Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(124)

Watching the pair dance only made his blood boil even more. Hunter grabbed a champagne off one of the trays and downed it in one go, feeling the sting of the liquid burn his throat, but man, he didn’t give a damn about his throat at the moment.

“Don’t you think dancing is a very intimate art, Hunter?” Fern asked sadly as she watched the one man she’d been thinking about constantly since she arrived in New Zealand, that brown-haired man she realized always made her heart jump whenever he was around, now dancing so intimately with Clarice.

Hunter gripped the empty glass so tight his knuckles turned white. If he applied a little more pressure surely the glass would shatter into millions of tiny crystals. And hearing Fern say this only made his nostrils flare even more. If he were a dragon, he would have breathed fire and burned down the whole damn hotel by now.

“What do you mean intimate, Fern?” Hunter asked bitterly, his eyes glued to the dancing couple as they swayed and laughed like lovers.

“Fern means one can easily talk to one another without letting other people know what they’re discussing.”

Hunter jerked his eyes to his friend then, his breathing rough.

“You mean to say they could say anything in the throng of people and no one would know?” Hunter asked for confirmation.

“Yes,” Fern said, still eyeing Anton laughing with Clarice.

“Even a confession?” Hunter asked in fright, as he could feel his goal crumpling down on him.

“Even a confession,” Fern said absentmindedly.

Hunter snapped. “Come on, Fern. Let’s dance.”

“Wh-what?” Fern was so startled when Hunter dragged her onto the dance floor, standing so close to the other couple, it made her heart jump again.

“Hunter, what are you planning?” Fern whispered close to his ear.

“I need your help.”

“Hunter needs Fern’s help?” Fern asked, her interest piqued now.

“Mmm.” Hunter nodded. Then he whispered something into Fern’s ear, which made her eyes light up. Fern looked at Clarice, gave her a smile, and nodded to Hunter.

Fern was only too willing to oblige as she laid her hands on top of Hunter’s shoulders and they both proceeded with their dance, swaying to the sound of Michael Bublé’s song.

So Hunter was trying to make Clarice jealous, was he? Fern knew Hunter liked Clarice, but she didn’t know it went to this extent. Oh, she was glad to be of help. In fact, Fern also wanted to make Anton jealous. So she hoped by dancing with Hunter, Anton would take notice.

Hunter’s plan was to make Clarice jealous, but he also wanted to hear and survey the dancing couple at a closer quarter too. If Clarice planned to confess to Anton, he would make it his mission to annoy the heck out of them, hence preventing Clarice’s admission.

When he saw Clarice drawing her face towards Anton, Hunter took action. Once or twice, he would intentionally bump into them just to disrupt the dancing pair and to annoy the living hell out of Clarice, as if to inform her, Look, you’re not the only one with a dancing partner. But Hunter’s mission only backfired threefold and Hunter gritted his teeth harder, almost breaking his enamel, when he saw Clarice laughing at what his goddamn cousin was saying, his action having no effect whatsoever on them.

Hunter couldn’t take it. She was already pregnant, so how dare she treat other men like that, especially his cousin? He was furious, literally pissed off with the whole situation, and he was about to storm away, throwing his usual tantrum like most rich heirs would, but then another idea emerged inside his mind and he took action.