Page 93 of The Attraction File

THIRTY-SEVEN

Edgar

I had convinced Evaleen and her mom to move into my place until we could track down Damien. They packed their bags and I got them a cab after Ms. Bechmann got the flowers.

It had been a few weeks and everyone seemed to have settled in fine. I had four bedrooms so there was plenty of room for them. Of course, Evaleen hadn’t really been staying in her room.

“You look beautiful today.” I turned in the bed to face her. My dark gray sheets a contrast to her pale skin. It was Saturday so no work, but I’m an early riser. I was discovering she was not.

“What?” Her voice sounded like a frog replaced it during the night.

I leaned in closer, my hand wrapped around her naked stomach and I pulled her back to me. “I said you look beautiful.”

“Oh, Edgar, that would sound so much better in two hours and after a cup of coffee.”

I pushed my hand under the covers. My fingers skated over her plump ass before grabbing a handful and squeezing. She arched back. I knew her pressure points. Her sexual pressure points.

“But I’m horny now.” I leaned down to discover her ear was in desperate need of nibbling. My naked cock felt her back required a good poking.

“Can you just sex me while I take a nap? I promise not to snore.”

That remark deserved some punishment. I let go of her ass and moved up to her nipple, pinching it between my fingers.

She sucked in a breath and arched her back again. “You can sleep when I’m done with you, Ms. Bechmann.”

Evaleen’s lips curled and she finally opened her eyes. “Oh, it’s Ms. Bechmann, is it? I guess I should sit up and start taking notes.” She moved up onto her elbow and reached toward the bedside table. “Now where is my pen.”

I sat up on my knees and placed my hands on my hips. “Here is your pen, Ms. Bechmann. You might need to shake it a bit to get the ink out.”

She leaned back and stared at my cock before she lifted her fingers, gently gliding them over my tight skin. Even with her fluttering touch, I sucked in air at the intense sensation.

Evaleen gazed up with the softest smile. “There were so many times I believed this had the power to destroy me.” Her face reddened as her eyes became glassy yet her smile remained. “Did you know I used to panic when men flirted with me. Just simple flirting.”

Tears streaked her cheeks and I began to feel silly, well sillier than I had, kneeling in front of her with my dick in her face. I sat back crossing my legs and beckoned her to my lap. She came over and tucked her legs up.

There was something about the way she curled into me that made me think my heart might explode.

“I hated men. I hated that every single man I had met had hurt me or my mother in some way. The way they looked at me was nauseating to the point that I purposely wore things to look ugly. And then I met you, Edgar, and you were everything I hated in men.”

I closed my eyes dreading what was to come but she wrapped her arms around me holding tight, easing my fears.

“You were big. You were sexy. And you took advantage of your looks to get women. And you know what I hated most?” Evaleen sat up, pulling out of my embrace to face me.

“No.” I could barely say the word not wanting to hear her response.

Evaleen took one of my hands and placed it between her breasts. Her skin warm and the vibrations from her heart, though faint, traveled up my arm.

“I hated myself the most.”

I shook my head. “No. No, Evaleen.” My eyes began to burn. I tried to pull away but she wouldn’t let me go. Evaleen sat there with my hand on her heart watching me with watery eyes.

“I hated what I had become. What I allowed all those men to turn me into. I could have been the sexy one. I could have been the fun one or the sweet one or even the pretty one, but I’m the jaded one. The bitter woman no one wants to be best friends with, and no man wants to date.”

I reached up to her cheek. “I want to date you.”

That made her smile as she reached up to my hand and held it there. “Thank you, Edgar. But I spent five years hiding from you because deep inside I knew you were a good person. You weren’t the monster I made men out to be. You helped me see that I was destroying myself by never letting go of those men.”

Evaleen sighed before continuing, “I was afraid that if I let you in you would see how broken I was and run from me. And it took until now for me to realize that and not run for once.”

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