Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(102)

“Oh, I thought you were… Owwww,” Hunter howled when Clarice stamped on his foot to shut him up.

“Hunter, what’s wrong?” Fern and Caroline asked at the same time.

“Mosquitoes,” Hunter muttered under his breath, glaring at Clarice.

“Yes. They must be swarming.” Clarice forced a smile, agreeing with Hunter as she eyed him threateningly.

Hunter just nodded his head, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. Oh, he would gladly return the favour. When his foot was about to land on hers, his eyes caught sight of Winton trotting their way.

Like a dog being pulled by a leash, Winton jogged to their table and only came to a complete standstill when he reached Clarice’s side, gawking at her like she was a piece of sweet candy.

“I want black licorice. I choose black licorice. I don’t want strawberry or banana. I chose black licorice,” Winton said by way of announcing himself.

“Winton, what are you doing here?” Anton asked his subordinate, who was still lost in his dreamland.

“Black licorice. Winton wants black licorice.”

“Winton!” Anton shouted at his subordinate again.

“Wh-what?” Winton came back to reality. “Ah, boss. Sorry. What did you say?” he asked, but his eyes were still fixed on this exotic beauty. There was no need for a confused decision anymore. He’d made up his mind. He wanted that black licorice there, sitting next to Master Hunter.

“Winton!” Anton shouted again.

“What?” Winton shouted back. Ah, blue blazes, did he just shout at his boss?

Winton turned around to see Anton glaring at him.

“What are you doing here?” Anton shouted.

“You didn’t turn up at the meeting so I thought you might be in the restaurant since it’s lunchtime,” Winton said to Anton, but his eyes and body were automatically turned towards Clarice. “Can I have my lunch here too?” he asked.

“No, we don’t have room for one more per—”

“Thanks, boss,” Winton said, shuffling Anton to the middle seat so he could take his place sitting right in front of his favourite black licorice.

All Hunter could do at this point was stare wide-eyed at Winton. How dare Winton treat his avocado like this? Winton needed a lesson in who belongs to whom.

“Winton… I—” Hunter began.

“I’m Winton,” Winton said, stretching over the table so he could shake hands with Clarice.

Winton felt all giddy inside. He wanted to feel that soft hand within his grasp so he could embed the feel of her skin into his memory forever.

“Clarice.” Clarice smiled at Winton. “Very nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all minnnnneee—ooooohhh.” Winton howled when he felt someone step on his foot.

“Oh, must be those mosquitoes again,” Hunter said, pretending to act all innocent. “Very annoying. Just be careful. It might bite you too, Anton,” he said, turning to his cousin, who hadn’t a clue as to what was going on.

“Mosquitoes?” Winton said, jumping up out of his chair. “I don’t like mosquitoes. They suck blood. The doctor said I have sweet blood. I can’t afford for those mosquitoes to drink my blood.”

“That’s right, Winton. Mosquitoes love sweet blood. What are you going to do now that it has a taste of you already? I think it’s best if you go back insiiiiiddeeeeeee…” Hunter howled again when he felt Clarice stamping on his foot. But he ignored the pain and said through gritted teeth, his eyes sending a death glare to Clarice, “This way you won’t attract more.”