Baby Be Mine (Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1) (17 page)

Truth be told, they’d only met four times,
so Hunter shouldn’t have any lingering feelings for her. All he
knew was her name and her occupation. He took out her business card
from his wallet and looked at her name again.

“Clarice Chantee Mason, Periodontist, Happy
Smile Dentistry.” He read it, then glanced over at the picture he
took of her on his iPhone. She looked ridiculously cute, despite
being surprised. Her face looked like she had just sucked a lemon.
It was hilarious and it made him laugh aloud. His first real laugh
since he’d gotten to Queenstown.

Mmm, maybe he should pay her a visit at her
clinic when he got back to Auckland. Not that he had any dental or
gum problems, though. His teeth were in perfect health. He just
wanted to ruffle her feathers again, he supposed. It was mighty fun
teasing her.

Mighty fun teasing her? What the hell was he
thinking? Hunter shook his head. It didn’t seem right to think
about that avocado now. She was too old by his standards. He never
dated older women. He didn’t like to be called a boy toy by anyone.
After all, his reputation as the hottest bachelor and Casanova was
very hard to maintain, so he wouldn’t want to taint his reputation
that easily by being seen out and about with her.

All that thinking about the avocado was
making his throat parched, so he gestured for the bartender to come
over.

“Another beer, Mr. Silverton?” the same
bartender asked, smiling.

“You read my mind, mate,” he bawled.

As he was about to down his beer, a soft
whisper entered his ear. Hunter glanced to his side.

“Hello, you. What’s a hot hunk like you
doing here all alone?”

Turning around, Hunter plastered on a huge
grin. At last, a babe. And a hot one too.

All thoughts of the avocado were pushed to
the back of his mind as he took in the sight of the hot blonde
sitting before him, exuding her sexual allure. She sat there sexily
with her long slender legs crossed, revealing a large amount of
bare skin, and her blouse unbuttoned dangerously low.

Cough!

Hunter nearly choked. The top was almost
see-through, a white creamy color, displaying her lacey bra
underneath that he guessed would have to be a D-cup to support
those voluptuous breasts.

Thank the Lord!.

“Yeah, I’m alone.” Hunter acted all poised
again. “For now. Can I buy you a drink?”

The woman nodded. “Make it a Cosmopolitan,”
she said, and her voice, God, it oozed sex.

Hunter was so excited. Really, really
excited. He tapped for attendance again.

“Put it on the tab again, sir?” the
bartender asked.

“Yep.” He spoke without looking at the man,
his eyes still on the beauty before him.

When their drinks arrived, they both
cheered.

“Your name, sweetheart?” he probed.

“Mystery.”

“You want to keep it a secret?” Hunter
asked, intrigued.

Everything about her was perfect—perfect
legs, perfect face, perfect lips. And her breasts, those breasts
were like watermelons, thrust forward for his viewing, tempting him
to taste their delicious sweetness. But looking at her body, he
wasn’t so pleased. A little too thin for his liking. He liked his
women with a little meat. But what the hell! He was desperate to
have a good time, so anything would do right now.

“I don’t know you yet,” she spoke softly,
eyeing him seductively through long, shaded lashes, her fingers
automatically moving to trace the outline of his collar. “I’m not
in the habit of telling my name to strangers.” By this time, her
fingers were playing along his jawline, tracing over his short
stubble.

“I get a feeling we might not be strangers
long,” he huskily whispered in her ear, eyeing her lustfully,
sending out sexual signals.

“You think?” she cheekily asked.

“I don’t think,” he stated. “I know,
sweetheart.”

The mysterious woman laughed and then they
started chatting like she was his long-lost lover. They had a lot
of fun chatting, and just when he was about to make his move on
her, she excused herself.

Damn!
Looked like he wasn’t going to
get any hot babe to warm his bed tonight.

***

“Are you looking for Mr. Silverton?” the
Korean waiter asked Max.

“Yep, hyung.” He used the honorific
hyung
as a form of saying older brother in Korean to get in
the waiter’s good graces. “Where is he? I was told he would be here
tonight.”

