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

Chime. My eyes are drawn to my cell when I step out of the bathroom. Voicemail. I hold in a groan, already knowing who it is. But I know I have to listen to it anyway.

Gavin, it’s Miranda. Just a quick reminder, you’d better be on your game today. I saw the sheet for today, and there’s a ton of work to be done. See you on set.

My excitement dims somewhat as I grab some black dress pants, pulling them on. I’m not looking forward to living up to Miranda’s expectations when I know I haven’t been giving my lines—or any of the script, for that matter—my undivided attention.

You’ve got to get yourself together, man, I tell myself as I slip into a white dress shirt and polished shoes. You can’t let this girl ruin your acting career before it even gets started. She’s not worth it.

I’m lying to myself. I know it as soon as it enters my mind.

The truth is, Brianna has awakened a fire that I haven’t felt in a long time by running from me. More than that, there’s something about her, something I can’t put my finger on, that draws me to her like a moth to the flame.

Brianna’s not like the other women I’ve been with. She doesn’t seem to care that I’m a sports star with all the trappings money, fame, and good looks can buy. Or that I have a huge cock that would have her coming so hard she’d forget what her name was.

And that makes me want her all the more.Brianna

I’m grumbling to myself by the time I make it down to the maintenance room. Inside, I quickly change out of my uniform to a jumpsuit, grab some wax and scrubbing pads, and then head back up to the lobby.

Before I can get to work, I’m spotted by Mindy as she’s walking out of the coffee shop. She rushes over to see what’s going on.

“What the hell is this?” she demands quietly, eyeing my getup.

“My punishment,” I reply out of the side of my mouth, my face a dark scowl. “For a missing name tag.”

“That humpty dumpty ass sonofabitch,” Mindy hisses, casting an angry glare toward Vandenburgh's office. I know she’d love nothing more than to let him have a piece of her mind, but she’s coasting on two strikes herself, courtesy of yours truly. If she weren’t so popular with the coffee shop patrons, Vandenburgh would’ve found a reason to fire her long ago. “What a fuck-face!”

“You’re telling me,” I mutter.

She shakes her head sadly before her frown morphs into a playful grin. Can’t ever keep her down long. “Hey, guess what?”

“What?” I ask cautiously. She’s giving me that snarky half-smirk so I know it’s going to be silly.

Mindy giggles as she gestures at the coffee shop. “V-man decided the coffee shop needs some more decoration, so we’ve got ourselves a brand-new fish. Girl, you’ve got to see this thing! It’s got lips so big, it looks like it’s giving head.” She starts bobbing her head forward, her mouth open wide.

Normally, I’d be laughing my ass off at her antics, but I can barely manage to crack a smile. I know Mindy’s just trying to lift my mood though, bless her heart.

Mindy stops and rubs my shoulder when she sees her crack failed, her smile rapidly fading. “I’ll have a sandwich ready for you on break,” she promises, walking back to the coffee shop.

“Thanks,” I say with a graciousness I don’t feel. “See you then.”

I get to work, getting on my hands and knees near the elevators. My plan is to do this area until Vandenburgh leaves for lunch. Then I’ll just call Jimmy to take care of the entire lobby really fast with the buffer. I might need my job, but there’s no way I’m going to subject myself to hours of torture. Screw Vandenburgh.

My hands are red from scrubbing and irritated by the solution by the time I’m on the last area, my back aching and sore. I don’t even notice when the elevator in front of me opens and polished dress shoes stop in front of my face.

I freeze when I hear that deep voice.

“Well, well, look who we have here.”

Oh, no. Not again.

I look up slowly and my breath stills in my lungs. Gavin is standing above me. The scent of his cologne, a heavy masculine fragrance, wafts down to my nose, causing my skin to prickle.

“Good morning,” I say, blushing. I cringe. I must look and sound so weak, like a love-struck schoolgirl. Instead of being polite, I should be telling him off about yesterday, but I feel like now’s not the time. Especially with Vandenburgh nearby.

“Good morning to you too,” Gavin says, stepping off the elevator. He pauses, looking down at me and frowning. “Are you waxing the floor?” he asks, his deep voice suddenly on edge.

“I am,” I reply, surprised by his intensity.

Gavin inquires, “Isn’t your job to clean the rooms?”

I nod.

He glances toward the lobby, a scowl on his face. “Then why are you waxing the floor? Don’t they have a janitor?”

Yeah, but that doesn’t matter when you work for a creep like Vandenburgh.

The words are on my lips. I almost tell him about Vandenburgh being a major douche, but I don’t.

Gavin can’t help me. And I don’t know why he cares anyway. He has a movie to shoot.

“Someone spilled something,” I lie instead, looking away. “And I just have to clean it up.”

“I know bullshit when I hear it,” Gavin growls, looking around, practically fuming.

I’m at a loss for words. Why the hell does he care?

I’m about to tell Gavin he shouldn’t worry about me and continue on his way when Vandenburgh appears from behind. “Miss Sayles, your job was to polish the marble, not gossip with hotel guests,” he says. He stares down his nose at me in a condescending manner. “First you lose your name tag, and now this. If you’re not going to take your job