Irresistible Bachelors: Books 1-5 Landish, Lauren (top 10 most read books in the world txt) 📖

the issue, Roxy walks up, sliding over to find her seat next to me. “Hey, you two lovebirds, I wanted to know if y’all will come to Trixie's with me tonight? I’m gonna be singing and it will be fun to have a few drinks. Just a little non-wedding fun, ya know?”

“It’s up to Mindy,” Oliver says diplomatically, giving me a look. He wants to, I can tell, although I’m not sure why.

I don’t know. I’d love to hear Roxy sing, but what would being out with Oliver outside the fantasy be like? Going with him to Trixie’s isn’t part of the wedding charade.

“Come on, Mindy, it will be our last night of fun together. What can it hurt?” Roxy asks. “Be a big sis.”

“All right,” I agree, worried.

* * *

The bass of the music is bumping as we walk up to the club doors. The line’s long, but as soon as the bouncer sees us with Roxy, he waves us through no problem at all. “Hey, Roxy Rox.”

“Thanks, Enrique,” Roxy says, giving me and Oliver a wink. We go inside, and I have to say, Trixie’s is a nice place. The lights are dim, so I can’t tell too much about the decorations, but there’s lots of mellow blue under-lighting that gives the tiles on the floor a shiny tint. There are flashing lights and lasers, but they’re restricted to the stage area in the back of the room and dance floor. It’s about three-quarters filled right now, a couple of gay couples but mostly pairs of men and women dancing, grinding on each other as the house DJ spins some sexy club tunes. “So what do you all think?”

I nod, looking at Roxy, who’s dressed in a sparkling red halter dress that makes her look cute and sexy. She’s totally ready to perform. Oliver is easily the hottest man in here in his fitted black jeans, gray t-shirt, and blazer. I feel sexy myself, dressed in a tight black dress that Roxy said made me look hot.

A guy with blonde hair and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen approaches us. He’s a handsome guy, about six feet tall. He’s dressed in some dark pants and a dark vest over top of his skintight white shirt, but he’s clearly not interested in women. Not with the way his eyes crawl over Oliver before he turns his attention to Roxy.

“Hey, Roxy-girl!” he says with a totally put-on lisp, pulling her in for a hug and air-kissing noisily around her face. “You singing tonight?”

“You bet your ass I am. Hey, Brad,” she says, gesturing at us both, “this is my sister, Mindy, and her fiancé, Oliver.”

“Oh, my gawd!” he says, bringing his hands to his lips, his eyes passing over me and going wide as he takes in Oliver again. “Have I met you before?”

Oliver chuckles, shaking his head no. “Not that I know of.”

“Honey, you look like Brad Pitt, with a mix of Chris Pratt and a little bit of Henry Cavill with a side of whip cream and a cherry on top.”

We all three laugh, even Oliver, who looks surprisingly relaxed after just being hit on by a man. He just takes it in stride. “Well, Mindy seems to like me.”

Brad looks at me, nodding in approval. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you . . . I think,” I say with a laugh. “So, how long have you known Roxy?”

Right then, the music changes and Freekaleek comes on, Petey Pablo’s classic earning a cheer throughout the club.

“Oh, hell-o, bitch, this is my song!” Brad yells, bobbing his head and raising his hand while moving his body like an eel. “Sorry. Gotta go!”

He grabs the nearest guy and moves into the crowd and starts twerking. He’s dropping it low to the floor and jumping back up again with surprising quickness for a man his size.

“Yaaas, bitch! You better work it!” Roxy yells. “Shake dat ass, bitch!”

Looking at him, I can't help but laugh. “This place is fun.”

Roxy smiles, turning her attention back to Oliver and me. “See? I told you. You guys needed to get out. You’ve been cooped up with us crazy people for five days. It’s just not healthy. You needed some relaxing fun.”

“Thanks, Roxy,” Oliver says, grinning. “Been a long time since I’ve been in a place like this.”

“Come on, I have a table reserved,” Roxy says. We go over and sit down, and the music cranks up another notch, making it hard to be heard.

“So when do you go on?” Oliver yells, and Roxy checks her watch.

“About thirty minutes!” she yells back. “You gonna dance?” she asks me.

“Dance?” I ask, shocked. “You’ve seen me dance!”

“Yeah, but Oli here hasn’t!” Roxy teases. “He hasn’t seen your Spaz Special yet!”

“I bet she’s a great dancer!” Oliver retorts. “I know she can move!”

“Yeah, well, let me see you two tear up the floor,” Roxy says. She checks her watch again, shaking her head. “Okay, I’ve got to prepare. Y’all have fun.”

She slides out of her chair, gives me a kiss on the cheek, and leaves. My eyes are immediately drawn to Oliver, who’s looking back at me with intensity in his eyes. “Well, let’s get some drinks.”

The music quiets down for a moment, and he calls a waitress over. “Grey Goose martini for me, and Mindy . . .?”

“Stoli and soda,” I order. “Twist of lemon?”

The drinks come quickly, and Freekaleek is still playing when I take my first sip. Off in the crowd, I still see Brad getting his groove on. Filled with excitement, the bass of the music is pumping my blood, and I throw back the rest of my drink quickly, deciding to run with it.

“Can you dance?” I ask Oliver suddenly. “I might be bad, but I’m not as bad as Roxy makes it sound.”

I think he’s gonna tell me no, but then a grin comes on his face. “I might have a few moves.”

“Wanna go?” I ask.

He climbs to his feet and my heart soars. “Sure,