King's Passion. Adrianne Byrd

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      “What?” She pushed on one of his bulging biceps and flashed her pearly whites up at him. “You’re a man who owns a strip club. Don’t tell me you that you don’t like dancing.”

      Xavier cut in. “Actually, it’s a gentlemen’s club.”

      Charelle’s gaze shifted to the brothers. “Sorry. I didn’t know that I was interrupting a family reunion. Hello, boys.”

      They quickly said their hellos.

      “Then you won’t mind excusing us.” He started to move away.

      “So we’ll finish this dance later?” she asked, rocking her hips to entice him with what could be waiting for him when he was through.

      It wasn’t enough. “No. I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head and stepping away. “When I dance, I like to lead.”

      Charelle’s face fell while Xavier and Jeremy sucked in a quick breath as if Eamon had delivered a body blow. He should have known better than to do this in front of them. They had a tendency to be juvenile.

      “You’re welcome to stay. Just tell the bartender I said that the drinks are on the house tonight.” He stepped around her and then threaded through the crowd when she grabbed him by his trim waist.

      “Is that it?”

      “Did you need anything else?” he asked benignly.

      “Hey, Eamon.” A woman walked behind him and gave his firm butt a good squeeze.

      He turned his head in time to see Hayley, one of his waitresses, sashay away. “Hey, I require dinner and a few drinks before I allow a woman to have her way with me.” He laughed.

      “I’ll keep that in mind,” Hayley teased and continued to navigate her way through the crowd with her tray of drinks.

      Laughing, Eamon turned back toward Charelle whose face was twisted in annoyance.

      “Well, no wonder you’ve been M.I.A., you’ve already moved on to the next trick.”

      Unfazed and, quite frankly, bored by Charelle’s penchant for drama, Eamon folded his arms. “You do realize that you just called yourself a trick, right?”

      “No. I’m calling you a flea-infested, roaming dog.”

      “Then you were smart to leave me when you did,” he agreed. No matter what she said, he was not going to indulge her by fighting. What was the point? Hayley meant nothing to him. It was harmless flirtation between good friends and not out of the ordinary for colleagues who worked in their type of establishment. “It was good seeing you again, Charelle.”

      Making a clean break this time, Eamon finally maneuvered the rest of the way through the club to his private sanctuary: the office. “Shut the door behind you,” he instructed and then opted for the leather couch instead of the executive chair behind his desk.

      “Yes, boss. Right away, boss,” Jeremy joked before closing the door behind him. In doing so, he lowered the volume at least fifty percent from the loud music bumping in the club.

      “All right,” Eamon said, stretching back on the couch and kicking up his feet. “Lay it on me. What’s so important that it takes both of you to fly in to talk to me?”

      His younger brothers looked at each other again as if waging a silent battle as to which one of them should drop the bomb.

      “You guys are really trying my patience,” he warned. “Spill it.”

      Xavier sucked in a deep breath. “It’s Quentin.”

      Dropping his head back, Eamon groaned. “I should’ve known. What has he done now—tear up the Atlanta club again?” he asked, referring to a drunken brawl Q had gotten into about six months back.

      “No. It’s nothing like that,” Xavier rushed.

      “But?” Eamon asked. “Why do I hear a ‘but’ coming?”

      “But…he’s driving me—”

      “Us,” Jeremy corrected and then nodded for Xavier to finish.

      “Yes. He’s driving us crazy. We thought—”

      “Actually it was Xavier’s idea,” Jeremy cut in again and then rolled his hand at Xavier. “Go ahead. Tell him your idea.”

      Xavier looked like he was two seconds from going for Jeremy’s jugular.

      “Anyway,” Xavier said, cutting his eyes back to Eamon. “We were thinking that he could come out here and work with you for a little while. This is our biggest club. Surely there’s plenty for him to do around here.”

      Eamon was already springing back up from the couch before Xavier could finish his sentence. “No. No. And, oh hell no!”

      Jeremy slapped his hand against his forehead. “C’mon, Eamon. It’s your turn. He’s already spent time at our clubs, drinking and chasing women. It’s like having a kid around that we have to babysit twenty-four hours a day.”

      “So when you say put him to work you meant that in the loosest terms possible, right?”

      Xavier sighed. He and Quentin were actually best friends though Eamon never understood why. They couldn’t be more opposite than the North and South Poles.

      “I don’t understand,” Eamon said. “Why do we have to do anything? Quentin is a silent partner. Kick him to the curb and tell him to take a trip or something?”

      Xavier raked his fingers across his finely shaved head. “Well…let’s just say that he’s going through a little emotional crisis at the moment.”

      Eamon frowned. “What do you mean?”

      “He has a broken heart,” Jeremy answered. “And it’s bad.”

      “Real bad,” Xavier agreed, nodding. “Sterling married the woman Q thinks he was in love with.”

      “Quentin is always in love,” Eamon dismissed. “Give him a couple of weeks and he’ll be fine.”

      “It’s been six months,” Xavier said.

      “It’s getting worse not better,” Jeremy added.

      “And what am I supposed to do? Babysit? Does it looks like I have time to babysit a cousin I don’t even like?”

      “You mean the same cousin that has made us all rich?” Xavier asked.

      Here comes the guilt. “No.”

      “Just for a little while,” Xavier continued. “He’s excommunicated himself from his family.”

      “No.”

      “He’s a broken man. We’re all he has,” Jeremy added. “Just keep him for a couple of months and СКАЧАТЬ