Page 86 of The Attraction File

THIRTY-FOUR

Evaleen

Edgar was staring at my chest.

I went to pull my top closed but realized there wasn’t enough fabric there. As comfortable as this dress felt in my bedroom, it now seemed to be suffocating. I wanted it off and back into my oversized sweater and pants.

“You look beautiful,” Edgar said before swallowing and pushing his arm out straight to me. A bouquet of pink and red flowers was in his hand.

I took them and noticed they were various shades of pink peonies with a red rose tucked in the middle. “Wow, these are lovely, Edgar.”

“She said they would be perfect for you.” Edgar’s eyes were still glued to my chest.

“Who said that?”

“Huh?” His eyes lifted with surprise.

I smirked. “Yes, there is a head and body attached to this chest.”

My mom snorted and tried to cover it up with a cough. “Oh dear. I think I should take a walk to get a breath of fresh air.”

Edgar turned and grabbed her arms. “No. Don’t go out there.”

I went and pulled him away from my mother. “What is wrong with you?”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, it’s just um, maybe I could make you both dinner. Have a night in with the two most beautiful women in the world.” He released his dimples and my mother sighed. Despite my mother’s gullibility, I wasn’t easily fooled.

I gave the flowers to her and asked to put them in water. Once she walked off to the kitchen, I poked Edgar in the chest. “What is this? Do you even cook?”

He nodded furiously, but after a moment it slowed until it changed into a shake of his head. “Not really. I can boil hot dogs.”

I folded my arms. “That’s sad, Edgar. And we don’t have hot dogs in our apartment. What is going on? First, you bring me flowers and then, you attack my mom as she tries to leave.”

He held up his hands in innocence. “I did not attack her. I simply placed my hands around her arms. It was gentle. You can ask her yourself if I hurt her. As for the flowers, it was because I came here tonight to ask you on a date.”

My heart tripped on his words.

“You want to take me out? Not just have sex?”

I found his gray eyes and was surprised at the honesty there. They say you can tell when a man is lying by his eyes, but I saw only truth shining back at me.

“Of course.” He stepped closer and slipped his hand around the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “Evaleen, I want to spend time with you. Get to know you. The past two weeks have been fun, but I want more. I want you.”

My ears began to ring and I could already feel the tears streaming down my cheeks. None of that made sense. Edgar had never had a girlfriend before. At least, none that I knew of. Was that what this was? Was he asking to be my boyfriend?

“This isn’t some ploy to get both me and my mom in bed for a threesome because that’s gross, Edgar. Even for you.” I pushed away. Wanting to run into my bedroom and shut the door.

He couldn’t be asking to be with me, only me. There had to be something else involved.

Edgar chuckled but stepped toward me. “No, Evaleen. I don’t want a threesome. Your mother is beautiful, but I only have eyes for you.”

“Awww.” I heard my mom’s voice from the kitchen.

I turned my head to yell back to her, “Mom, I can hear you.”

“Well, it’s about time your storybook hero came to his senses and came after you.”

I groaned and covered my face with my hands. Edgar took hold of my wrists and lowered them.

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