Page 80 of The Attraction File

THIRTY-TWO

Evaleen

I didn’t get any writing done in London.

Edgar and his wicked tongue. Don’t get me wrong, I loved his tongue and his cock, and when he used both on me I couldn’t imagine anything better. But how was I supposed to use this new-found knowledge of sex in my books if I never got a chance to write them?

I had to explain to him that I couldn’t see him tonight. We had returned from London a few days ago and he hasn’t left me alone. I would complain, but how could I? The man was a god in bed.

No, tonight I put my foot down and told him I needed a night off.

I just hoped he didn’t start talking dirty to me—my utter weakness. Who knew I liked it when he spoke that way? I knew losing my virginity was a big deal, but I never knew it would open this intense sexual side of me.

“Knock. Knock.” Edgar walked into my office.

I glanced up and smiled.

“You ready for the meeting? Jacob is on his way,” Edgar said.

“Yeah. I wanted to talk to you while we had a moment,” I said and pointed to the chair on the other side of the desk.

He smirked as he glided into the chair. “Am I being fired for having sex at the office with a coworker?”

“Ha ha. Very funny, Edgar.”

He stretched and put his hands behind his head. “That reminds me, we do need to talk. It’s about Ashton Graham.”

“Oh, what about him?”

He removed his hands from behind his head and leaned forward, resting on his elbows. The lighthearted sparkle in Edgar’s eyes died as he stared at me. “They found him.”

“Great. Where is he?”

“He’s dead.”

I could feel the blood drain from my face. A million thoughts fluttered around my brain as I tried to make sense of that. Nothing that came to me was good.

“Like of a heart attack?”

I closed my eyes mentally crossing my fingers.

“No, some kid fishing on the river thought he got a big fish, but he pulled out a man’s arm instead.”

My hand went to my mouth as I felt bile rising. “Oh my God.”

We hadn’t discussed Ashton since before we went to London. I was in such a sex-fueled/world-traveler fog that Ashton had slipped my mind. Being so happy with Edgar, I forgot that life never stayed perfect for long.

I let my guard down and now reality slapped it back up.

“Listen, Evaleen, I would feel safer if you stayed with me for a while.”

“What? No, Edgar. No, I can’t live with you.”

I couldn’t believe he was asking me that. I got up and grabbed a pad of paper and pen, intending to leave for the meeting.

Edgar stood, blocking my exit. “Why not? Despite the age of my house, I do have it hooked up for security. There are cameras everywhere and the latest security system in place.”

Surprised, I reared my head back. “Cameras? Were you filming us?”

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