Numb (Senses Series Book 3) by Xavier Neal Read Free Book Online Page B

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    “C.J.” I greet him in a warm voice as he leans over to give me a small hug.
    “Maxx,” he responds before pulling away.
    After my eyes do their best not to gawk over Logan in a pair of dark jeans and black button up shirt, one of the only ones he owns might I add, they meet his blues that seem to have a hint of desolation to them.
    God this sucks.
    “You two aren’t even gonna speak to each other?” Luke’s parental tone gets the better of us.
    Being civil I tilt my head at him. “Kellar.”
    Another pained look briefly grows in his eyes.
    He hates when I call him that.
    “Maxx.”
    C.J. clears his throat to try and break up the tension and offers an introduction. “This is my cousin Grant by the way. Grant, this is Erin’s brother Luke and her other best friend Maxx.”
    Luke waves a small hello while I look over at Grant who reminds me of a discount Chris Evans. Less muscle. Less of an accent. Still cute. Extending my hand I introduce myself, “Maxx.”
    “Beautiful name. Beautiful dress.” His eyes assess me.
    Terrible pick up line, but the look on Logan’s face is one I’m familiar with. It’s the start of anger that he has a hard time controlling. Hm. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
    “Thanks,” I say turning slightly to the side to allow him to see the back that dips right above my bra line.
    Side note, strapless bras. Not my favorite.
    “I was worried about lines…” I drag the word out so he understands exactly what I’m implying. “But I guess I’m doing okay?”
    “Better than okay,” Grant responds, and I hear a familiar low growl come from Logan.
    I glance to see him now glaring at me.
    Oh yeah. I’m doing this. Back my play! Before you go off on a rant that this is not a good idea, may I remind you about little Miss Stripper Heels earlier this week? Yeah. Okay. Like I said. I’m doing this.
    With a flip of my hair over my shoulder, I innocently reply, “You’re sweet.”
    Faintly, I think I hear, “You’re dead.”
    Did you hear that too?
    Luke shakes his head as he holds the door open, insisting the others walk through first. Once they’re past him and it’s just us he mumbles in my ear, “I hope you know what you’re doing, Maxx.”
    “Rarely do I ever,” I respond.
    Following C.J. down to the third row from the stage in this tiny room, I notice him preparing to sit in the chair next to his cousin.
    “Hey, C.J., mind if I sit on the end?”
    “Sure.” He shrugs not thinking twice about it.
    I purposely catch Logan’s attention and see his body stiffen all over. A ‘fuck you’ smirk is on my face when I say, “Grant…you don’t mind if I sit next to you, do you?”
    “Of course not, babe. It’d be my pleasure,” he replies not seeing the viscous looks Logan is throwing at the back of his head.
    Once we’re seated, waiting for the small ceremony to start, I lean back and cross my legs, allowing the dress to hike up my thigh. “You really like my dress?”
    Grant gives my body, that I’m now overly displaying, another look.
    Okay, so no. You know by now flirting is not high on my skills list, but that’s not the point at this moment. The point is to make Logan fucking jealous. To make him eat those fucking words he said to me about Tony, and to remind him very clearly that he’s not the only guy I can show interest in. Let’s leave out the part about me faking interest, okay? What’s that? This is petty? Well, I didn’t make the rules!
    “I do. I really do.”
    “Would you like it more on the floor?” The question gets an uncomfortable cough from Luke who is the barrier between Logan and Grant.
    After several pats on his chest, Luke announces, “Oh thank God. It’s starting.”
    Not a subtle line huh?
    The ceremony is brief and quick, which is good because I can tell Logan’s nerves have calmed back down and I’m ready to fire them back up.
    What can I say? His little rub in my face, with Liz ‘I can’t count to ten’ Slut