Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(16)

She picked up the small portion cup in her hand and turned it about, eyeing it at close quarters.

“Are you sure that’s alcohol? It sure looks murky,” Clarice asked Hunter.

Hunter simply smiled, then replied, “It’s spirit, sweetheart. Drink up.”

“Why is it not purple like in the Bunsen burner?” Clarice queried.

“It’s definitely spirit, sweetheart. Now drink it up.” He confirmed and then urged again.

Looking at her cellphone, she had but thirty seconds left before midnight hit. Not thinking any further, but with one mission to accomplish before Cinderella had to leave her glass slipper behind, she chunked the whole contents down in one go… and, my oh my, did she regret it, because at that very moment, her eyes watered, her breath caught, her face bloomed red, and all she wanted to do was one thing—spit that disgusting liquid right back out. But twenty seconds, dear heaven, twenty seconds to go before midnight struck. She could hold it in. Yes, she could.

Hunter, who was on the other side of the scene, observed her face blowing up like a puffer fish, her cheeks bowed out and her eyes bulging, as if she were holding the drink inside her mouth. Surprised, he suggested, “Drink it up. Don’t hold it like that.”

All Clarice could do was shake her head vigorously. Her eyes stung furiously as jets of tears streamed down her cheeks, the alcohol in her oral cavity burning her alive. The foul liquid continued to kill her taste buds one by one, her mouth becoming numb.

Feeling sick to her core, she couldn’t contain the liquid anymore. Thirty or not, spinster or not, she didn’t want to die just yet. If she didn’t do something fast to rid herself off this foul burning liquid in her mouth, she would surely meet her maker.

So out it went. She spit out the entire shot, in the process spraying a stream in Hunter’s direction, who now sat facing her with a mixture of spirit and saliva all over his face and shirt.

And for the second time that night, Hunter’s libido deflated once more.





CHAPTER 4





A thousand bulldozers could not compare to the stomping headache that was drilling inside Hunter’s head as he was forced to peel open his eyes when the sunlight leaking through the light curtain became too bright to bear early the next morning.

“Bloody Virgin Mary, help me!” He groaned while massaging his temple to dispel the ache.

“Virgin Mary will help you if you ask her politely,” a female voice whispered seductively in his ear.

“Jesus Christ!” he blared, jerking up from bed, startled at seeing an unknown woman beside him, clad only in bed sheets. “You’re Virgin Mary?”

The woman giggled and winked at him. “Not necessary a virgin, but my name is Mary.” Then she winked at him again, licked her lips, and asked, “Wanna go for another round?”

Hunter looked at her like she’d just grown a pair of horns atop her head. Someone please kick me in the ass. Did my taste run that dry?

The woman lying next to him was definitely not his type. She was too big, too tall, and too bulky. Definitely not his style. What was he thinking going for her? Then his memory of the night before came flooding back to him.

The cute petite woman sitting on the stool!

That’s right. The small woman who had him hooked from the first moment he saw her, that pixie who’d brought him the roses just a week back. It was that same woman who spat on him because she’d asked him to buy a drink for her.

Damn that woman. What was she thinking spitting all over him like that? And it had to be on his new baby-blue shirt too. At that moment, his hands wanted so much to wring her neck, but she was just too much his type to truly hurt her. If he saw her, next time he would surely strangle her, or maybe kiss her, depending on his mood.