Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(63)

Yes, the Gondola. She couldn’t wait to see the full town from above. She had been up there once, but it was during the day. So to view the sight at night would be a different story. She’d been told by others that the small tourist town of Queenstown looked like little wee fireflies lighting up at night, creating a spectacular view due to the nightlife. Yes, she was happy once more as she breathed in the fresh pine scent around her. She loved it. She loved this scent. She loved her life.

Clarice felt a little yawn escape her lips and lit up her cell phone to check the time, wondering why Max was taking so long.. If he didn’t come in another minute, she would phone him. That was when she realized she’d missed three calls from Anton.

What could Anton want with her at this time of night? The calls were lodged at about seven p.m. There was another text message from Anton as well. She opened the message and read: Can I see you tonight?

Dear heaven, Anton wanted to see her. She checked the time on her phone again. It was now past eleven p.m. Should she call him back to apologize at this hour? He would be asleep by now; if not, then he might be out sightseeing, like she would if Max were to turn up of course.

Clarice’s subconscious mind heard a tiny crack of a door opening, followed by muttering under breath inside the room, but her thoughts were so consumed with Anton and the text that she simply missed it. Then her phone buzzed again indicating there was another message. This time it was from Max. That rascal, she thought. Where had he been? Then she read the message: Hey, cuz. Cupid has brought you Anton. Get that sperm.

“Max?” she whispered, when she felt strong arms embrace her from behind, enveloping her within a muscular body, and a soft whisper that almost made her knees go weak. “My mysterious goddess. Were you waiting for me?”





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Golly God, what the hell is wrong with that waiter kid? Hunter thought as he stumbled head first into the room, only to mumble more curses under his breath when he realized the room was completely shrouded in darkness.

Hunter fumbled around to find the light switch on the wall, and that was when he saw her, the mysterious woman who had asked him to come to this room. She was like a mystical goddess of the night, out on the balcony, viewing the late-night city below.

Shrouded in the beam of the moonlight, her slender silhouette was displayed for his eyes to feast upon. By golly, but she was so beautiful, so beautiful and so petite standing there looking so serene it literally took his breath away. But did she shrink in size? She looked awfully short compared to when she was at the bar. But then again, she was sitting on the barstool, so that must account for his lack of judgment. Then again, he didn’t remember her being this beautiful at the bar either. Maybe he did drink too much.

Hunter stalked closer, lured by the exotic scene, a mixture of fresh pine scent and orange blossoms, his footsteps absorbed by the soft carpet. She was so beautiful that he didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until his arms were wrapped around her.

“My mysterious goddess. Were you waiting for me?” he whispered softly into her ears.

Dear heaven, it was Anton. Anton was here. Anton was standing right here in the same room as she was. She just couldn’t believe it. So Max had planned everything behind her back? And then there was Anton. Was he a willing participant in Max’s plan too, because he had texted her that he wanted to see her tonight? Those two men, they were planning things behind her back all along.

Did Anton like her? Was that why he’d agreed to this charade with Max? But why was Anton hugging her from behind. He’d even called her goddess. Oh, it’s all that little rascal’s fault. She had to teach her dear cousin a lesson in messing with people’s lives. For now though she needed to get out of this predicament. But the more she struggled within his arms, the tighter he held her.