Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(74)

“Sorry, young man. Don’t mind me. I just got a wee bit of a cold,” she put on her old lady’s voice. Finally, it came out right. She just hoped she sounded sick enough to halt his suspicion of her. “Best to stay away.”

Clarice’s plan worked, for Hunter was now wedged all the way to the other side of the small elevator, his back pressed against the wall, gaining as much distance from the infected lady as possible.

It must be his imagination. He must be really thinking about his mysterious goddess so nonstop that her voice continued to play inside his head like a broken record. That was why he found this lady with the mask so fascinating. But try as he might, despite her saying she had a cold, he still couldn’t keep his eyes away from her. Sure he could keep his distance, but his eyes just wouldn’t listen to him. She reminded him of that avocado so much. They were practically the same height, with the same color hair. Apart from the voice that at first sounded so much like his goddess, this lady screamed avocado. But how could the avocado be here? This was Queenstown, not Auckland.

Through her shaded sunglasses, Clarice could see Hunter gazing at her again. “You like what you see, young man?” She couldn’t help teasing. That was usually the line he used to lure his female fans into his bed. Now lets see how that Casanova would react being hit on by an old lady, she thought grinning at her idea.

Hunter tried to stop himself from imagining anything erotic with the lady. What the hell was wrong with him? He was being hit on by an old lady with some sort of virus.

Instead of telling her to stay away, he just smiled a gentle smile and turned back towards the elevator door.

He smiled at me. Hunter, that no-good, annoying man she constantly called Casanova actually smiled at her, and a very gentle smile at that. Not that flirty “I want you in my bed” smile, but the gentle, genuine kind one would give someone they loved. Suddenly, she realized she didn’t like him smiling at her at all. She found it hard to breathe with her mask on and in that small, confined elevator.

Clarice was trying so hard to control her breathing pattern when a sudden stop in the elevator caused her body to crash against Hunter’s. He in that instant captured her within his arms to stop her from hitting the wall. Clarice was so scared of the turn of events that she held on to Hunter’s neck for dear life.

“What was that?” she asked, her voice shaking, losing its disguise.

“Shit, it must be the elevator stopping again,” Hunter said, looking at that masked face with the sunglasses, all too aware of the sudden change in pitch and tone. It was like she was speaking in a different voice.

Their eyes suddenly locked together and then nothing else seemed to exist. Something in the atmosphere seemed to shift.

Peach scent. Peach and orange blossom. The lady smelled of peaches and orange blossoms just like his mysterious goddess from last night.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Hunter felt his loins warming up again. Shit. That was twice this morning. He mentally cursed himself, then gently placed her down on the floor. He needed space. He needed to get away from her. This lady was really playing with his mind.

Hunter let her go when she found her footing and immediately escaped to the panel of buttons so he could somehow control his urges. Trying to distract his mind from thinking about his mysterious goddess, the avocado, and this lady with an infected virus, he decide to fix the problem at hand.

Hunter pushed the activation button, but that didn’t seem to awaken the elevator. He rang for emergency, but no one picked up.

Hunter muttered something along the lines of, “I’ll fire all of them when I get out,” then turned to look at the lady again. With her huge black shades on, he couldn’t tell whether she was afraid or not, but looking at her posture, her fingers twisting together, he could see she was nervous.