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

“Hey, beautiful,” he says, laughing a little harder. “You won’t believe the resume I just got for our front desk opening.”

“Oh, why’s that?” I ask, coming around his desk and reading the name at the top. “No fucking way.”

“Way,” Tony says, shaking his head. “Theodore Vandenburgh. Former general manager at The Grand Waterway Hotel. Apparently, he wants something more low-key as he gets ready for retirement.”

“Yeah, well, I wish him the best at finding work at the Honolulu Hilton,” I reply, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Hey, I have some news for you.”

“Oh?” Tony asks, turning in his desk chair to pull me into his lap. So far, we’ve broken two desk chairs, not that we mind. “Ideas for our anniversary?”

“I still like the idea of going camping up at the falls,” I tell him, smiling. “But . . . well, we might have Roxy and Jake coming in to visit.”

“Oh? Why?” Tony asks. “I mean, it’s always good to have her come visit, you know that. The rest of the family might have more money, but I swear we have the edge when it comes to living space.”

“I know,” I say, straddling his hips and doing everything I can to resist the urge to rip his shirt open and make love with him in his office right now. “But . . . well, I promised Roxy that I’d have her out here to stay in the main house if something happened.”

“What’s that?” Tony asks, and I lean in, kissing his lips tenderly. Tony’s hands wrap around me and start stroking up and down my back, just the way I like. I swallow my desire for a moment to deliver my news.

“When I became pregnant,” I whisper, and Tony stops immediately, staring into my eyes. “Congratulations, Daddy. We’re having a baby.”

Tony grins. “Then we’re gonna have to clear some bungalows, too. Because I want everyone here to celebrate. Even Cassie.”

“In the meantime,” I purr, rolling my hips against my husband’s rapidly hardening cock. “How about we do a little private celebrating?”

Tony’s hands come around to pull me tighter, and he hums happily. “I love that idea. Mahalo, my love.”

“Mahalo, my husband.”

Mr. Fixit By Lauren Landish

Cassie

“You sure about this?” Nathan asks me in his distinct Bronx accent as the muted sounds of the club preparing to open surround us. In the six months I’ve worked here at Club Jasmine, he’s been my boss, a mentor of sorts, and an ear to bend when I need it. He’s crude and he’s foul-mouthed, but he’s honest.

“I’m sure,” I reply, tugging at the collar on my work outfit. Tonight is supposed to be ‘upscale night’, which for the patrons means suits and dresses that hit at least the mid-thigh, and if you have a collar, you’d better be rocking a tie. For me and the rest of the staff, it means a tailored blouse that highlights what boobs I do have, although since it buttons up most of the way to my neck, I can get a little bit extra out of my Wonderbra. “It’s time for me to move on.”

Nathan sips his drink, a horrible neon blue concoction called a Little Mermaid that he can’t get enough of. To me, it smells too much like fake fruity wannabe tropical stuff, and I’ve had the real thing. There’s no substitution. “I can respect that,” he says after a moment. “We all knew this was just a temporary gig until you figured out what you wanted to do. I didn’t expect you to change your mind and make a career here.”

I laugh, nodding. “You’re right, but it was fun while it lasted.”

“We’re going to miss you around here. You’re popular with the customers. You’ve got a natural charm about you,” Nathan admits. He once asked me out for a drink after work, and while he’s an interesting fella, I don’t date my boss. I’m not going to hate on anyone who does, but it’s not how I want to make my way. Luckily, he took it well and it’s never been awkward, just totally cool since then. “So, what are you looking at doing?”

“Similar to what I was doing before, in real estate, but not some corporate setting. A more close-knit group that my friend, Hannah’s, husband set up. It’s his brother’s business.”

“Oliver? We’ve met. He’s a good man. I can respect that,” Nathan says. He stands up, offering me his hand. “Tell you what—you do me a favor tonight, and I’ll even give you a goodbye present, an extra week’s pay to get you moved and started.”

I raise an eyebrow. Nathan’s nice, but he’s about as tightfisted as Ebenezer Scrooge. “What’s that?”

“Roxy’s grandmother is coming in tonight,” Nathan says, and I have to both laugh and wince at the same time. Ivy Jo is . . . unique. “Yeah, well, she insists that she can see her great grandbabies and enjoy a night on the town too, and Jake don’t wanna listen to it no more. I can dig it. So, she’s coming in early bird.”

“How long, and what time?” I ask Nathan, who shrugs.

“Jake told me he’d try to get her out of here by nine, but last time she came in, she threatened to take her cane to my head if I pressured her toward the door one more time,” Nathan says defensively. “But Jake and Roxy both say she liked you. As Roxy’s getting ready for her set, and Jake’s at home playing proud papa, I figure you can make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble tonight?”

I laugh again, nodding. “I’ll make sure she doesn't get too out of control.”

Two hours later, Ivy Jo comes in, escorted by one of the security guys. “Miss White, Ivy Jo—”

“Oh hell no, that Nathan didn’t give me no chaperone, did he?” Ivy Jo protests, decked out in an outfit that . . .