Irresistible Bachelors: Books 1-5 by Landish, Lauren (classic literature books .TXT) 📗

I clench my jaw at the interruption. Fuck whoever this dude is. Seriously. I’m tempted to take her walkie talkie from her and silence it so we can continue our conversation. There’s nothing stopping me. But I step away, letting her free, placing my hands behind my back.

Brianna is breathless as she grabs her transceiver. “Y-y-yes?” she asks, her voice unsteady. “I’m here.”

“Hey, it’s Jimmy. You all right? You sound out of breath.”

“I’m fine,” Brianna says quickly, her eyes nervously darting to me and then away.

“Oh, okay. I got that issue resolved. The room’s clear for you when you want. You read me?”

“Yes, Jimmy, thanks. I’ll be there as soon as I finish up here on six,” Brianna says, her voice tinged with relief. She continues to avoid my gaze as she speaks. “Thanks.”

Whoever Jimmy is, I’m kicking his ass if I ever meet him. I was one second away from feeling those sweet pouty lips crashing into mine.

Brianna puts away her walkie talkie and grabs ahold of the cart, her eyes finding my face. “I’m sorry, Mr. Adams . . .” There’s a flush to her cheeks that extends down her neck. A neck that I want to devour.

“Gavin,” I correct her. I’m expecting her to chew me out for being so bold and pressing up on her like that. Or to call me a cocky asshole. But she doesn’t.

“Gavin,” she says. Fuck, I love hearing her say my name. I want to hear her screaming it, though. “Sorry to disappoint, but I have duties to attend to. It was nice meeting you.” Before I can reply, she practically runs away like a bat out of hell, pushing her cart up the hall.

I watch her until she disappears around a corner, enjoying the sway of her luscious hips as she moves, fire burning in my blood and one thought on my mind. This is starting to be a problem. She got away from me again.

I’ll get her eventually, I tell myself confidently as I turn away and start making my way to the vending machine room, feeling a dull ache forming in my pelvis. On top of a drink, I’m going to need a bag of ice to numb my aching balls.

And when I do, she’s fucking mine.Brianna

The next morning, my fingers are shaking as I check my uniform in the mirror, my heart pounding like a war drum. He was so close to me. I could practically feel the heat radiating from him. As I stood there, sandwiched between his hard body and the wall, every bone in me screamed for me to run away.

But I didn’t.

It’s only by chance that Jimmy interrupted at that exact moment. He saved me.

I would have let Gavin do anything he wanted to me had Jimmy not interrupted.

And I’d be out of a job as soon as someone found out.

I shiver as I remember the intensity in Gavin’s eyes, his warm breath on my face. It scares me how much I wanted him in that moment, how I almost lost control. No guy has ever been so aggressive, and normally, I would have slapped anyone who was. But I found myself frozen, unable to even say a word, much less move.

My fingers clutch my neck as I suck in a deep breath. I’m mad at myself for not standing up to him. The guy is nothing but a player, and I should’ve let him have it. I don’t care if he’s a celebrity with a huge cock. He definitely deserved to be called out on his bullshit, brazenly pushing up on me like that. But I just choked up, caught up in his good looks that I’m sure he’s used to getting him whatever he wants.

Ugh. Anxiety squeezes my stomach as I gaze at my reflection. It’s time to start my shift. And I’m worried that he is going to be up there. And I don’t think I can handle him coming up to me again. Not after that.

And certainly not after spending half the night tossing and turning in bed with a burning need I haven’t felt in a long time.

I want to believe that I can tell him no, to fucking get lost. But I know it won't be easy.

I’m not easy, I tell myself, trying to build my self-confidence in the face of my desire, and I don’t want to give in to temptation just to become some cocky jerk’s one-night fling. Even if Mindy says there’s nothing wrong with it. I say there is, especially with someone like him.

Vowing that I’ll be strong if I encounter Gavin again, I close my locker and make my way to the lobby. It’s the first on my list today, and I want to get it out of the way so I can hopefully avoid Vandenburgh.

I’m just getting the vacuum out of the janitorial closet when I’m interrupted by an officious cough behind me.

“Miss Sayles,” says the voice that always sets my teeth on edge.

Speak of the damn devil.

I turn and see Mr. Vandenburgh standing there, glaring at me with his perpetual scowl. “You’re out of uniform,” he growls. He looks up at me, puffing out his stomach. “Where’s your name tag?”

I glance down at my blouse, cursing my luck. My name tag has been missing since yesterday, and I’ve been so engrossed in my thoughts with Gavin, I forgot all about it. “I’m sorry, Mr. Vandenburgh. I guess I lost it yesterday on shift. I’ll put in for a replacement immediately.”

“I see,” Vandenburgh says disdainfully. “Well, you can fill out the paperwork for that at the same time you sign your write-up form. Follow me to my office.” He begins to turn away.

“Write-up?” I ask, barely keeping my voice down, causing him to perform a dramatic spin about and fix a nasty scowl on his face. “You’re writing me up over a name tag?”

“The employee conduct guide is very clear on