Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(59)

Finally, Hunter sighed in relief as the last guest left the bar, feeling free for the first time since arriving in Queenstown. His eyes scanned his playground from where he stood on the VIP platform.

So many foreigners, he thought. What was he thinking anyway? Of course Queenstown was the land of tourists, so all kinds of people would frequent here. From Asian to Caucasian and from African to Americans. You name it, Queenstown would have it. Definitely a multicultural country, New Zealand. They even let Asians serve liquor now, he thought when he saw the Asian bartender tending drinks.

“A Speight’s, mate,” Hunter barked when he got down to the lower floor where a majority of the people were. “And put it on the tab,” he instructed.

“Under who, sir?” the bartender asked.

“Anton Silverton.” He was forced to play this role, so there was no way he was going to pay for all the liquor he consumed tonight. The least Anton could do was this.

“Yes, sir,” the bartender replied, then handed over a pint of Speight’s.

After taking a gulp, he realized his foul mood wasn’t going to get any better. There were people dancing and the music was melting in his eardrums. His blood was thick with the beat of the music, yet his body just wouldn’t move. Instead, he just sat at the bar, sulking, drinking his beer, thinking about the night he met that avocado. He wondered why he started thinking of her all of a sudden. Probably because the bar was playing J.Lo’s “Papi,” the same song playing on the night he met her.

Truth be told, they’d only met four times, so Hunter shouldn’t have any lingering feelings for her. All he knew was her name and her occupation. He took out her business card from his wallet and looked at her name again.

“Clarice Chantee Mason, Periodontist, Happy Smile Dentistry.” He read it, then glanced over at the picture he took of her on his iPhone. She looked ridiculously cute, despite being surprised. Her face looked like she had just sucked a lemon. It was hilarious and it made him laugh aloud. His first real laugh since he’d gotten to Queenstown.

Mmm, maybe he should pay her a visit at her clinic when he got back to Auckland. Not that he had any dental or gum problems, though. His teeth were in perfect health. He just wanted to ruffle her feathers again, he supposed. It was mighty fun teasing her.

Mighty fun teasing her? What the hell was he thinking? Hunter shook his head. It didn’t seem right to think about that avocado now. She was too old by his standards. He never dated older women. He didn’t like to be called a boy toy by anyone. After all, his reputation as the hottest bachelor and Casanova was very hard to maintain, so he wouldn’t want to taint his reputation that easily by being seen out and about with her.

All that thinking about the avocado was making his throat parched, so he gestured for the bartender to come over.

“Another beer, Mr. Silverton?” the same bartender asked, smiling.

“You read my mind, mate,” he bawled.

As he was about to down his beer, a soft whisper entered his ear. Hunter glanced to his side.

“Hello, you. What’s a hot hunk like you doing here all alone?”

Turning around, Hunter plastered on a huge grin. At last, a babe. And a hot one too.

All thoughts of the avocado were pushed to the back of his mind as he took in the sight of the hot blonde sitting before him, exuding her sexual allure. She sat there sexily with her long slender legs crossed, revealing a large amount of bare skin, and her blouse unbuttoned dangerously low.

Cough!

Hunter nearly choked. The top was almost see-through, a white creamy color, displaying her lacey bra underneath that he guessed would have to be a D-cup to support those voluptuous breasts.