The Attraction File
A Cake Love Series Novel
By Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Elizabeth Lynx
Re-release Date:
September 21, 2017
Synopsis
She's Cold. He's Hot. When they get together
they burn.
Evaleen Bechmann
is too busy running Human Resources for the billion-dollar company, Mimir, to
even consider dating. As for emotions, she refuses to discuss that too. It
doesn't matter anyway. She's invisible to men, especially one man in
particular. Evaleen is fine with that. Not everyone gets their happily ever
after, that’s only for novels.
Edgar Mirmir is a Nordic god to some, a tech-savvy genius to others, and to women – he is everything they desire. His life should be perfect, and everything he has ever dreamed of… only it’s not. One woman haunts him. When he first saw her, her electric blue eyes shone with defiance, fear, and sorrow. He wanted to reach out to her, but she disappeared. Until one day he turned around and there she was.
Edgar Mirmir is a Nordic god to some, a tech-savvy genius to others, and to women – he is everything they desire. His life should be perfect, and everything he has ever dreamed of… only it’s not. One woman haunts him. When he first saw her, her electric blue eyes shone with defiance, fear, and sorrow. He wanted to reach out to her, but she disappeared. Until one day he turned around and there she was.
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“It’s ten
forty-five, almost time for the Brooks Bomb. I told Payne on Friday that this
would be your first day back but he had meetings out of the office all
morning.” I said.
I turned to head
back to my office but stopped as Morgana yelled out for me. “Maybe I’ll take an
early lunch. You up for it?”
I was about to
tell her no, that I had some work that needed to get done when the elevator
doors opened and out walked the last person I wanted to see, ever, Edgar.
Then I would be
forced to talk to him about the new hire for his department. Something easily
done via email. Instead of face-to-face where I would have to try desperately
to control my hormones. It was hard to not turn into a giggling mess with his
deep voice acting like a Siren song. I always tried to be aloof, but I had a
feeling he didn’t care anyway.
Before he saw
me, I turned back toward Morgana and nodded my head. “Sounds great.”
“Okay, let’s go.
Oh wait, is that Edgar? Hey, Edgar.”
I was surprised
by how fast Morgana could move considering her height. She was like a red blur
blazing past me and before I knew it, she had Edgar deep in conversation. His
perfectly sculpted blond hair just brushed the tops of his ears as he ran his
fingers through them.
He had long hair
when I first started to work here, but last year he cut it. I appreciated both
styles, but I missed his long hair. Something about it made me want to run my
fingers through it, fist it in my fingers, and scream “mine” to anyone who
passed.
I sounded
barbaric. And sad. Mostly sad.
Holding my
ground, I refused to move closer, not on principle because what was I arguing
about? Lunch? No, I was hungry, but I lacked the strength to resist Edgar’s
charm. Especially when he smiled and those dimples appeared.
Dimples of sin I
called them. I wanted to lick them so much.
“Hey, Evaleen,
Edgar is going to join us for lunch.” Morgana waved me over with happiness
radiating out of her pores. I wish I could glow with happiness. The only time I
glowed was after I had danced a few songs at a club. Also, my makeup usually
melted by then, and my pit stains were large enough by that point that tadpoles
had been known to form, even when I wore a tank top.
What I’m saying
was I got swamp pits but, hey, I glowed.
Edgar’s dimples
were on full debauchery mode. That was, until he saw me. I guess Morgana left
that part out when she invited him to lunch. He probably would have declined
the offer if he knew I would be there.
“Dreary Evaleen
Bechmann? No, thank you,” he’d say. I was always surprised when he knew my
name considering how unhappy he appeared around me.
It wasn’t just
his dwindling smile but how his eyes gazed at anything but me. Like he was
trying to find an escape from the worst thing ever, me.
“Great.”
It wasn’t great.
It especially wasn’t wonderful when Morgana conveniently stood by the elevator
buttons when we were moving down to the bottom floor, forcing Edgar and me to
stand next to each other. I could smell his cologne.
His mouth
watering, manly man scent.
I took deep
breaths, not because I was about to hyperventilate (but that was an idea to get
out of this lunch), but because I wanted to inhale all of him.
My mouth watered
and I knew my neck was red without even glancing into the reflection of the metal
elevator doors.
I turned my head
to face the wall and tried to fill my lungs with non-sex god air, but it wasn’t
working. Perhaps if I scooted toward the wall, inching farther away from him, I
wouldn’t want to lick him so much?
Thankfully, I
didn’t have to make that decision as the elevator dinged and opened on the
ground floor. Cool, platonic air breezed around me and I began to feel human
again.
That was until
he placed his hand on the small of my back to guide me out of the elevator,
causing my lady parts to spasm uncontrollably. I think they were having a
seizure from too much hotness.
I coughed.
Actually, I tried to suppress an eruption of humiliating giggles that would
have embarrassed twelve-year-old girls, with a cough.
It worked. He
dropped his hand and the lower half of my body went into a deep depression. The
top half of my body felt relief tinged with bitterness.
The chill of the
Chicago air solidified me. What if I’m not sexy or beautiful enough for him to
notice like he did every other woman he came in contact with? He slept around
anyway. Even if he did seduce me, I would just end up heartbroken anyway.
“Here we are.
Chuck’s Sausage Shack. I am so thankful I can get a good sausage right next
door anytime I want.” Morgana smiled as she held the door for us.
“I sure do love
to suck on tubular meat during my breaks at work,” I said without hesitation.
That time I
coughed for real. I hadn’t meant for that to come out of my mouth. It was there
in my head and then my mouth decided it was the perfect time to give it a
voice. I blame Morgana. Who says they are thankful to get good sausage? She was
practically begging me to embarrass myself like that.
“Let’s hope,”
Edgar said. My eyes narrowed at him but he had turned from me.
Cool as always.
Nothing fazed him, not even a frumpy co-worker making blatant and not very good
penis jokes.
He was just
casually glancing around the place scoping out a table.
“Crap. Looks
like I got to head back to work. I just got a text from Mr. Payne telling me he
needs to meet with me since it’s my first day back. Sorry.” Morgana frowned,
shoving her phone back into her purse and pushing out the door.
After watching
the door close, I turned to Edgar. He was staring at me, grimacing.
“Look, if you
have something to do we can just order food to go,” I said, trying to offer him
a way out. It was obvious back at the office he was only agreeing to lunch
because he thought it would be him and Morgana. I’m not blind. Morgana was
gorgeous and sexy and exactly what a player like Edgar would be into. I think
it’s a little shitty that he would go after someone his best friend, Payne, was
obviously into, but that was none of my business.
Now we can order
food for lunch since we are already here and then go our separate ways.
Edgar smirked.
His dimples deepening as his gaze drifted languidly to my lips. “Now why would
I miss out on the chance of watching you suck on some tubular meat?”
My lady parts
were seizing again.
Meet the Author
Elizabeth Lynx
writes romantic comedy with steam. She's a recovering comedian. Wife and mother
of the male species. Believer in love & laughter. Her life consists of
preventing small catastrophes and wondering if a day will exist when she
doesn't have to fold laundry.
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