Page 8 of The Attraction File

She chewed on her lower lip forcing my eyes to eat it up. For that moment, I wanted to be her teeth.

Evaleen Bechmann was nervous.

“That’s quite all right, Edgar. I’ve got everything under control.”

It wasn’t so much her voice moving up an octave that had me crossing my arms in suspicion, but her laugh, which was actually more of a giggle.

I had never heard Evaleen giggle.

It was odd but with her flushed cheeks and golden hair softly falling over her shoulders, it made me want to wrap her in my arms.

But I didn’t. I stood tall and cleared my throat. “Okay. Just wanted to help. Oh, hey, did you send Grace into Henrik’s office a few minutes ago?”

The subject needed to be changed. Not for Evaleen but for me. If she kept acting adorable and chewing on that delicious lip, I was liable to touch her. Where I would touch her, I didn’t know. But I swear this woman was made to be caressed by my fingers.

It worked. Evaleen straightened as she glanced toward the door. “No, I didn’t. Why?”

“Just saw her there and Henrik wasn’t there. Which, you know how Grace is.” I scratched at my trimmed beard and wondered if it was possible to get turned on by someone the more they hated you?

She nodded with a small smile on her face, “Yes, Grace. She’s odd and in a way, I feel sorry that she has been hypnotized by Payne.” Evaleen’s grin began to fade and she glanced back toward her office before mumbling, “I wonder.”

“What?” I asked.

She jumped. Nervous about something.

“Office sex!”” Her voice went up again. “Uh, I mean office desk . . . the paperwork. It’s in my office desk.”

That was weird.

She giggled. Only stopping to have her lip for dinner.

Did she want me to have office sex with her? Because I would. I so would. Maybe I should touch her?

But I didn’t have to touch her because she placed her hand on my arm. Heat prickled and soared up my arm, my neck, until I thought my ears would burn up into ash.

Oh man, this was happening. I’d finally see her in her lacey underthings. My fingers could skim and tug at everything I had only imagined until now.

“Did you need to ask me something?” Evaleen said.

Yes, a million times yes. I need to ask you to remove your clothes. To kiss you. Maybe even ask what your favorite position is, but we could get to that later.

What she said next made any hope I had dissolve into ash.

“Edgar?”

My name. A reminder of how much she hated me. Evaleen never used people’s first names. Henrik was Payne; his assistant, Morgana, was Drake; she even called my brother Mr. Mimir. But I was Edgar.

It’s my own fault. I asked her to call me Edgar once and she never let me forget that.

I cleared my throat. “Yes, actually. Have you heard from Ashton Graham? I haven’t seen him in two weeks.”

“Let me check.”

She walked back into her office and I followed. My gaze drifted to her ass as it swayed back and forth. It was hypnotic, but I managed to look up before Evaleen got into her seat. She opened her laptop and clicked a few times. One eyebrow hitched up and those shocking sapphire eyes lifted to find me across her desk.

“No. There has been no communication from him. Not even an email. I’ll make a record of it and try to contact him in the morning. It’s usually that an employee thought they filled out the vacation paperwork and submitted it but didn’t. So, he is most likely on vacation and doesn’t think anything is wrong.”

“You’re probably right.”

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