Irresistible Bachelors: Books 1-5 by Landish, Lauren (bts books to read TXT) 📕

“Hard feelings?” Roxy asks, and I laugh.

“Well, actually, hard feelings as in a fist fight between my father and grandfather.” I chuckle. “They buried the hatchet after I was born, but Dad was stubborn. He never let my grandfather shower me with gifts or anything like that. He did let Grandpa set up a college fund for me and for Sophie, and of course, his name helped open some doors.”

Roxy nods. “Sounds like John, my stepfather. When he and my mom got together, I could have just mooched off him, but I had some good role models. I mean, after my biological dad died, Mom had to make it on her own for a long time. It taught me to be independent. What about you? What drives you?”

“Sophie,” I say immediately. “Our parents died just after I finished college, and it pushed me. I mean, Dad always made sure I knew what a real day’s work was. I did plenty of afternoons splitting logs for the fireplace, mowing lawns, stuff like that. But when I was literally a month after graduation and suddenly, I’ve got a little sister to take care of . . . it made me grow up a lot faster.”

Roxy’s eyes tear up, and I tilt my head, worried. “Are you okay?”

She nods. “Just . . . I can hear it in your voice. You miss your parents.”

I stop and have to look down at the table. She’s right. “There are times I don’t like thinking about it. I try not to remember the hard times. I just try to remember the stuff they taught me. My dad taught me how to be a man. My mom . . . well, if I’m not a total asshole, that’s her doing.”

“Well thank you, Mrs. Stone, then,” Roxy says. “Because I think you’re anything but an asshole. Most of the time.”

I laugh. “Most of the time.”

“Oh, yeah. You know, if you want to meet an asshole, you should see my boss. Always making demands of me in the supply room, calling me into his office . . . total asshole.”

I chuckle. Our food comes, and it’s as delicious as I expected. As she chews the last bite of her seared scallop, she sets her knife and fork down, looking directly at me. “Jake, thank you for letting me in more.”

I reach across, taking her hand. “You’re worth it. You’re pretty special, you know that, right?”

She blinks. I know I touched her, and it takes her a moment before she grins. “Yeah, well, you just remember that or else I’ll break a high heel off in your ass!”

I laugh. “Come on, time for dessert.”

“Wait, we’re not having dessert here?”

“No, the real dessert,” I tell her, taking her by the hand again. We drive to Club Jasmine, where I lead her in through the back.

“Here we are.”

“What’s this?” she asks, eyeing the door that has a star with her name emblazoned across the center. It hasn’t quite dawned on her yet.

“Open the door and you’ll see.”

She looks at me, looking like her heart is suddenly racing, and opens the door. The breath escapes her lungs as the door swings open. “Ooh.”

We step into her new dressing room. It’s equipped with a high chair, mirrors, a professional vanity for hair and makeup, and a clothing rack that is already filled with show dresses. “I checked your size and got you an entire wardrobe. Of course, you can pick and choose what you want. Roxy, you may not be a star yet, but you will be, and you’re already a star in my eyes.”

“Oh, Jake . . .” she says as tears fill her eyes. “How?”

“I had the crew paint and do all this during the day so I could surprise you. It only took them two days. I couldn't wait to show it to you.”

“Oh, my God,” she whispers. She turns and pulls me into a tight embrace. “This is so sweet of you.”

“Wait, that isn’t all,” I tell her. “I have better news.”

Roxy pulls back, staring at me. “Don’t fuck with me. How can it get any better?”

I tell her about Nathan’s call and the talent scout coming Saturday, and her jaw drops. “You’re kidding, right?” I shake my head. “I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it, darling, because it’s happening. You’ve got a shot.”

She presses back up against me, a tear escaping down her cheek. “Jake, all this . . . but what I want—I want to be with you. Your girl, and none of this hiding in clubs or private dinner restaurants, even if the food was orgasm-worthy. I don’t want to abide by the rules.”

In this moment, I want to give her everything she wants. The whole world. I nod, pulling her close and kissing her tenderly on the lips. “You are my girl. But we still have to try to play by the rules in the office, at least for a little while longer. At least while you’re working there.”

Roxy looks at me with hope in her eyes. “Oh, my God, do you think it can happen?”

“I know it can. I have faith in you.”

She shakes her head, tears swimming in her eyes. “I . . . I don’t know how to thank you. You’ve done so much for me. Thank you so much.” Roxy swallows, then wraps her arms around my neck.

She kisses me on the lips, and I pull her close. “You are more than welcome. Now blow their minds so I never have to see your ass around the office again.”

She grins, giving my ass a squeeze. “That’ll be one thing that’ll suck about getting a deal. I won’t be seeing your cute ass around the office either.”

“Nope,” I say, patting her ass back. “But you’ll get to see more of it.”

“Then they won’t know what fucking hit ‘em.”Roxy

“Your own dressing room?” Hannah asks in disbelief as we step inside. She looks