Page 96 of The Attraction File

I narrowed my eyes at him. Yes, Henrik had apologized last week for being a total ass to me all these years, which shocked the hell out of me. I really believed that man would die clutching his icy heart at his desk. But I can’t be right all the time.

Despite his apology, there was some lingering need I had to watch Henrik suffer.

I never said I was nice.

But that wasn’t why Edgar was asking me. He was distracting me from what he really felt. He may fool his brother and everyone else he knows, but Edgar can’t get anything past me.

My eyes may leak a lot of tears at the wrong times, but they do have the power of making people admit the truth. It’s a great power to have for someone in HR.

“Fine, I’ll admit it, I’m hungry.” He cast his eyes sideways with a sheepish smirk. “With our morning sex I never got a chance to eat breakfast,” Edgar said.

The doors opened and we stepped out.

Edgar followed me as I made my way over to Trey’s desk, which used to be Ashton’s desk.

Trey had his head down, focusing on something on his laptop. I saw brown shaggy hair.

“You must be the new hire, Trey Larson. I’m Evaleen Bechmann, head of HR. I just wanted to introduce . . .” My words faded away because my mouth fell open and refused to shut when Trey glanced up. He stood. Rising and rising. He was taller than Edgar.

But not an awkward tall like you might expect from a geeky IT guy, but big and beefy. He had a thick beard and I expected him to be wearing a flannel shirt and carrying an ax.

I tried to configure how Grace and he would work, size wise. He must crush her in bed. Assuming he actually took advantage of Grace’s advances, which wouldn’t surprise me. Grace was a bit weird but very cute.

He held out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Bechmann. Grace has told me a lot about you. Actually, she’s been very helpful informing me about the company.”

Trey’s smile was warm, gracious, and his stance confident.

I giggled. I might have been blushing too. How could I not? He was gorgeous. Was the IT field suddenly attracting ex-runway models?

I pulled my hand away from his reluctantly and began to fan myself. “Is it hot in here? Boy, you sure are hot, uh, I mean, it feels hot in here.”

I giggled, again.

That’s when I heard someone clearing his throat. I turned to find Edgar staring at Trey with a gaze that could only be described as murderous.

I should pull it back a bit before Edgar whips out his penis and there’s a debate about length versus thickness.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Trey. Edgar has spoken highly of you. Grace is, uh, sweet for helping you out. I hope she hasn’t been bothersome?”

Trey lowered his gaze to his desk, blushing. “No, she has been very kind.”

Damn, I never thought I would think this, but I hope Grace doesn’t hurt this guy. He was so sweet.

I tugged at Edgar’s arm, having to yank hard to get him away from Trey. I thought Edgar was about to foam at the mouth.

He was quiet the entire elevator ride and it wasn’t until we were seated waiting on our food at Chuck’s Sausage Shack that he spoke. “What was that about?”

“What? I like the Chicago Dog.”

He narrowed his eyes and pointed toward the door. “You know what I mean.” He fluttered his eyelashes and covered his mouth after what can only be described as a schoolgirl giggle came out. He lifted his voice in falsetto and fanned his face. “Oh, Trey, what big arms you have! Oh, Trey, can I blow you in front of Edgar.” He tried and failed horribly at mimicking my voice.

I snorted. “I didn’t say any of that. I was completely professional. As for you, I can’t say the same.”

He sat up straight, adjusting his tie. “I was nothing but professional. There was nothing about me that was . . . uh, was—”

“I believe the word you are looking for is sane.”

His eyes became slits as he gripped the corners of the square table. “Do you want me to bend you over the table right now to prove to you how better I am than Trey? Is that what you want, Evaleen?”

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