Rex by Beth Michele Read Free Book Online Page B

definitely got a nice rack, but for some reason when I stare at it, all I see are Vanessa’s tits.
    That’s fucked up.
    I still lick my lips at the thought and begin cleaning up my station when a familiar voice sounds from behind me.
    “Hey, bro.”
    I spin around to find my brother, perfectly dressed as always in a dark grey suit, crisp, white dress shirt, and polished black shoes. Then there’s me in my ripped jeans and t-shirt. Talk about opposite ends of the spectrum.
    “What’s up, man?” I give him a nod of my chin. “They allowed you out of the boardroom for an afternoon break to consort with the riff-raff?” I chuckle and he glares at me.
    “No one allows me, I own the company, Rex,” he retorts, twiddling with the watch on his wrist.
    “Man, I love fucking with you, Hunter. Your feathers ruffle so easily.” I turn back to my station, scrubbing it down with a cloth.
    “And since when do you know what the word consort means anyway? You purchased a dictionary?”
    I nod my head but don’t look back at him. “Yeah. It arrived yesterday.”
    He laughs. “So you want to go grab some lunch?” he asks, and I’m already suspicious. He rarely ever takes a lunch, never mind paying me a visit in the middle of the afternoon. I have to wonder if this has something to do with Vanessa… or tomorrow.
    Pausing with the cloth in my hand, I toss him a questionable stare over my shoulder. “What gives?”
    “Do you want to get some lunch or not?” he asks again, checking the time on his watch.
    “Okay, give me a sec to finish cleaning up. I’ll meet you out front.”
    A few minutes later, Hunter and I head out, and I definitely know something’s up. The tension is thick between us and he’s being particularly quiet, which is so unlike him.
    “Okay, now are you going to tell me what the hell’s going on?” I wait for an answer as we make our way toward the pizzeria a block down from the shop.
    “So what happened last night after you texted me? You totally disappeared.”
    I stuff my hands in my pockets, kicking up rocks on the sidewalk. This can’t honestly be what he wants to talk about, but I’ll play along anyway. “Yeah, well we went back to my place, and let me tell you, Vanessa’s got a puss—“
    He holds a hand up to his side, blocking my view. “I’m good, thanks. I really don’t want to hear about your sexual escapades, Rex, especially when it concerns Olivia’s best friend,” he says, and I chuckle.
    “She asks a lot of questions though, man.” I hold the door open to the restaurant, letting a couple of guys pass before we walk inside.
    “Rex.” His tone is somewhat scolding. “That’s what women do. They’re all about the details. Oh wait,” he taunts, “you wouldn’t know that, would you?”
    “Fuck off.” I smirk, before we make our way toward the seating in the back.
    Hunter snaps his fingers as he slides into the booth, his eyes darting upward. “I almost forgot to tell you. You’ll never believe who I ran into the other day?”
    “Who?”
    “Old Mrs. Clawson.” He chuckles, removing the silverware from his napkin.
    “No shit? She’s gotta be what, like in her eighties or something?” I ask, twirling the salt shaker on the table.
    “Yeah, she is. She remembered me though. Which means she probably remembers the time she caught us climbing the oak tree in her backyard and you nearly broke your leg trying to get down so fast.”
    I smile at the memory as another more fascinating one takes shape in my mind. “And let’s not forget that not too long after that she caught me smoking pot in that same tree. You saved my ass, if I remember correctly.”
    “Well,” he says, “if you can call you having to rake leaves from her yard for an entire week saving you, then I guess I did.”
    The waitress drops our menus on the table and we order drinks before she takes off. I lean back against the worn leather seat, crossing my arms over my chest. “So… you’re stalling