Pretending She's His: A Hard Feelings Novella by Kelsie Leverich Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Kelsie Leverich
so they did share a secret, but this look was different. It was seductive and intense, and it sent chills across her heated skin.
He stopped behind her chair. She couldn’t see him but she was strangely completely aware of him. “Hey, baby, I got you some cake,” he said, a slight slink to his words, a silken purr. Then he set the small piece of red velvet cake in front of her and leaned down, his head moving close to hers before he pressed his lips the side of her neck.
It was the first time his lips had moved over her skin like that. It was the first time he pressed his mouth to her in a way that made her blush. It was a quick kiss, a brief contact—but the strange effect it had on her lingered long after it was gone.
“Thanks,” she said, her words unsure. He winked and sat down next to her.
Meagan shifted her eyes between them and the scrutiny was torturous. “So you two are really going through with this, huh?” Meagan questioned.
Trevor’s head tilted back in a dismissive nod and his mouth lifted on the corners. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t give me that shit.” Meagan shook her head. “This ought to be interesting,” she speculated.
Eva didn’t say anything; instead, she filled her mouth with the moist deliciousness that was red velvet wedding cake and poured more wine in her glass.
Reed, Luke, Reed’s sister, Becky, and her husband, Conner, made their way to the table. Nerves spiked in Eva’s chest at the very real realization that she was pretending she was with Trevor. How in the hell was she going to pull this off all weekend?
Sitting down in the chair next to Meagan, Reed nodded at Trevor. Sitting down on the other side of Reed, Conner pulled Becky onto his lap. Luke took the other chair next to Trevor. They all sat there for a moment, silence filling the space around them with an awkward residue.
“So anyone going to address the elephant in the room?” Becky asked, looking at Meagan, apparently aware of the awkward tension lingering in the space around the table. Becky had been a royal bitch when she’d first met Meagan, being overprotective of her brother to a fault. Luckily she had tamed down some and had learned to retract her claws, which was a pretty good thing considering Eva had no problem whatsoever letting hers out. For the most part, Eva and Meagan could tolerate her now. But even then, it pissed Eva off that Becky had to be the one to open her mouth to start the cumbersome conversation of her lie.
Trevor glanced at Eva and winked. He used his wink on women all the time, but she was about ready to staple his eyelids open if he kept winking at her. She wasn’t some chick he was going to fuck when the night was over so there was no need for him to attempt to lay on the charm.
She inhaled a deep breath, trying to soothe the bitch that was begging to come out of her. Becky had loaded Eva’s weapon and Trevor happened to be in her line of fire. He was doing her a favor. Trevor was her good friend. A pain in her ass, but a good friend nonetheless. She didn’t need to take her frustration with the whole damn situation out on him.
“Seriously, what is with all the tension?” Reed asked, looking at his new bride with a worried frown.
Lifting her hand to the side of his face, Meagan leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Just a chaste kiss, but it seemed to melt away his unease. “No tension,” she confirmed.
“Okay,” Reed said, unconvinced. “Then what is it?”
Dammit. Meagan wouldn’t call her out. That wasn’t Meggy’s style. She would cover for Eva even if she was holding a dead body in her arms.
This was Meagan’s day, yet her new husband was now worried and the atmosphere was suddenly stiff. Eva needed to fix this—and fast. It was her best-friend/maid-of-honor duty not to fuck up this day for her.
Eva looked to Trevor. She could handle her own shit, but when in doubt, Trevor would come through—at least she hoped. She’d
He stopped behind her chair. She couldn’t see him but she was strangely completely aware of him. “Hey, baby, I got you some cake,” he said, a slight slink to his words, a silken purr. Then he set the small piece of red velvet cake in front of her and leaned down, his head moving close to hers before he pressed his lips the side of her neck.
It was the first time his lips had moved over her skin like that. It was the first time he pressed his mouth to her in a way that made her blush. It was a quick kiss, a brief contact—but the strange effect it had on her lingered long after it was gone.
“Thanks,” she said, her words unsure. He winked and sat down next to her.
Meagan shifted her eyes between them and the scrutiny was torturous. “So you two are really going through with this, huh?” Meagan questioned.
Trevor’s head tilted back in a dismissive nod and his mouth lifted on the corners. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t give me that shit.” Meagan shook her head. “This ought to be interesting,” she speculated.
Eva didn’t say anything; instead, she filled her mouth with the moist deliciousness that was red velvet wedding cake and poured more wine in her glass.
Reed, Luke, Reed’s sister, Becky, and her husband, Conner, made their way to the table. Nerves spiked in Eva’s chest at the very real realization that she was pretending she was with Trevor. How in the hell was she going to pull this off all weekend?
Sitting down in the chair next to Meagan, Reed nodded at Trevor. Sitting down on the other side of Reed, Conner pulled Becky onto his lap. Luke took the other chair next to Trevor. They all sat there for a moment, silence filling the space around them with an awkward residue.
“So anyone going to address the elephant in the room?” Becky asked, looking at Meagan, apparently aware of the awkward tension lingering in the space around the table. Becky had been a royal bitch when she’d first met Meagan, being overprotective of her brother to a fault. Luckily she had tamed down some and had learned to retract her claws, which was a pretty good thing considering Eva had no problem whatsoever letting hers out. For the most part, Eva and Meagan could tolerate her now. But even then, it pissed Eva off that Becky had to be the one to open her mouth to start the cumbersome conversation of her lie.
Trevor glanced at Eva and winked. He used his wink on women all the time, but she was about ready to staple his eyelids open if he kept winking at her. She wasn’t some chick he was going to fuck when the night was over so there was no need for him to attempt to lay on the charm.
She inhaled a deep breath, trying to soothe the bitch that was begging to come out of her. Becky had loaded Eva’s weapon and Trevor happened to be in her line of fire. He was doing her a favor. Trevor was her good friend. A pain in her ass, but a good friend nonetheless. She didn’t need to take her frustration with the whole damn situation out on him.
“Seriously, what is with all the tension?” Reed asked, looking at his new bride with a worried frown.
Lifting her hand to the side of his face, Meagan leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Just a chaste kiss, but it seemed to melt away his unease. “No tension,” she confirmed.
“Okay,” Reed said, unconvinced. “Then what is it?”
Dammit. Meagan wouldn’t call her out. That wasn’t Meggy’s style. She would cover for Eva even if she was holding a dead body in her arms.
This was Meagan’s day, yet her new husband was now worried and the atmosphere was suddenly stiff. Eva needed to fix this—and fast. It was her best-friend/maid-of-honor duty not to fuck up this day for her.
Eva looked to Trevor. She could handle her own shit, but when in doubt, Trevor would come through—at least she hoped. She’d