Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(127)

“What… what are you doing?” Clarice asked breathlessly.

I’m seducing you. “Not a word, Avocado. Didn’t you say you wanted to challenge me? Keep up the pretense and stay like this until Bublé finishes his song.”

A hundred, a thousand, no, a million bees were stinging her at that moment, all centered around that spot Hunter was busy sucking. He was seducing her… on the dance floor? How could he do this? Her knees felt weak. She felt like she was about to faint again. Dear heavens, please. When would the song finish? She really needed to get out of here. Her body was acting all out of sorts. She really needed to get out of here right now.

Dear God, please don’t let the song end just yet, Hunter prayed. He was enjoying his time immensely. He wanted to stay like this with Clarice in his arms throughout the night, just the two of them, dancing, embracing, and kissing each other while everyone else faded away in the background.

But sadly, the song ended all too soon, and before he could blink an eye, Clarice disappeared from his arms and was already across to the other side of the hall, then was lost in the large crowd.

Hunter went into the swallowing crowd too and was lost in the midst of chaos on all sides, his eyes flickering in all directions, trying to locate that white gown, but to no avail.

Hunter growled and made his way to sulk by himself. He found a nice spot where no one could interrupt him. A nice spot near the side of the stage where there was a curtain hanging obscuring him from anyone who would want to annoy him. Grabbing a glass of red wine from the waiter, he made his way to his destination.

He thought he could stay in peace, but it was only an illusion because not three seconds passed before someone came to stand beside him.

“Hello, Hunter.”

Hunter turned to see Caroline and gave out an annoyed huff.

“What are you doing here, Caroline?” Hunter asked, not so nicely.

“That’s not a nice way to talk to the heir of Bass Enterprises. My father does have a large share of the current business with your father. He might not like it when his daughter is spoken to like that.”

“I don’t give a damn what your father thinks,” Hunter said, gripping his wine glass in anger.

“Dance with me, Hunter.” Caroline changed the subject when she realized Hunter was in no mood to play.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not interested,” Hunter said, his eyes like radar, still searching for that white gown. “Go ask Anton.”

“But I want to dance with you.”

“But I don’t want to dance with you,” Hunter spit. “So go.”

How dare Hunter speak to her like that? Caroline fumed. “Are you interested in that old fruit?” she asked.

“Huh?” Hunter turned to Caroline then, giving her his full attention. “Who are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about that girl you called Avocado.”

“Clarice?”

“Yes, Clarice.”

“What about her?”

“You like her, don’t you?”

“Psh! None of your business,” Hunter said, turning back to the crowd, his eyes still scanning.

“You should give up already,” Caroline said, pretending to be kind by offering her advice. “She already likes Anton. I can tell.”

Hunter jerked his head to Caroline again and fire burst from his azure eyes. “Why would you say that?”

“Because she’s walking towards him right now with a determined look on her face.”