Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(33)

She needed to clean out her bag someday. It was seriously a dangerous place to poke her hand into. One time Elise emerged with a bleeding finger when the needle of her name badge stabbed her.

Hunter stood resting against the women’s entryway, eyeing the girl in front of him, his gaze running up and down her body. Thank God she was busy rifling through her bag because the hungry look pasted on his face right now would definitely scare her if she saw him.

No matter how much she insisted she was thirty, Hunter would never believe it. She had the body of a woman under twenty, properly a virgin, since she was blushing the whole time they had their little bickering session, which he thoroughly enjoyed and found endearing.

Today she wore a nice pink sweater and black skinny jeans, with medium-length heels. Still, at that height her head just managed to reach past his shoulder. Hunter had a thing for pink, especially on women; it just made them look super hot. He wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with her at all, actually.

Just then her eyes met his and man, was that a punch to the stomach. He just couldn’t seem to get enough of those eyes. Then that face was replaced by an ID card shoved right in his line of sight. It took him a moment to adjust to the closeness of the picture, but once he took hold of it and moved it away to a good distance so he could focus on the picture, it became clear. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he saw her date of birth printed on her driver’s license.

“Shit! You really are thirty!” he spat out.

Hunter couldn’t believe this beautiful woman who looked way younger than him was actually thirty.

“I told you I didn’t lie.” Clarice smiled at her small victory.

“God, you’re so old,” Hunter said, when an idea popped into his head.

Clarice’s smile dropped.

“What does that mean?” she asked, not so sure of her triumph. Here she thought that by proving to Hunter her true age, he would respect her a bit, not remind her again that she was old. Why did she show the man her driver license? Because he was riling her up too much; that’s why.

“That you’re old now,” Hunter stated, suppressing the urge to snicker at the whole situation. How he couldn’t wait to tease her now, but still, he couldn’t believe how this woman could appear this young when she just hit thirty. He had never dated a woman in her thirties before. If he decided to go for her, would that make him her boy toy? The thought sounded a little tempting actually.

“But you said I looked young and innocent just a moment ago. Like a twenty-year-old woman. Now I look thirty? How can I have aged so fast in a just a few minutes?” Clarice asked for clarification.

“Woman, do avocados look old to you?” Hunter explained, using the only analogy he could think of. Time to have some fun with her now, he thought.

“What are you on about? I don’t understand.”

“See, can you see this?” Hunter showed Clarice her driver’s license, tapping at her picture while trying very hard to suppress his laughter.

“I’m seeing my picture,” Clarice stated seriously.

“No, you’re seeing an avocado,” Hunter said again.

“An avocado?’ Clarice questioned Hunter in confusion. The look on her face just made Hunter want to tease her even more.

“Yes. An avocado.”

“I don’t see an avocado. Just me.” No matter how many times Clarice looked at her image on the ID, she still could only see herself. What was this Casanova on about?

“Look, let’s look at it this way.” Hunter began his explanation. “All avocados look the same on the outside, right?