Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(43)

CHAPTER 10





Clarice, who was the targeted person at hand, almost had a heart attack when she heard the horn blast. It shrilled in her ears, awakening her from her zombie-like state.

She stared in the direction where the blast had came from, when the driver suddenly made his appearance, striding towards her like he was modeling for Calvin Klein clothing on a catwalk, wearing D&B shaded glasses. His long legs swallowed up the distance between them, and in an instant he stood facing her, his shades still covering his roguish eyes.

Who is this man? Clarice thought, slightly alarmed, as her heart began to race. He sure looked familiar. Then the man took off his shades, and she almost bit her own tongue.

“My, my, my, if it isn’t Madam Avocado.” Hunter smirked. “Are you so desperate to die that you choose to end your life on the road?”

“You Casanova!” Clarice seethed under her breath. She couldn’t believe that at the time when her life was at its lowest point, she had to keep running into this man. And it wasn’t just once or twice; it had to be three times. Way too many times for her liking.

“Yes, Hunter’s the name, remember?” Hunter said slyly. “But if you prefer to call me Casanova, I don’t mind either way. Right, Madam Avocado?”

“Stop calling me Avocado! My name is Clarice.”

“I think it suits you. Madam because you’re old, and Avocado…” Hunter pretended to rub his nose like he was in the process of thinking. “Because you’re old,” he finally said, teasing at her.

“Arrrgghhh…” Clarice gritted her teeth. “I should just bite my tongue right now.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. There’s no hospital near here,” Hunter said, then started following her when she walked away from him.

“What are you doing blasting your horn like that? You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“I did? Wow, I would love to see it in action. The hot and handsome Hunter causing you to have a heart attack because I’m just so damn good-looking.”

“Good-looking?” Clarice scoffed. “More like a showoff. What do you want anyway? Why are you here? Go away. Stop following me.”

“Even if you pay me, Avocado, I wouldn’t be seen following you, but since I ran across you here, I might as well just get it off my chest,” Hunter said.

“What is it?” Clarice asked, stopping in mid-stride to face him, annoyed at his presence.

“I came to ask for compensation,” Hunter stated, thinking on the spot as to the reason he was following the avocado like a loyal puppy.

“For what?” Clarice asked. “What compensation?”

“For ruining my shirt when you spit on it at the night club.”

“That baby-blue shirt?”

“Yes, the one that cost me $500.”

“$500? You’re kidding, right?” Clarice’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. How could a shirt cost $500? Was he playing a joke on her?

“Not kidding. It’s branded,” Hunter said. “Now, how are you going to pay for it? I don’t take cheques or bank deposit. I prefer money on hand.”

“I don’t have that much cash on me right now,” Clarice said, clutching her wallet.

“It’s fine, then. Give me your business card,” Hunter said with his palm held out.

“Why?” Clarice eyed him suspiciously.

“So I can phone to remind you to pay me back,” he said. “Surely you don’t want me to add in the interest as well, do you?”