“He’s right over there.” The waiter pointed
to the man sitting alone at the bar, drinking Speight’s. “What’s
with everyone? Why is everyone looking for Mr. Silverton? A minute
ago I was told to deliver a note to Mr. Silverton by this
blond-haired lady,” the waiter grumbled. “And I have so much work
to do right now.”

“Did you deliver it yet?” Max asked as a
plan formulated in his head.

“No, not yet. I’m about to do it right
now.”

“Jackpot!” Max shouted.

“Jackpot?” the waiter asked.

“Don’t worry, hyung, about the jackpot, I
mean. About the message, though, I’ll take care of it for you
instead, okay?” Max asked, hoping he could deliver the message to
Hunter, whom he thought was Anton.

“You sure?” he asked, unsure whether it
would be wise to let a young kid who wasn’t even legal remain in
this bar. If the law ever found out, he would be hung for sure.
Plus, the kid didn’t even work here. Just because he knew the big
boss who owned Torque… Guess if he didn’t speak a word about this
episode, then no one would be the wiser.

“Sure, hyung,” Max said. “You said so
yourself. You’ve got lots of work to do, so I’ll sort it out for
you, okay?”

“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t do any harm.
Thanks. Please pass the message to Mr. Silverton, then.” Then the
waiter left the note in Max’s care.

“No problem, hyung,” Max said, smiling in
triumph. “Mission one complete. Mission two is now underway.” He
then made his way to Hunter, reading the note on his way.

Meet me in room 46 at Night Love Hotel in 10
minutes.

Your Mysterious Lady,

Tiara.

“Tiara,” Max said once he finished reading
the note. “Sorry, but you have to wait for another opportunity.
Tonight, Mr. Silverton needs to donate sperm for someone in need.”
Then he crunched up the note and shoved it into his jeans pocket
and straightened his white pressed shirt and black bowtie that he
borrowed from the boss of Torque, his friend’s father.

Taking his plan into action, he strode as if
he were one of the waiters towards the so-called Mr. Anton
Silverton.

“Sir,” Max said, bowing once he approached
Hunter. Should he bow? He never waited before so he didn’t
know.

“That’s me,” Hunter said, swinging around to
face the waiter. After a few pints of Speight’s, he was starting to
feel fuzzy, but he maintained his alcohol toxicity well. But the
waiter looked exceptionally young tonight.

“I was told by a lady to give you this,” Max
said, handing his own note to Hunter.

“A lady?” Hunter perked up like a dying
flower after it is watered. He unfolded the paper and started
reading, a smile appearing on his face.

Th
a
nk you, Lord. I thought you’d
forgotten about me. It must be that mysterious woman from
before.

Hunter scrunched up the folded paper and
shoved it into his pocket. When he remembered Max’s presence, he
looked up again, wondering why the kid didn’t leave.

At this point, Max was rubbing his fingers
and thumb together, a gesture that indicated a tip would be nice.
There was no way Max was going without a tip. He needed something
as incentive for doing this for Clarice.

“A tip?” Hunter asked with one quirk of an
eyebrow. This kid sure reminded him of himself at that age, always
asking for handouts from his dad.

“You read my mind, sir.” Max smiled
cheekily.

He even speaks like me,
Hunter
mused.

“Sure, sure,” Hunter said, handing him a
twenty since he felt quite generous tonight.

“If you don’t mind, sir,” Max spoke. “I was
asked to escort you to her suite.”

“Really?” Hunter asked in amazement. “She’s
that eager?”

“You could say that,” Max said, smiling,
hiding his snarky smirk.

“All right, then,” Hunter said, dusting
himself off as he stood. “Never delay a lady if she requests you, I
say. Lead the way, boy.”

“This way, sir,” Max said, leading him out
of the bar and into the hotel next door.

“We’re going into Night Love Hotel?” Hunter
asked in interest. All the surprises were really rallying him up,
and he couldn’t wait to just jump at her when he got in. His nerves
were like a bowstring now. He never acted like this before. This
really surprised him.

“So you work in the bar?” Hunter asked,
trying to string together some sort of conversation, hoping to calm
his nerves. “You sure look really young.”

“I’m over eighteen,” Max lied, a little
irritated.

