Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(61)

“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t do any harm. Thanks. Please pass the message to Mr. Silverton, then.” Then the waiter left the note in Max’s care.

“No problem, hyung,” Max said, smiling in triumph. “Mission one complete. Mission two is now underway.” He then made his way to Hunter, reading the note on his way.





Meet me in room 46 at Night Love Hotel in 10 minutes.

Your Mysterious Lady,





Tiara.





“Tiara,” Max said once he finished reading the note. “Sorry, but you have to wait for another opportunity. Tonight, Mr. Silverton needs to donate sperm for someone in need.” Then he crunched up the note and shoved it into his jeans pocket and straightened his white pressed shirt and black bowtie that he borrowed from the boss of Torque, his friend’s father.

Taking his plan into action, he strode as if he were one of the waiters towards the so-called Mr. Anton Silverton.

“Sir,” Max said, bowing once he approached Hunter. Should he bow? He never waited before so he didn’t know.

“That’s me,” Hunter said, swinging around to face the waiter. After a few pints of Speight’s, he was starting to feel fuzzy, but he maintained his alcohol toxicity well. But the waiter looked exceptionally young tonight.

“I was told by a lady to give you this,” Max said, handing his own note to Hunter.

“A lady?” Hunter perked up like a dying flower after it is watered. He unfolded the paper and started reading, a smile appearing on his face.

Thank you, Lord. I thought you’d forgotten about me. It must be that mysterious woman from before.

Hunter scrunched up the folded paper and shoved it into his pocket. When he remembered Max’s presence, he looked up again, wondering why the kid didn’t leave.

At this point, Max was rubbing his fingers and thumb together, a gesture that indicated a tip would be nice. There was no way Max was going without a tip. He needed something as incentive for doing this for Clarice.

“A tip?” Hunter asked with one quirk of an eyebrow. This kid sure reminded him of himself at that age, always asking for handouts from his dad.

“You read my mind, sir.” Max smiled cheekily.

He even speaks like me, Hunter mused.

“Sure, sure,” Hunter said, handing him a twenty since he felt quite generous tonight.

“If you don’t mind, sir,” Max spoke. “I was asked to escort you to her suite.”

“Really?” Hunter asked in amazement. “She’s that eager?”

“You could say that,” Max said, smiling, hiding his snarky smirk.

“All right, then,” Hunter said, dusting himself off as he stood. “Never delay a lady if she requests you, I say. Lead the way, boy.”

“This way, sir,” Max said, leading him out of the bar and into the hotel next door.

“We’re going into Night Love Hotel?” Hunter asked in interest. All the surprises were really rallying him up, and he couldn’t wait to just jump at her when he got in. His nerves were like a bowstring now. He never acted like this before. This really surprised him.

“So you work in the bar?” Hunter asked, trying to string together some sort of conversation, hoping to calm his nerves. “You sure look really young.”

“I’m over eighteen,” Max lied, a little irritated.

“You’re really small.” Hunter further prodded the already bruised boy.

Max wanted to punch Hunter at that moment. He was very sensitive about his height. He was sure his growth spurt hadn’t been activated yet, but hopefully soon this bro wouldn’t dwarf him anymore.