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Irresistible BachelorsBooks 1-5
Lauren Landish
Edited by Valorie Clifton Edited by Staci Etheridge
Contents
Also by Lauren Landish
Anaconda
Mr. Fiancรฉ
Heartstopper
Stud Muffin
Mr. Fixit
About the Author
Also by Lauren Landish
Big Fat Fake Series:
My Big Fat Fake Wedding || My Big Fat Fake Engagement || My Big Fat Fake Honeymoon
Standalones:
Drop Dead Gorgeous || The Dare
Bennett Boys Ranch:
Buck Wild || Riding Hard || Racing Hearts
The Tannen Boys:
Rough Love || Rough Edge || Rough Country
Dirty Fairy Tales:
Beauty and the Billionaire || Not So Prince Charming || Happily Never After
Get Dirty:
Dirty Talk || Dirty Laundry || Dirty Deeds || Dirty Secrets
Anaconda A Sexy Romantic Comedy
Brianna
โThis is fucking disgusting,โ I mutter with revulsion, looking around the hotel room and barely able to hold back the nausea twisting my stomach from the foul stench. I clamp a hand over my nose, trying not to breathe the acrid air in through my mouth and shaking my head at the horror before me.
Actually, disgusting is an understatement. The room looks like a frat house after a night of binge drinking and wild orgies. There are pizza boxes, crushed beer cans, and dark stains everywhere.
Holy shit.
No wonder the smell is so bad. These guys are pigs. My eyes continue to roam and I spot at least one smashed bottle of vodka beforeโฆ
โOh, hell no!โ I croak, almost dry heaving and turning away from the revolting sight of several used condoms. I can even see something white and sticky nearby. I grab the top of my uniform and pull it up over my nose, no longer able to bear the stench. โThey donโt pay me enough for this shit!โ Holding my breath, I beeline for the door. I gasp as I exit the room and enter the hallway, letting go of my shirt and sucking down a lungful of air. I normally canโt stand the air in the smoking section of the guest rooms, but right now, this air is sweeter than a double-fudge chocolate chip sundae.
After a few grateful breaths, I pull out my walkie talkie from my side pocket and shake my head as I press the microphone button. โMaintenance, this is Housecleaning.โ
โWhatcha need, Bri?โ asks a familiar scratchy voice, and I sigh, relaxing. Itโs Jimmy, an older man who still wears corduroy and thinks heโs in the 70s. But besides his penchant for living in the past, heโs pretty cool and will empathize with my pain. This isnโt the first wrecked room that Iโve walked in on, and it certainly wonโt be my last.
โWe have a problem,โ I tell him, letting the direness I feel seep into my voice. โA big, big problem.โ
โIs it that bad?โ Jimmy asks. Thereโs a slight note of hope in his voice. I know what heโs thinking. Heโs hoping that maybe itโs nothing a little bleach and elbow grease wonโt fix.
I feel sorry for him. And to think I didnโt even step foot into the bathroom.
I shudder at the gross images that flash in my mind as I reply, โYes! Your boys will have their hands full. Room 333. Bring steam cleaners, a sandblaster . . . and maybe a hazmat suit.โ
Jimmy groans over the radio. I hear him inhale as if he wants to say something, but the transmission cuts. He knows that he canโt say much about it. Our radios arenโt monitored like the police scanners, but they can still be listened to. And with whatโs going on, we canโt take chances. A crackling sound pops my ears.
โIf you guys get it done, Iโll worry about the towels and sheets,โ I add.
โGrand Waterways Hotel . . .โ Jimmy says forlornly. โGrand Water Sewer Way would be a more apt name.โ
I huff out a chuckle at that. Jimmy shouldnโt have said that over the line, but itโs the damn truth. โCanโt argue with that,โ I say wholeheartedly. To the hotelโs credit, though, it canโt help what guests like a team of pro and collegiate ballers do to its rooms when theyโre hosting drunken parties. Iโve heard that they stay here instead of in the city to keep the players โout of troubleโ. But they still have their parties.
โIโll handle it, Bri. Weโll be up in a half hour. Maybe you can catch the rest on the back half of your shift?โ
A feeling of relief washes over me. The man is a lifesaver. Thereโs no way I could handle these types of situations without him.
โThanks, Jimmy.โ
โNo worries. Maintenance out.โ
โPoor man,โ I mutter, tucking my walkie talkie back into my pocket.
Grateful to be free of that disaster, I make my way to the elevator, press the down button, and wait for the doors to open. Once inside, I mull over which floor I should go to, but my watch beeps, reminding me that I need a break.
I jam the button for the basement, leaning against the wall as the carriage starts to go down. My back aches, my feet ache, and Iโm pretty sure that my skin needs to be scrubbed with something stronger than soap and water after just walking into that filthy room. The image of the used condoms on the floor flashes in my mind and my skin crawls.
I canโt wait until I finish my degree and never have to step foot into this place again, I think with disgust.
I definitely donโt feel like working the rest of my shift after that. Iโm aching and sore all over. Iโm seriously overworked, and I donโt think I can take any more surprises.
But at least Iโm mostly finished, and Iโve got the next thirty minutes to chill out, try to get myself back together, and maybe pop a Tylenol or two before I do the last set of regular rooms, the suites, and then the floor that I normally hate most because I never know what to expect, the penthouse suites. They can range from sparkly clean to a pigsty as bad as the room I just leftโฆ depending on whoโs been staying there. Sometimes, the ballers
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