Baby Be Mine (Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1) (18 page)

Clarice felt a little yawn escape her lips
and lit up her cell phone to check the time, wondering why Max was
taking so long.. If he didn’t come in another minute, she would
phone him. That was when she realized she’d missed three calls from
Anton.

What could Anton want with her at this time
of night? The calls were lodged at about seven p.m. There was
another text message from Anton as well. She opened the message and
read:
Can I see you tonight?

Dear heaven, Anton wanted to see her. She
checked the time on her phone again. It was now past eleven p.m.
Should she call him back to apologize at this hour? He would be
asleep by now; if not, then he might be out sightseeing, like she
would if Max were to turn up of course.

Clarice’s subconscious mind heard a tiny
crack of a door opening, followed by muttering under breath inside
the room, but her thoughts were so consumed with Anton and the text
that she simply missed it. Then her phone buzzed again indicating
there was another message. This time it was from Max.
That
rascal,
she thought. Where had he been? Then she read the
message:
Hey, cuz. Cupid has brought you Anton. Get that
sperm.

“Max?” she whispered, when she felt strong
arms embrace her from behind, enveloping her within a muscular
body, and a soft whisper that almost made her knees go weak. “My
mysterious goddess. Were you waiting for me?”

***

Golly God, what the hell is wrong with
that waiter kid?
Hunter thought as he stumbled head first into
the room, only to mumble more curses under his breath when he
realized the room was completely shrouded in darkness.

Hunter fumbled around to find the light
switch on the wall, and that was when he saw her, the mysterious
woman who had asked him to come to this room. She was like a
mystical goddess of the night, out on the balcony, viewing the
late-night city below.

Shrouded in the beam of the moonlight, her
slender silhouette was displayed for his eyes to feast upon. By
golly, but she was so beautiful, so beautiful and so petite
standing there looking so serene it literally took his breath away.
But did she shrink in size? She looked awfully short compared to
when she was at the bar. But then again, she was sitting on the
barstool, so that must account for his lack of judgment. Then
again, he didn’t remember her being this beautiful at the bar
either. Maybe he did drink too much.

Hunter stalked closer, lured by the exotic
scene, a mixture of fresh pine scent and orange blossoms, his
footsteps absorbed by the soft carpet. She was so beautiful that he
didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until his arms were
wrapped around her.

“My mysterious goddess. Were you waiting for
me?” he whispered softly into her ears.

Dear heaven, it was Anton. Anton was here.
Anton was standing right here in the same room as she was. She just
couldn’t believe it. So Max had planned everything behind her back?
And then there was Anton. Was he a willing participant in Max’s
plan too, because he had texted her that he wanted to see her
tonight? Those two men, they were planning things behind her back
all along.

Did Anton like her? Was that why he’d agreed
to this charade with Max? But why was Anton hugging her from
behind. He’d even called her goddess.
Oh, it’s all that little
rascal’s fault.
She had to teach her dear cousin a lesson in
messing with people’s lives. For now though she needed to get out
of this predicament. But the more she struggled within his arms,
the tighter he held her.

“Is my little goddess pretending to struggle
to heighten our mood?” Hunter asked when he felt his mysterious
goddess struggle within his arms, his voice slurring a bit,
altering the resonance of his speech.

Why is Anton being like this?
Clarice
thought. No, she didn’t want to sleep with Anton just for the sake
of getting his sperm. She was planning for him to donate via
artificial insemination, not through live sex. She simply couldn’t
imagine herself sleeping with anyone if not for love.

Hunter’s pupils were a black whirlpool
beneath the moonlight, heated with nothing but desire for her. God,
she looked so beautiful. He couldn’t help himself, but pinned her
to the wall, imprisoning her within his arms and kissing her
hungrily.

Clarice could feel those lips crushing onto
hers, tasting her, pulling her into a trance then sucking out her
entire soul. Her knees felt weak and her heart felt like it was
about to explode.

