Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(126)

Clarice glanced up at Hunter and into his glittering pupils, smiling at her. Clarice didn’t feel happy, nor did she feel like smiling back. In fact, she felt moody. She wanted to get out of this situation. What with being held captive like this on the dance floor while tossing and turning to the sound of the music; it just wasn’t right for her body or her peace of mind.

“What are you doing?” Clarice whispered in panic when she felt Hunter’s fingers exploring her back. One tap, two taps, drumming on her backside like a horse galloping on a sunny day along the prairie, then those fingers making small circular motions, which caused tingling sensations to run up her spine. This wasn’t good. Not good at all. Her breath hitched and butterflies swarmed in her stomach. “Stop Hunter! Stop!” she whispered.

“What was that? I can’t hear you,” Hunter replied. His voice wasn’t helping her either, so husky and seductive.

“I said stop what you’re doing right now.” She spoke under her breath.

“You want me to stop dancing? But Bublé is still singing. It would look bad to walk off the dance floor like this.”

“Arrggh, that’s not what I meant,” she said, frustrated. She could hear him just fine. How come he couldn’t hear her? So in resolution, she went to capture his neck and pulled him closer until his ear was just an inch from her mouth, and then she whispered, “Please stop making those shapes on my back. It’s uncomfortable.”

“Oh,” Hunter whispered, happy they were so close they could almost be melded as one.

While they were whispering back and forth to each other, Clinton Silverton was eyeing his son and taking note of the little beauty who had caught his attention. He turned to Winton. “Who’s that young lass?”

“Oh, that’s Miss Clarice Mason, the periodontist Master Anton asked to present her case on implants to our elderly clients here tomorrow.”

“Oh. So she’s a beauty and a brain,” Clinton said as he continued to watch as the little drama in front of him unfolded. “Take note, Winton. If my son shows any interest in that lass, I want a full investigation of her background.”

“Yes, sir,” Winton said.

“Good,” Clinton said and then turned back to his son with a fat grin on his face. Could this young lass be the one that could change his son’s way of life? He hoped so.

“Will you stop it? I said I’m uncomfortable. How many times do I have to tell you? And when will the song finish? I want to go back to my seat,” Clarice grumbled to herself when Hunter wouldn’t stop making the small circular shapes on her back.

“Missing Anton already?” Hunter asked playfully, his eyes twinkling as he watched his avocado making that sour face.

“Yes. At least he’s a better dancer than you,” she retorted.

“You…” Hunter couldn’t take it. His anger came back full swing. Why must she compare him to Anton all the time? What was so good about his cousin anyway? Apart from their age gap, he didn’t see how he could be any different. “I’ll have you know I can capture any woman and make her swoon if I want, unlike my cousin.”

“I doubt it. Some other woman maybe, but not this one,” Clarice said, challenging him.

“Is that a challenge?” Hunter eyed her.

“I’m always up for a challenge,” Clarice answered, looking up into Hunter’s azure eyes.

“Just be warned that once I attempt to make you swoon, don’t go blaming me.” Hunter warned Clarice.

“I won’t blame you,” Clarice said, smiling. What was Hunter going to do anyway? They were in a room full of people. But to her surprise, she almost went into shock because in the next second, she felt her neck captured by long, gentle fingers, imprisoning her in their embrace and then hot breath fanned the nape of her neck. Clarice sucked in her breath when she felt teeth, lips, and tongue, sucking, biting, and licking her soft skin. Clarice couldn’t do anything but stand still like a tree stump.