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

His back is to me now, so all I see is his frame. He’s standing with another guy who’s smaller, but still built well. He’s wearing a tropical shirt and cargo shorts and he’s covered in sweat. I can see his back muscles through his shirt, and I find myself lowering my shades to get a good look. The sweat clings to his shirt and seems to define every ridge and nook down his back. My eyes fix on his ass, and I can’t help it, I gulp.

Despite myself, I bite my lower lip. Damn, he has buns that are begging for a little love bite. “You’re right. He’s a studmuffin, at least from what I see.”

“What did I tell you?” Cassie whispers. “His friend’s pretty cute too.”

“I can’t see his face but his backside is a sight,” I agree. “But I’m on a mission, and he’s not it.”

The hostess leads us to our table on an outer patio overlooking the ocean. As we sit down, I catch another glance of Studmuffin as he walks with his friend toward their bungalow. But the angle is bad again, so I can only see his back.

We go about our light lunch, my eyes still amazed at the sight of the ocean pounding the beach in front of us.

After we’re done, we head back into the lobby to retrieve our luggage, check in, and then make our way up to our room.

“You know, Cassie, you might be right,” I say as we get off the elevator. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be such a downer. If I lighten up a little, this trip might end up being amazing after all.”

Cassie grins, slapping me on my ass. “That’s the spirit!”

I smile at her as we walk down the hall and make it to our room. But my smile quickly fades when I swing the door open and step inside. The room is nice enough, the flooring made of red Spanish tile with white walls and a vaulted ceiling covered in a woven bamboo, adding a touch of natural coolness.

I like everything about it except for one problem.

“There’s just one Queen bed. There must be some mistake . . .” I mutter, shaking my head.

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” Cassie says, walking around and exploring the room before doing a little twirl. “Haven’t you ever had a sleepover before?”

I roll my eyes, heading over to the room’s phone. “Quiet, Cassie,” I growl as I dial the operator.

“Yes?” answers a woman’s voice.

I quickly tell her our problem. “Is this some sort of a mix-up? Our room only has one Queen bed, and we don’t even have a sofa!”

“One moment,” the woman says softly after asking for our room number, and I hear typing in the background. “I’m very sorry, Miss Fowler, but it appears that’s correct. You were booked a standard room. But if you would like to upgrade . . .”

“Never mind,” I say. “Thank you for your help.”

I hang up, grab my cell, and dial Myra, who picks up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“There’s one bed!”

“Excuse me?” Myra asks. “Hannah?”

I tell her about our room and how I’d be uncomfortable sharing a bed with Cassie. Meanwhile, Cassie seems unbothered, peering out the window with a sunny smile on her face.

“Hmm” Myra says. “I’ll see what I can do.”

I sigh with relief. “Thank you, Myra—”

I hear someone enter her office. I can hear talking in the background. “But you might have to make do for tonight,” she says quickly. “Gotta go!”

Click. I stare at my phone, not sure if I want to scream or throw my phone into the Pacific. A whole night in a bed with Cass? I might end up killing her by morning. And there’s no way I’m sleeping on the floor.

“What did she say?” Cassie says, appearing cheerful despite my irritation, but she’s cut off as my phone rings.

“What?” I snap, but not meaning to. If it’s Myra, maybe I’ll just lose my job earlier than expected.

“You turn into a crab already? Geez!” Roxy complains, chuckling. “I’m just calling to check to see if you landed safely and this is the kind of reception I get?”

I take a deep breath, blowing out a lock of hair from my face. It’s hot, and I look around for the air conditioner. “Sorry. I’m just a little annoyed.”

I tell her about my room situation, and Roxy whistles at the end, laughing. “Well, didn’t you say you wanted to be a lesbian? Now’s your chance!”

“Do you want to die sooner than you expected?” I growl. She’s supposed to be supporting me, not making things worse. “Because you are totally not helping.”

Roxy laughs. “What? You said it!” She’s being ridiculous, but I can’t help but smile. “Are you still playing this nun shtick and pretending you're gonna be celibate for the rest of your life? I thought you would have found a man you’d like to bone already. I fully expected to not get answered because you’d be in full-on Fowler Power mode.”

I smile again at the old joke. She Rox’d them, and I’ve got Fowler Power. “You’re damn right. Just call me Mother Mary. I ain’t giving up nothing.”

Roxy laughs. “Remember what I told you before you left about being sexually repressed? You’re going to leave there itching for a cum shower!”

“You know what? I think we’ve about exhausted all the possibilities of this conversation.”

“Don’t go chasing waterfalls,” Roxy sings with faux emotion, “please stick to the balls and dicks that you’re used to . . .”

I can’t help it, I snicker. “Okay, I’m hanging up now.”

“Chill, babe, I was just playing.”

“I would say you’re going to hell, but that would be a cruel thing for your baby.”

“No way,” Roxy protests in my ear. “I’m an angel, remember? Just ask my husband.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumble, feeling a little better. I walk over to my bag, pick it up, and take it over to the bed. I pull out the outfit that I want to