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

typing. When I click on it, it takes a second for the hi-def video to load.

I see Gavin standing in a locker room and a female reporter talking animatedly to one of his teammates when he suddenly turns around and bumps into her . . .

Ohhhh. My heart skips a beat as I watch the towel fall away from his chiseled hips, revealing huge, muscular thighs and that same huge cock I saw several minutes ago. The reporter in the video jumps back, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes going wide with shock as she stares at Gavin’s monster. A blush comes to Gavin’s cheeks as his cock sways from left to right.

Mindy finishes the guy’s order just as the video ends. It’s short. Less than ten seconds. Gavin was quick to pick up his towel at the end, but it was too late.

“Crazy, ain’t it?” Mindy asks, winking at me.

“Yeah,” I whisper, a flood of arousal going through me, my eyes on the last frame of the video.

“I’m so jealous you got to see that in person!” Mindy pauses and then nods at the phone. “But that’s not the only thing he’s known for. Go look at the other stories they have on him.”

I flip back on the phone and look through other search results. Some of them are just a mix of sports stories. Apparently, Gavin’s pretty good. He’s been All-Pro four out of the past five years, but there’s also a lot of gossip sites that have nothing to do with the sports or the video. There’s a picture of him at a rock concert with a Victoria’s Secret model and one in Cancun with some other hottie. No matter what picture I see of him, there’s always a beautiful woman on his arm.

Money. Fame. Big cock. He has it all. My heart sinks as I realize this dude must be a major player. I guess it’s not surprising, given his profession. The stories about his sex life are absolutely salacious. Headline after headline talks about either the Anaconda video or his sexual escapades.

I shake my head, whispering, “This dude must get more ass . . .”

“Than a Burger King toilet seat,” Mindy cracks, finishing my sentence for me.

I roll my eyes and continue scrolling through the photos. Anger twists my stomach at all the photos of him with smiling women. I don’t know why I’m getting upset. Gavin’s not my boyfriend and I’m sure as fuck not his girl. But still . . . there’s just something about it all that pisses me off. Maybe it’s just the fact that there’s a video of his junk on the internet with probably millions of lusty women watching it.

“I bet he heard me come in and was just waiting to pull the whole surprise naked man gig again,” I fume, handing her the phone back.

For some reason, I’m convinced Gavin thought I would just fall to my knees and service his big cock because he was some famous celebrity. Arrogant prick. Heat infuses my throat, and I bring my hand to my neck unconsciously and swallow back a mix of anger and . . . “Seriously, I—”

I freeze as Gavin strolls into the coffee shop, moving with a swag that steals the breath from my lungs. He’s dressed in black pants and a white dress shirt that’s opened at the front, showcasing the tanned skin underneath. And he looks damn good. Not as good as he did standing in front of me naked. But still good.

For a moment I freeze, unsure of what to do, but then I quickly duck down behind the counter before he can see me.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hear Mindy demand in a whisper from above me. I give her a shushing gesture as I hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Hi, welcome to the Beangal’s Den,” I hear her say pleasantly. “How can I help you?”

“I’m looking for someone,” I hear Gavin say. I close my eyes and hold in a groan at his deep tone. God, that voice. I feel like I’m lying on a bed of velvet whenever he speaks.

“Sure, sir . . .”

Mindy Price, you bitch, you’d better not give me away.

“Gavin Adams.”

“It’s a pleasure, Mr. Adams. I’m Mindy, the assistant manager here at the shop,” Mindy says flirtatiously. “We here at Grand Waterways are happy to host D-town’s biggest celebrity.” I have to roll my eyes at her audacity of putting emphasis on biggest, and if I weren’t hiding, I’d give her a good smack to boot.

“Nice to meet you too, Mindy,” Gavin says, seemingly ignoring her play on words. “I’m looking for one of your co-workers, one of the maids. She’s about my age, maybe a little younger?”

“Gonna need a little more than that,” Mindy says, and I bite my lower lip, hoping she’s not about to play a prank and betray me. “There’s a lot of part timers here. The hotel has a work assistance deal with the university. Do you have a name?”

“No,” Gavin says. “She ran out on me before I could get it.”

Thank God he didn’t get a good look at my name tag.

“Ran out on you?” Mindy says, a note of humor entering her voice.

My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for his response. If he’s here to find out my identity so he can report me to my asshole boss, I’m screwed.

I hold in a groan as hear Gavin clear his throat. “Um, yeah, I bumped into her in a vending machine room on the top floor,” he lies.

Relief sweeps through me and I close my eyes in gratitude. Good, he’s not here to find out who I am so he can report me and make a big deal out of it. My eyes pop back open and go wide a second later as what he’s really here for hits me.

No way.

“Oh really?” Mindy hums innocently, making me want to smack her upside the head. She’s