Page 51 of The Attraction File

“I just got him to walk, let’s not go down that road just yet.”

“Of course. When he’s ready, maybe I can come over and give him a few pointers,” Edgar said.

“No,” All the ladies, including myself, said at the same time.

Even Aria could see exactly what Edgar was: a player.

“You never answered me, Edgar. What are you doing here?”

“Oh, will you look at the time. I think I need to get back to David.” Tiffany began to scoot out of the booth.

“It is late. I should be going too. Remember, Evaleen, London men will help you with your problem.” Aria pointed to my crotch as she turned to walk away with Tiffany.

“Goodbye, ladies.” Edgar waved.

“You can stop flirting, they’re gone.”

He faced me and waved his hand to sit at the booth. I nodded, granting him permission.

“I wasn’t flirting. I was just being myself.”

I went to fold my arms but the table was in the way, so I crossed them on the table. “So, all the winking is just a tic?” Edgar furrowed his brow. “Do I wink a lot?”

I nodded. “And don’t get me started on your sex dimples.”

He chuckled. “Sex dimples? Which cheeks hold my sex dimples?”

The heat began rising up my neck. “On your face. Where else would you have dimples?”

His eyes widened as he reared back his head. “You can have ass cheek dimples.”

“Oh.” I nodded while frowning.

He leaned toward me across the table and lowered his voice. “I don’t, you know.”

“You don’t what?”

“Have those dimples. Do you, Evaleen?”

I tried to straighten but only sunk lower in the booth. Even when I attempted to glare at him, I couldn’t quite bring my eyes up to meet his.

Shaking my head, I whispered, “I don’t know.”

What I wanted to say was “none of your business,” but Edgar had the power to melt my usual snark. Instead, he left me raw and open.

An image kept coming up in my mind, his ass. I pictured him naked with his hands braced against the wall, his head slightly turned to peer back as if anticipating being touched.

It was hot and had me sweating. I tugged at my collar trying to cool down and breathe. Then I did something I’d never do, unless extremely ill. I unbuttoned the top two buttons on my blouse.

When I could breathe again, I gazed up at Edgar. His eyes on me, his breathing rapid and his eyes glazed.

“I need to show you,” he said.

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