Bechmann is too busy running Human Resources for the billion-dollar company, Mimir, to even consider dating.
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.
told Payne on Friday that this would be your first day back but he had meetings
out of the office all morning.” I said.
yelled out for me. “Maybe I’ll take an early lunch. You up for it?”
to get done when the elevator doors opened and out walked the last person I
wanted to see, ever, Edgar.
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.
head. “Sounds great.”
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
Bechmann? No, thank you,” he’d say. I was always surprised when he knew my
name considering how unhappy he appeared around me.
anything but me. Like he was trying to find an escape from the worst thing
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
hyperventilate (but that was an idea to get out of this lunch), but because I
wanted to inhale all of him.
glancing into the reflection of the metal elevator doors.
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?
elevator dinged and opened on the ground floor. Cool, platonic air breezed
around me and I began to feel human again.
guide me out of the elevator, causing my lady parts to spasm uncontrollably. I
think they were having a seizure from too much hotness.
humiliating giggles that would have embarrassed twelve-year-old girls, with a
went into a deep depression. The top half of my body felt relief tinged with
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.
get a good sausage right next door anytime I want.” Morgana smiled as she held
the door for us.
work,” I said without hesitation.
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.
turned from me.
co-worker making blatant and not very good penis jokes.
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.
staring at me, grimacing.
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
and then go our separate ways.
languidly to my lips. “Now why would I miss out on the chance of watching you
suck on some tubular meat?”
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.