Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(70)

Hunter felt hot and cold all of a sudden. He pulled at his hair in frustration. More curses gnashed out of his mouth and he smashed his fist violently against the pillow. He was always the one to leave first, not the woman. Now the role had been reversed. He didn’t like this feeling at all.

Where was she? Where did she go? He needed to find her. And find her fast, because he wasn’t sure if he could sleep with another woman again, what with the memory his mysterious goddess had imparted on him.

Ahh, damn shit. Why did she have to leave so fast? Just when his morning wood was up too.





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“Who are you after, Mr. Silverton?” the Korean waiter asked Hunter, who came stalking into their club at exactly seven a.m. in the morning, sporting a hairstyle that resembled a sparrow’s nest, with his dusty-corn tresses spiking in all directions.

“One of your waiters, a kiwi boy to be precise, about yea high.” Hunter got straight to the point, indicating the height with his hand up to his shoulder. The so-called waiter he was after was in fact Max. “Did you see him? Last night.”

“I don’t think we have anyone that short working here.” The waiter shook his head, replying blandly, then felt a little afraid at the sudden flare that appeared in Hunter’s eyes. Okay, that was definitely the wrong answer.

“Look, I just need to find him so he can help me look for a certain woman, the one who—” Hunter stopped short. Should he tell this waiter about his circumstances last night? Surely he didn’t need to elaborate all that much, but he was at his wits end here. He really needed to find his mysterious woman fast. The morning wood he sported earlier was only appeased thanks to her faceless memory and a long shower. How pathetic could he get? It was that blonde. But try as he might, he just couldn’t picture her in his goddess’s place.

“Oh, are you talking about that blonde from last night?” the waiter asked, suddenly remembering the woman who had asked him to hand the note to Mr. Silverton, the man standing right in front of him now. In fact, she had come in again bright and early at exactly 6:30 a.m.

“Yes, yes, that was the one.” Hunter nodded.

“Oh, she came in here this morning and gave me a note for you.” The waiter went to the back office, muttering, “I’ll just grab it for you. She looked really pissed by the way. I tell you, Mr.…”

Hunter ignored the waiter’s comment and just tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for him to extract the note from his office.

Grabbing the paper and thanking the waiter, Hunter rushed outside and dialed her number.

“Hey,” Hunter said soothingly, using his best flirty tone.

“Who’s this?” came an angry voice.

Hunter frowned. That didn’t sound like his mysterious woman from last night.

“Your mysterious guy…” Hunter sapped all his energy on perfecting his voice so he could seduce her and hoped she would run straight to a taxi with her lingerie on, straight into his arms so they could commence round three. “From last night. We had the best sex. Remember?” he added. “Listen, I was thinking we could—”

“You bastard!”

Hunter was struck speechless when his mysterious goddess interrupted his speech.

“I waited for you last night,” she shouted through the phone, causing his eardrum to ring. “All night, in fact. All by myself. You didn’t even turn up. You playboy. Don’t ever call this number again.” Then the line went dead.

Hunter stared at the phone blankly, confused about the turn of events.