Page 65 of The Attraction File

He nodded slowly but didn’t say anything. I reached for his hand. It was warm, his grip firm, and as my thumb glided over his palm, I couldn’t help but think of last night.

“See, nothing to be worried about.”

I wondered if I said that for his sake or for mine.

“I already feel better. Thank you, Evaleen.”

An announcement came over the loudspeaker as the flight attendant made her speech about the doors closing and in a few minutes, we would begin taxiing down the runway. Edgar’s grip tightened around my hand.

“You know what would help even more, Evaleen?”

He leaned his head toward me. I felt his hot breath tickle my neck. Again, images of him licking his fingers last night crept into my head as he spoke.

“What?” My voice deep and breathy.

“If you sat on my lap during takeoff.”

I yanked my hand from his. “You aren’t afraid of flying at all are you, Edgar?”

Edgar’s dimples rose as his mouth curved. “No, I’m not. But I never said I was.”

“You nodded your head at me.”

Edgar held up a finger. “But I never said anything. I can’t control what my head does on its own accord.”

I turned to face him, my book falling to my feet. “Yes, you can. You did that on purpose. Just so I would touch you.”

“You didn’t mind me touching you last night.” He moved closer as I tried to jerk away but I butted up against the airplane window.

Edgar whispered in my ear, “In fact, I think I remember you saying please a few times. Begging me to touch you.”

My heart raced and I was ready to jump from my seat just from the tickle of his breath on my neck. My thighs felt rubbery, overly sensitive, under the navy wool fabric of my skirt and I was glad I wasn’t standing.

I remembered what I said to him. I remembered every millisecond of last night. Once I got home after he dropped me off was a pathetic recreation of what he did to me with my own hand—his lips, his tongue, and his fingers between my legs. It didn’t work. And I lost a lot of sleep trying.

“That, uh, that was last night. This is a business trip.”

I hoped he couldn’t feel my body vibrating toward him. That no one glanced over to find my sweaty neck and racing chest. This was a business trip and as much as I would melt from a single touch of his finger, I had to keep it together.

Edgar pulled back, his gray eyes appraising me. He must know. The man knew a woman’s body, all its signs of arousal. I probably wasn’t much different. He was the man who was able to give me something no man has ever given me before. That carrot that dangled just out of reach for so many years.

“You’re right, Evaleen. Last night was last night. You needed an orgasm and I provided it; now we move on, right?”

Wrong.

“Right,” I said.

Edgar only saw me as another conquest. I gave him a challenge and he conquered it; now it was time to move on.

I bent down to pick up my book and pretended to read it. My eyes blurred and as the plane jetted forward, I used the excuse to turn my head toward the window. A few tears fell but he didn’t see.

At least I got an orgasm. Now I knew what I was missing.

After about ten minutes, the plane took off and my ears clogged. Instead of trying to yawn to pop them, I embraced the muffled sounds. It was the closest thing I had to running away. I lifted my book and decided to lose myself in a happy ending. Even if the characters weren’t real, it felt good knowing that someone could get their happily ever after.

I turned my head when I heard Edgar. He was talking to me but the sound was muffled like I was under water. I finally yawned to pop my ears.

“What?”

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