Page 79 of The Attraction File

The meeting ended. As I walked toward the elevator, I noticed Evaleen and Henrik talking to each other. There was still animosity in their glares, but something was off. They never voluntarily communicated to each other.

When the elevator arrived, I tried to get inside with Evaleen but it was too full. Instead, I took the stairwell and ran down the six flights of steps. By the time I made it to the street, Evaleen had hopped into a cab and took off.

I managed to get the next one and pulled up to the hotel right after her.

“Are you avoiding me, Ms. Bechmann? Afraid of something?” I said a bit winded as we stood in front of the hotel elevator.

She didn’t turn to look at me. “I have no idea what you are talking about, Edgar. Should I be?”

The doors opened and we got on. Most of the people from the meeting went straight to a pub so Evaleen and I were alone in the elevator.

She stood in the back and removed the pink silk scarf from around her neck. The blouse she wore today had a plunging neckline and I spent most of the day dreaming of making a trail from her lips to her belly button and farther with my tongue.

I moved next to Evaleen, shoulder to shoulder. Leaning close I whispered, “I would be very afraid of what I might do to you here in this elevator.”

She stiffened and I noticed perspiration beading on her brow, so I leaned so close I could smell her. “I might spread those sweet thighs of yours. Then, I bet if I dipped my fingers in between I’d find you so wet. I wouldn’t be surprised if your pussy was soaked right now just thinking of the nasty stuff I could do to you.”

Evaleen shivered and I knew I had her.

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