This kiss, it felt so familiar. Suddenly, an
image of that Casanova kissing her on that fateful night of her
date with Darcy popped into her head. Those lips, the way he moved
around her, felt so similar it scared her. Wanting to erase that
image from her mind, she clung to Hunter’s neck tighter, draping
her body closer and sealing her lips once more to him, allowing him
to indulge in his carnal pleasures.

Where was this intense desire coming from?
Hunter never acted like a crazed animal before. He was always the
one in control of their game, the one who was always leading, but
for this particular goddess, his mysterious goddess, he was at a
loss. And it wasn’t just his behavior that was affected. It was
also his body’s responses to her. She was so beautiful and
enchanting that he found it hard to take each breath.

Finally, he pulled away, watching her under
the thin light of the moon. Her long, dark hair played with the
night breeze, some even flirting with his face, as if to caress his
cheeks, wanting to know how he would react to its teasing.

It was very hard to distinguish her features
in the darkness, but with the low beam of moonlight providing just
a thin sheath of light, he was able to see her delicate swan neck
and succulent pouty lips he had just ravished. He so wanted to see
his mysterious goddess again. The image of the blonde in the bar
somehow didn’t do justice to this beauty of a goddess in his arms
right now. Suddenly, standing before him in his mind’s eye he could
see Clarice, the avocado, staring at him with her large midnight
eyes molten with desire, mirroring his.

No! No! No! His heart thumped faster, as if
in a desperate race to cross the finish line. It couldn’t be. His
mysterious goddess was most definitely, definitely not the avocado.
She was the blond woman from the nightclub. It was her. She had
planned and coerced him to come here so they could play their game
together. It was just his mind conjuring up images of that avocado
because she had been the constant subject that had plagued his mind
since the last time they met.

Hunter gave himself a mental shake to dispel
the image of the avocado. He wanted to fill all his memories with
this mysterious goddess. He didn’t want to think about someone
else. Then he felt this sudden overpowering need to caress her
cheek, to prove to himself that she was the real thing, that his
mysterious goddess was going to be all his for tonight.

“This isn’t how I want it.” Clarice
struggled to maintain her speech after that intoxicating kiss, but
it was very difficult, as Hunter’s hug was crushing her. And then
it hit her. His scent. “You’ve been drinking.”

“Yes, I have.” Hunter spoke with so much
passion while one of his hands moved to caress that soft, supple
cheek that shone so beautifully in the moonlight. “I thought you
didn’t want me, so I drank a bit too much,” he confessed. Then like
a moth to a flame, so attracted to that swanlike neck of hers, he
parted a few strands of her hair that cascaded to her neck and
sealed his lips onto that pulsating beat, making his goddess suck
in her breath. She was so alluring, so captivating that he was
going insane.

“Do you want me too?” Clarice heard Hunter
ask, his lips so close they nipped at the tip of her ear, one of
her most sensitive spots. She could feel the pounding of her heart.
Thump, thump, thump.
She had to control herself.

So Anton wanted her. Why didn’t he say so in
the beginning? Was this her opportunity to ask him about his sperm?
It was now or never.

“But I do want you… well, your sp—” Clarice
was about to confess when Hunter cut her sentence short by
capturing her plump lips and indulging in his hunger for her once
again, drinking in her sweet nectar to sate his sweet craving. She
was intoxicating, all that sweetness, like a flower dripping with
syrup, and he was the bee.

“That’s all I need to hear,” Hunter
whispered huskily near her ear. And then he carried his mysterious
goddess like a bride to the bed. He promised himself he would make
it a night neither could ever forget.

CHAPTER 15

“I’m sorry for surprising you before.”
Hunter apologized while trailing small kisses down Clarice’s neck
as he laid her on the bedspread. “That damned waiter. He shoved me
in here. If only I knew you were waiting for me, I would have come
right away.”

Clarice kept her eyes closed, feeling this
overwhelming sensation inside her body that she couldn’t describe
as each touch of Hunter’s lips teased the skin of her neck. But
before she could work out what it was, she felt his body shift. She
opened her eyes and saw he was already on the floor, about to turn
on the light switch.

