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

my question, grinning widely. “So, you guys enjoy the flight over? If you’d checked, your flight went right over the property.”

“Yeah, it was easy,” I say, and Caleb nods.

Wesley clasps his hands behind his back and gives us a look. “And the property? Beautiful place, isn’t it?”

“It’s a sight to behold. Love the self-sufficiency of it,” I say, relaxing a little and adding in some praise that I think would speak to Mobber. Despite a little awkwardness, he doesn’t seem too eccentric, maybe just a little weird. I don’t know what the previous prospective buyers were talking about and wonder if Oli’s info is messed up. Then again, most people don’t keep a damn parrot on their shoulder.

“Who is this?” I ask, nodding at the bird perched on his shoulder.

“Hmm?” Wesley asks. He sees my look and chuckles. “Oh, this is High Chief Moani Momilani, or just Mo Mo for short,” he says. “My lovable parrot, been with me twenty years. I take her with me almost everywhere I go.” He looks at the bird on his shoulder. “Mo Mo, can you say hello?”

I swear the bird squawks, “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on!”

Wesley chuckles, slightly embarrassed. “Um, she sometimes repeats the last bad thing she hears. My wife and I had an argument this morning . . . and Mo Mo thinks Alani speaks the gospel.”

Caleb and I laugh. “Girl power crosses species lines, I see.”

“Exactly. So, Tony . . . when was the last time you masturbated?” Wesley asks.

Caleb and I exchange identical looks. What the everloving fuck?

I struggle to answer. What the fuck do you say to that? “Uh, well . . .”

“It’s all about virility,” Wesley explains, looking as if he wants to take my balls out and inspect them for good measure. “I want to make sure you’re young and healthy. You don’t happen to know your sperm count, do you?”

I shake my head. Okay, change of diagnosis. This dude is fucking certifiable.

Still, I’m here to close a deal. “I take care of myself,” I manage to say. I’m glad I don’t have that drink in my hand. I might have spat it out by now. Meanwhile, Caleb’s trying not to laugh his ass off while I try to formulate answers.

“No offense, Mr. Mobber, but we are here about business,” I say, changing the subject before he asks me to pull it out and give him a demonstration. “Your property is uniquely beautiful. I understand you chose my family to be the one to purchase it. I’d love to have the opportunity to discuss what you see your estate as and what we’d like to do with the land if you do agree to sell it to us. My brother and I had a few ideas that I’d be more than happy to explain . . .”

Wesley shakes his head, clucking his tongue repeatedly. “I’m sorry, but we can’t talk about that until our other guest arrives.”

I frown. I didn’t know anyone else would be a part of the meeting. I don’t think Oliver did either. This isn’t the sort of thing that he’d overlook telling me. “Uh, what guest?”

Before Wesley can answer, the door springs open and my breath catches in my throat as I see the beautiful face looking at me.

“What is going on here?” gasps a voice I haven’t heard in over a year, but it sounds like honey in my ear.

There, standing in the doorway, are Hannah and a small brunette at her side with Alani standing behind them. Even after all this time, she looks demure but sexy as fuck in her flower printed blouse, her skirt showing legs that go on for days. Just like on the night of Roxy’s wedding, her big luminous eyes seem to call to me with their softness.

Wesley chuckles at our shocked faces, and I can hear his grin in his voice. “Those guests.”Hannah

“What the hell is going on here?” I demand in disbelief, my heart hammering in my chest. Both Anthony and his friend look shocked, so at least this is a surprise for them too.

Wesley Mobber, who has a strange half braid, half dreadlocked rat’s nest for hair and a bird perched on his shoulder, looks amused.

It’s been a year. One very long year. And Tony looks just as good as he did the night I first met him.

“Hannah!” Wesley says cheerfully, waving us over. “Come in!” He claps his hands as he sees Cassie. “How fortunate, never a coincidence is there? The fates deemed you to bring a friend too, so everything will be fair, both teams in balance. I’m Wesley. So very pleased to meet you.” Wesley looks back and forth between Tony and his friend, then back to me and Cassie. “Yes, this is perfect, truly divine.”

My mind whirls. I haven’t felt like this since that night Roxy took me to Club Jasmine. I downed enough Little Mermaids that I’m surprised I wasn’t singing Under the Sea by the end of the night.

Tony recovers from his momentary shock, clenching his jaw and scowling at Wesley in barely disguised anger. When he turns away, I get a good look at his ass, and I can’t help it, I bite my lip.

That looks like the same ass on that guy in the lobby.

“What is going on, Wesley?” Tony demands.

“My wife, Alani, was a gracious hostess, I hope,” Wesley says, ignoring Tony for a moment and smiling at his wife.

“Of course,” I say as I try to quickly regain my composure, “but wait a minute—why are they here?” I might be able to speak clearly, but that’s about it. I’ve got a thousand questions running through my mind right now. “I thought this was supposed to be just us.”

Wesley chuckles. “Your handlers didn’t tell you?” He looks at Tony, who bristles at the word ‘handlers’. I don’t like it either. I’m a woman, not a pet. “Either of you?”

We all shake our heads, and Wesley’s grin widens. “Well, your