Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(100)

CHAPTER 23





Lips! Those kissable lips, dripping with honey on one corner, so sweet and so succulent. That little quirk at the corner, curving into a smile, a smile that would lighten up a dark room or brighten up a dull day.

Oh how she just wanted to lean forward and… and…

“Yooo, Avocado! What are you staring at? Want a bite of my pastry?”

“Ah?” Clarice was jolted awake, gazing around once more.

Oh, right. They were in a restaurant outside, having lunch. And “they” referred to Anton, Fern, Caroline, Hunter, and herself.

After their surprise meeting at the elevator, Anton had asked Hunter to hand Clarice over to him, which in turn made her fall due to her weak status, which made Hunter burst out that she must be hungry. All five of them sat wedged together in a booth, like a can of sardines, staring at each other as if they were strangers in a jail cell.

But what made the whole situation worse was Clarice spacing out, sitting there staring at those lips that were busy munching on that pastry. Yes, those lips she wanted to touch with her own, those lips that didn’t belong to Anton, but to that Casanova Hunter.

What was wrong with her? Had her hormones gone haywire, wanting things so out of her reach?

Not really. Hunter wasn’t out of her reach, but it wasn’t sensible, not sensible at all. Kissing Hunter would be scandalous. Here she had slept with Anton, the man sitting right in front of her, but now she was lusting after Hunter, which she’d just found to be Anton’s cousin and one of the Silverton’s. So that must mean he was one of the heirs to Silverton Enterprises too.

Oh, Clarice, get real, she told herself, silently whacking some sense into her brain. What in the world was she thinking?

“Hunter, who are you calling an avocado?” Anton asked, eyeing him sharply while cutting up his lasagna.

“This woman here,” Hunter said playfully, indicating Clarice, edging himself closer to her.

“Avocado?” Fern said, cocking her head to one side as if to see why Hunter would name this exotic beauty Avocado. After a moment of studying Clarice’s face, she smiled, which caused Anton to almost have a heart attack. He quickly turned back to his lasagna and shoved more into his already full mouth.

That’s it, Fern thought. She now understood why Hunter would name this beautiful porcelain doll with jet-black hair an Avocado. “You are very beautiful,” Fern said, smiling at Clarice, taking both of her hands within hers. “Only a beautiful creature like you should be called an avocado by Hunter.”

Hunter gave out a hacking cough, his drink having entered the wrong pipe, when he heard his friend say this. And if that weren't enough, he even managed to make a fool of himself by spilling his entire drink on the wooden table too.

Caroline, who was sitting on his other side, immediately came to his rescue, wiping his mouth with a napkin, hoping to gain some brownie points in his eyes, while the others were in a haste to clean up the table.

“Hunter?” Fern asked once the table was clean again. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Hunter said. But obviously he wasn’t. He was red in the face.

Good God! Beautiful? How did his friend deduce that from the name Avocado? He didn’t know how an avocado could be beautiful. And what was Caroline doing wiping his mouth for him? He wasn’t a goddamn baby. So he pushed her hands away from his face, slightly annoyed with her interference. He didn’t need anyone to look after him. He was capable of looking after himself. Although, he wouldn’t mind if someone else, who was sitting on his other side, were to wipe his mouth for him. Subconsciously, he turned to his other side and saw Clarice looking lost.