Page 69 of The Attraction File

TWENTY-EIGHT

Evaleen

What’s the opposite of the orgasm I had yesterday? This entire day.

After I thought Edgar truly wanted to get to know me, I opened up about my past. Telling him my personal thoughts about myself. And how did he react? By ignoring me the rest of the ten hours of the flight to London.

He buried his nose so deep into the book I wrote I thought the heroine I created came to life and he was giving her the orgasm of her dreams. Once we departed the plane, he disappeared. Actually vanished. I figured he went to use the restroom and I would see him at baggage claim, but no. Even Jacob asked me what happened to him.

It wasn’t until the circus we called dinner occurred in the restaurant that he finally showed up. Again, saying barely three words to me. It was only when Payne got shit-faced and embarrassed himself in front of the head of Distribution in Great Britain that Edgar finally looked at me.

He only glanced my way because I started to laugh. Payne had blurted out the word tit and I snorted in response. Edgar’s eyes slid toward me and I could see he was trying hard to hold in his laughter too.

Once Payne fell over in his chair, the dinner was over. Which I was glad about. I only wanted to get back to my room and forget this day ever happened. Just me, my bed, and a good book. That sounded like heaven as opposed to Henrik accusing the restaurant of spreading the plague.

I got my coat and made my way outside to hail a taxi. The air brisk with a dampness from an earlier rain. Edgar was in front of me. He opened the door to his taxi; when he turned and saw me.

He waved and turned to hold the door open for me. “Come on, Evaleen. We can share this one.”

“All right.”

All laughter was gone from moments before. I reluctantly entered the cab. Doing so only to get back to the hotel and save the company from paying for two taxis instead of one.

Not surprisingly the ride back was silent. I could even hear the driver fart and he did that often. When I went to roll down the window I noticed the handle was broken.

That stunk.

I jetted from the vehicle once it came to a stop in front of the hotel. Not even caring that I made Edgar stay to pay. Putting my arm up to my nose, I could smell fart on my clothes.

Finally, in the hotel and away from the hell stink of the cab, I moved quickly through the intimate lobby filled with plush green chairs for waiting guests. I pushed the button on the taupe tiled wall for the elevator when I felt Edgar slide up beside me. I knew it was him due to his impregnating scent. I guess his clothes had fart repellent.

“Evaleen?”

I pretended that I hadn’t heard him as the elevator door opened and I darted inside. But the honey wood paneled elevator was empty and he tried again.

“Evaleen, there’s something I need to show you.”

I groaned. “Can’t that wait until the morning.” I faked a yawn and stretched for added effect. “Boy, I am beat. The jet lag and laughing so hard at Payne, it takes a lot out of a woman. I just want to go back to my room and go to bed, Edgar.”

“Okay, but it won’t take long. I can bring it over to your room if that would be easier?”

The elevator stopped and opened to our floor. I walked down the hall, the thick green carpeting slowing me as I tried to outpace Edgar.

As I stopped in front of my door, I turned. He was right there, inches from my face. Hovering. He glanced at me but slowly his eyes slid down to my lips and then further.

“Space, Edgar.” I placed my hands on his chest. His crisp pale gray suit jacket wrinkled as I gave a slight push but he didn’t move.

His breath, which smelled of wine and lemon from dessert, blew hot down my cheek and into my ear. I shivered and for that moment, I was reminded of everything he gave me the night before. Every touch, every lick, and every tensing muscle that exploded into ecstasy.

“Please, Evaleen. I need to show you.”

I turned my back and fumbled for the keycard, trying to regain my senses. I’m sure what he wanted to show me was about Shane or Damien or whoever he called himself these days. At least I was in another country and didn’t have to worry about running into that man.

“Fine, but I hope it won’t take long. I just want to go to bed.”

The door beeped and I pushed it open.

“I promise it will be however long you want it to be. I am just as eager to get into bed.”

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