Uncovered (Billionaire Romance) (Boston Buyer's Club) Read Online Free

fixed my chest, my corset, and followed them through the doors. As I touched the handle, I considered closing the door, and running like Alexis did. But I couldn’t do it. I had to know what was inside.
    I followed the women into a smoky scene of men in business suits sitting at small circular tables. Some were playing cards, while others were smoking cigars and doing shots. I watched Jessica out of the corner my eye as she approached a table of clear businessmen; their suits were of the highest quality. She sat down on one of their laps, and started to make conversation. The other girls around me started to do the same; some approached the bar to get a drink while others sat down at the tables, or landed quick kisses on men's cheeks. There was no jealousy, only business. I realized that within minutes I was the only girl still standing, and I watched as hungry eyes began to assess me. I was the new girl, the Virgin, fresh meat. I quickly spotted an older gentleman, sitting in the corner at a table alone, smoking a cigar. He looked like the easiest target. Gray suit, too. Could be the judge the blonde referred to. I crossed the room, quickly avoiding eye contact with the other man as I passed. One reached out, and grabbed my hand, but when I turned he was not at all that I expected.
    “You’re new.”
    I sucked in a deep breath, and tried to muster my confidence. “What an astute observation that is, but if you'll excuse me I already made my choice for the night.”
    He sat lazily in the chair with one leg crossed over another, and a glass of what I assumed was whiskey was in his hands. He was in his late twenties with a red tie around his neck, and a crisp black suit. Something about him annoyed me. But it also intrigued me. His beautiful dark brown eyes said more than his clear superiority did. He had dark brown hair, cut short at the top of his head, to match his dark eyes. His eyebrows were raised at me in interest; something I had said had made him wonder.
    “You've already chosen for the night? I guess you don't know how this works.”
    I pulled my hand away from him. “Actually, I don't think you do.”
    “You’re a lot to handle. I like that.”
    I rolled my eyes.
    “I’m Hudson James. You are?”
    “Leaving.”
    I continued on my path toward the older man in the corner, when I heard Hudson and his friends laughing behind me. “She's a firecracker, that one. I'll definitely have to talk to the Madame about her.” I heard the clinking of glasses, but I didn't turn around.
    When I finally reached the back corner, I could tell the man was surprised to see me.
    “Is anyone sitting here?”
    He sat up straighter, fixing his dark tie and buttoning his suit. The buttons bulged across his portly belly. It was clear that he wasn’t as high up as the younger guy had been; his suit was gray and his shoes were worn. But I didn't care. He looked lonely, and I thought he would be a good introduction into whatever lifestyle I was about to get into.
    “No, no. Of course, have a seat. I don't recognize you.” He waved a waitress over to us. “Would you like a drink?”
    I didn’t respond at first.
    It was the black girl from earlier, but now she had a sweet smile on her lips. “Honey, the man offered you a drink. It would be rude not to order.”
    I nodded, “A whiskey sour please. Thank you.”
    She nodded, “Another tequila for you, Judge? It is Saturday after all.” So it was the man the blonde had been referring to.
    He laughed. “Monique, you know me so well.”
    She sauntered off, and I watched his eyes as they focused in on her ass. I had to get his attention back or he might request her.
    “Judge, is it?”
    He nodded, “That's my name here. But I'll tell you a little secret; that's what I do in real life, too.”
    “Fascinating,” I said, as I leaned on the table. “Tell me more.”
    Lucky for me, the judge and I had a lot in common. My political science major, and interest in current political