Page 7 of The Attraction File

FOUR

Edgar

Once I left Henrik’s office I made my way to HR.

There was a difference between HR and other departments, it was located in a sectioned off part of the floor. The rest of the building had an open concept. But my brother insisted there needed to be privacy for interviews and, of course, for people being fired. Since most of that occurred in the HR department, it got the walls.

I opened the glass door that led into the main department. Evaleen’s office had a window and right now I saw something that caused me to halt my footsteps. Something round and firm bounced around in her office making my fingers curl.

Evaleen’s ass was in the air.

My heart rate picked up for several reasons. The first reason, that ass. For a moment, I thought my dream had come true and she was getting into position. But that reason quickly faded as she was still clothed in her oversized brown wool skirt.

The second reason, she was in her office. I didn’t want to face her. It’s one thing to have the hots for a woman for so many years and her just think of you as a friend. It’s another thing entirely if that woman hated you. And Evaleen Bechmann loathed me.

My body was at war with itself. I wanted to go in there and help her crawl around on the floor. Maybe even use me as the floor and crawl all over me. Just the thought of that caused my cock to twitch.

Yet at the same time, I wanted to run home and hide out in my bathroom, imagining her like that but with no skirt on, or anything else.

It wasn’t just the flirting and sleeping around I’ve done that bothered her. If I hadn’t messed things up a few years ago she wouldn’t hate me so much. I don’t blame her for disliking me.

Maybe I could build a time machine?

That would solve so many problems, except for the whole making a new timeline and not knowing how that might negatively affect the present. Maybe when I came back in time everyone would have two heads? I had thought about this a lot.

Since Evaleen was obviously bent over, she couldn’t see me. I could back out without making any noise. Problem solved. I wouldn’t have to talk to her.

Sure, I would have to discuss Ashton missing with her in the morning, but maybe we could do it over email.

I took a step back as my eyes stayed glued to her plump ass. As she moved, her skirt hitched up and I got a brief moment of the unicorn. The lacy edge of her purple panties.

I tried to stifle my groan. Closing my eyes, I made a mental note to savor that image for later, at home, in the shower.

That’s when everything fell apart.

Actually, it was me. I tripped. Over a trash can and rolled across a black swivel chair. My face landed on the burgundy carpet. The sound of one of the wheels spinning around on the chair took a few seconds to subside.

It was quiet again. No footsteps or the melodic voice of Evaleen filling the air. Maybe she didn’t hear my catastrophic exit. I began to stand and then turned.

Bright blue eyes stared back at me.

I should talk here, yet I kept staring. Words, Edgar! Use actual words.

“Evaleen . . . oh, you’re still here?” I said, finally hoping she hadn’t noticed how stiff my smile was.

“Yes, I couldn’t find the Attraction F . . . uh, I mean I forgot about some paperwork and came back to work on it.” Her beautiful eyes darted to the side for only a moment before returning to my face.

Folding her arms in front of her, I knew what came next.

The scowl.

Her eyes and lips always thinned, almost disappearing, whenever she had to talk to me. I hated that she felt she had to be on the defense around me. But, who could blame her. Despite her body doing the equivalent of a flashing neon sign that said, “fuck off,” I did the thing she hated me the most for. I flirted.

It’s a nervous habit. I had a theory I was the reincarnation of a seventies porn star.

“Maybe I can help you with that . . . paperwork.” My voice was low and my eyebrows wiggled. Like two out of control caterpillars who also believed they were porn stars.

I tensed preparing for her usual sigh of discontent, followed by the explanation of how she’s busy. But what happened next was unexpected.

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