm. I practically yanked her up my stairs forcing her to grasp at my polished wood railing before guiding her to my bedroom.

Now Evaleen and I stood facing my bed. It looked better than my bed at sixteen. I no longer had a blanket with a wolf in the mountains staring at me. That blanket was terrible but I thought it was the coolest thing ever.

Now, blue silk sheets with a dark gray comforter lay before us. I even had a nice mahogany headboard instead of white particle board.

“Should I sit? On the bed?” Evaleen said.

“Oh, yes, of course. Sorry, that was rude. Make yourself comfortable.”

Even my teenager-self asked the girl, her name was Daniella, to sit. I was losing it.

“Should I get undressed before or after I sit?” Evaleen looked at me with fear in her eyes. I was mucking up the whole thing.

“I think we should talk first, so sit or lay back if you feel more comfortable that way.”

Evaleen was right, I sounded like a therapist.

She sat on her hands on the edge of the bed, her head down, and I knew it was going to take a while to make her comfortable enough to do anything.

When she admitted to being a virgin, I was shocked. Sure, she was more reserved than other women I had known, but I figured that was her personality. It was one of the things I liked about her. She didn’t jump head first into things; she took her time and always asked a lot of questions. Not like me. I went wherever the breeze—or, in this case, my dick—took me.

I admired her ability to be strong, to be thoughtful, and to be responsible.

“This is weird. You can feel it, can’t you? It’s like I’m at the doctor’s office and about to be poked down there, only I have to act like I enjoy it.” She said.

Evaleen looked up and nodded for me to come sit beside her. I moved, the bed dipped, and she touched my thigh to straighten. I felt it in my cock.

“How about we don’t do anything. At least for right now.” I glanced at my bedside clock. “It’s only nine o’clock. We can talk if you’d like.”

She nodded. I kicked off my shoes and laid back in the bed, patting the space beside me. She slipped off her shoes and came to lay beside me. I turned to face her, but she stayed on her back staring at my ceiling.

“You mentioned last week at my place that you knew about Shane. About me. What do you know?”

I needed to explain this to her but if I wanted her to relax, discussing her past wasn’t going to do it.

“Maybe not talking about that right now.”

Evaleen turned to face me, her eyes narrowed. “You brought me here to tell me about him. Now, all of a sudden, you don’t want to talk about him?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you anything. I just want you to relax. I want you to orgasm, not run screaming from my place.”

“Well that definitely won’t relax me. Why would I scream?”

I took a breath and decided to let it out. “Other than what I showed you on my laptop, Damien, or as you know him, Shane, is part of a dangerous organization. He came back into town a few months ago. Somehow Ashton is a part of it too. I believe Mimir has been compromised, but I haven’t seen any direct evidence. Whatever they did, it was beyond anything I could find.”

“Shit. That really won’t bring me to orgasm.”

I laughed at that. Evaleen smiled which turned into laughter. I reached over and pushed a strand of her golden hair that had fallen over her cheek.

“Ah, Evaleen, it’s moments like this that you shine.”

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