Embrace Me Read Free

with it, but the boys will dig ya. You got that whole metrosexual thing happening.”
    â€œShut up, Nick.” Ditching the main street for the back alley, Hudson bumped over potholes as he pulled behind the club. In this part of town parking was a luxury most establishments couldn’t afford. Not that Hudson cared. He slid his car perfectly into a spot likely reserved for the manager of the establishment, not giving two fucks if the guy wanted to tow him or not. He didn’t plan on being there long enough to find out.
    â€œI’m serious, bro. Let’s count it. You got the hot car, the penthouse, the threads. You’re a successful businessman in the right tax bracket.” He ticked each qualification off on a finger, all the while sporting a shit-eating grin that Hudson was ready to smack off his face. “Oh, and let’s not forget about the hair.”
    â€œWay to play into the stereotype.”
    â€œA positive one. I mean look at Colin. Dude’s got game,” Nick said, before getting out of the luxury ride.
    Hudson lifted a dark brow. “Do I detect a developing mancrush?”
    â€œNah, he’s just cool. Better than that stuffed shirt of an assistant you got shuffling papers.”
    â€œDarren does a lot more than shuffle papers. And he’s proficient at his job.” Hudson thumbed the alarm and shoved the key fob into his front pocket.
    â€œYeah, but the sense of humor of a paper napkin.”
    â€œA sense of humor was neither a prerequisite, nor is one encouraged.”
    â€œAnd you want me to come work for you?” Nick laughed. “Fuck no.”
    â€œLess talk, more walk.” Hudson was running on adrenaline and instinct while Nick was dragging his heels and doing what appeared to be some sort of comedy routine. “I mean it, Nicky, get the lead out.”
    Hudson’s strides were long and measured as he beat a path around the brick building. He was so not cool with what he could only imagine was going down inside the joint, and his mood didn’t improve as he passed the marquee posters advertising the club’s featured performers. Christ, women had a lot of nerve giving men a hard time for strippers. This shit was cheesy as hell.
    Nick belted out a snort as he checked out the ads. “Shit balls and dick tips, they have a firefighter, a navy dude, and a cop. It’s the freaking Village People!” He jogged a few steps, trying to catch up to Hudson. “The cop is so your speed, bro. You have perpetrator written all over you.”
    Hudson’s jaw clenched and a shooting pain racked his temple. Dealing with Nick’s wisecracks was trying enough, but the redhead had upped the night’s ante. His wife was inside making it rain dollars and he was about to show up unannounced? Yeah, not a good turn of events.
    But welcome or not, he was putting an end to whatever was going on in there.
    They turned the corner and Hudson came to an abrupt stop. His feet finally moving as fast as his tongue, Nick crashed into him, catching the eye of the bouncer who’d been inspecting the line of ladies waiting to get inside. The guy was the size of a small car, and judging by the bulge in the sleeve of his suit coat, he could probably bench press one as well. Hudson blew out a breath. He wasn’t in the mood to get into some storytelling event on why he wanted to enter a club that catered almost exclusively to female clientele, let alone explain why he needed to circumvent the line. Instead, he let Ben Franklin speak on his behalf.
    Reaching into the ass pocket of his jeans, he pulled his wallet out and casually slid a hundred dollar bill from the stack of cash. It took about two seconds for the bouncer to size up the situation. He looked down at the C-note, then jerked his chin toward the door as he swiped the bill from Hudson’s palm. They were in.
    Hudson swung the door open. A rolling bass and the sound of screaming women tore