I gazed up from the book to find Edgar smirking, his dimples of sin full of sexual confidence because even they understood it all.
“This is what you were doing on the plane, wasn’t it?”
Edgar didn’t say a word; his eyes darkened as his head slowly traveled up and down my body several times. He inched closer. The only thing between me and him was a paperback containing about ninety thousand words. He lifted his finger and trailed down the page before stopping at one word.
“I really like this word right here. Why don’t you start there, Evaleen?”
“Fine.” I narrowed my eyes and took a deep breath, willing my heart to slow the fuck down. Everyone just calm down okay! It’s not like Edgar could have me arrested for this. Wait? Could he?
I should never have written the book. Now that I think about it, maybe I should just stop writing altogether.
“She wasn’t female at all.” I began reading before clearing my throat. The book shook in my hands and I had to use both to steady it enough to continue. “The person with the long, blond hair standing in front of me was a man. A thick, strapping man with hair like the gods. He was complete with a beard so lush that my mind was helpless to thoughts of how it would tickle against my skin.” I glanced at him.
“I think that’s enough, Edgar. You’ve had your fun.” I tried to lower the book but he took it from my hand.
“Fine, I’ll finish reading it for you.”