“No, don’t!” Clarice shouted, jumping off
the bed and winding her arms around his body, preventing him from
reaching his destination.

“But my goddess, it’s dark in here.” Hunter
smiled, loving the feel of his mysterious goddess wrapping her arms
around him. “You sure you don’t want me to turn on the light?”

“No!” Clarice gasped in panic, plastering
her cheek against his back, her heart thumping wildly. She wouldn’t
know what to do if Anton saw her now. What would he call her? An
easy woman? One who lured men into bed for the sake of sperm? No,
she couldn’t have that. This transaction, this thing that was
happening between them tonight must be kept anonymous, a secret,
until she was sure Anton liked her.

Hunter turned and embraced his woman,
holding her close. God, she was intoxicating, strange but so damn
adorable that it was driving him insane. No woman had ever filtered
into his thoughts before he took his pleasure. This woman was
different. He respected her wishes.

“Okay, we won’t turn on the light. We’ll
just do it in the dark. That way it’ll be more exciting.”

Hunter saw his goddess nod her head. God,
and now she had to be alluring too? There was no ending to this
woman’s gifts.

“Please do me a favour?” Clarice spoke
softly, interrupting Hunter’s thoughts.

Never in a million years could she ever have
imagined herself doing this, but here she was, going against her
morals, all for one single sperm. She tried to pull herself
together, but it was just too much. The need to be consumed was so
overpowering that she lost all ability to think rationally. But
wasn’t this what she wanted? It was only for one night. At least
she would know what it was like to feel love. Plus, she’d get her
sperm from Anton too. Killing two birds with one stone, wasn’t that
the philosophy she abided by?

Hunter chuckled and cupped her cheeks. “What
is it, my goddess? What do you want me to do?”

“I… I’d like to keep this transaction
between us anonymous. Can you do that for me?” Clarice uttered
nervously, using the best seductive voice she could muster.

Damn! How did she sound like that? It didn’t
sound anything like her normal voice at all. Blame it all on the
erotic romance novels she’d read lately.

“Transaction? Anonymous?” Hunter chuckled
even louder. In all his life, he had never met a girl who called a
one-night stand a transaction. “You mean our one-night stand? You
want to keep things between us mysterious?” God, he wanted to turn
on the light right now and see her face. His mysterious goddess
intrigued him more by the second.

One-night stand,
Clarice thought. Was
this arrangement a one-night stand?

She heard the man chuckle again. He had a
nice chuckle. It made her stomach do a little crazy dance. And then
he went in for another plunge, sucking her lips with no small
appetite. This was beyond passionate. This kiss put out so much
emotion that it made her moan.

“Okay, I promise we’ll keep this night
anonymous,” Hunter vowed, relishing in the moan from his mysterious
woman. It sounded a little like that avocado, and Clarice’s face
popped into his head.

No, get out! Don’t think about the avocado
tonight.

Hunter pushed Clarice’s image to the back of
his mind again.
Tonight, you are going to get laid and have the
time of your life.

But still, that voice from his mysterious
goddess definitely sounded different from when they were at the
bar. Probably it was the loud music that was affecting his hearing,
which was why in this quiet and intimate environment, she sounded
different.

Anyway, having his mysterious woman with him
right now was definitely better than brooding about that avocado.
And since she wanted to keep things between them anonymous, he was
only too willing to oblige.

If the liquor didn’t taint his ability to
think properly, Hunter would have thought his mysterious woman was
trying to seduce him, now standing on tiptoe to wrap her cute arms
around his neck and whispering soft words into his ears, which when
the message was relayed put a huge grin on his face and his eyes
sparkled with heated desire. Guess she did want to play the
mysterious girl and go along with their plan all along.

“Come to bed.” Hunter heard her speak.

Come to bed?
Clarice shivered
mentally. Where did she learn to spout out that line? She sounded
like a dutiful wife awaiting her husband after he’d been away for a
long day of hard work.