“You’re really small.” Hunter further
prodded the already bruised boy.

Max wanted to punch Hunter at that moment.
He was very sensitive about his height. He was sure his growth
spurt hadn’t been activated yet, but hopefully soon this bro
wouldn’t dwarf him anymore.

“All right, here we are,” Max said, stopping
in front of a door. And to compensate for making him angry about
his height, Max literally shoved Hunter into the room as his form
of revenge. Poor Hunter was caught so unaware that he simply
stumbled head first, unprepared into the darkness. Then Max closed
the door behind him and locked it from the outside.

“Job well done,” Max said, dusting his hands
in victory. Then he texted his cousin.
Hey, cuz. Cupid has
brought you Anton. Get that sperm.

CHAPTER 14

Where is he?
Clarice wondered about
Max, standing alone on the balcony of the Night Love Hotel room,
with only the moonlight to light the darkened room. Max had told
her specifically to wait in his friend’s bedroom with the lights
off for a few minutes while he and his Korean friends went to get
some midnight snacks, promising her they would then all go to the
Gondola together to view the beauty of Queenstown at night from the
high mountain above.

But why must she turn off the lights? He
said she should take this time to view the immaculate beauty of the
city during the dark. And it was true. Here on the sixth floor, the
view of Queenstown was so enchanting it literally took her breath
away.

Queenstown was a little town in Central
Otago of the South Island of New Zealand. The town lay embraced by
many majestic mountains, shrouded with forests from all sides, most
of it pine trees. Then nestling right in the middle of their arms
was their very own exotic jewel, Lake Wakatipu, a fresh, crystal
clear lake where one could see the freshwater fish swimming around,
if one were to look close enough.

These forests hid their most prized jewel,
their lake, as if waiting and teasing for the world to find it. And
the world did find their precious jewel, as hundreds of thousands
of tourists from around the world flocked to this little town each
year, just to feast their eyes on their exotic lake and the serene
beauty that seemed to enchant the eyes, be it in summer when the
flowers all bloomed to their full beauty like a maiden ready for
her lover to come and pluck her, winter when the whole town
transformed into a winter wonderland, including the peaks of the
mountains with a casting of white icing sugar, spring when the buds
of plants called out to the bees to collect their nectar, or autumn
with the golden-yellow leaves carpeting the entire floor, making
the whole town look like the land of gold glitter in the autumn
sun.

Their prime season, though, would be winter
when the snowflakes were still fresh atop the peaks of the many
mountains that entertained the tourists with their many extreme
sports like skiing on these, buggy jumping, and skydiving.

The strong wind sent a little chill up her
spine, but she didn’t want to go back inside the room yet. This
town was too enchanting to let go. She wanted to marvel over it a
bit longer.

Perching herself on the edge of the railing,
she saw the many tourists milling around Torque, the high-class
nightclub next door. They reminded her of tiny ants waiting in line
to deposit the food they found during their search.

In the faint distance, she could hear the
disco music floating up to her level and the sounds of people
laughing. They seemed to have so much fun, unlike her with her
uncooked soup of dilemmas, what with being thirty and wanting a
baby, but more specifically, wanting Anton’s sperm.

Someday she knew she would have her baby…
and that sperm. Yes, she made it her mission when she got back to
Auckland to get that sperm. Maybe ask for him to sell it to her.
She had enough funds. If that didn’t work out, she could always go
back to the fertility clinic and ask for a consultation again. So
there. She didn’t have to be down. Like Max said:
Always be
positive.
This was Queenstown after all, the land of freedom,
of inspiration, and of revitalization. She was alive, she was
breathing, and that’s all that mattered. Anything else could be
dealt with tomorrow. Tonight, no more baby thoughts. Tonight they
would be going to the Gondola.

Yes, the Gondola. She couldn’t wait to see
the full town from above. She had been up there once, but it was
during the day. So to view the sight at night would be a different
story. She’d been told by others that the small tourist town of
Queenstown looked like little wee fireflies lighting up at night,
creating a spectacular view due to the nightlife. Yes, she was
happy once more as she breathed in the fresh pine scent around her.
She loved it. She loved this scent. She loved her life.