Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(75)

“It’s all right, ma’am. The elevator will run again soon,” he said to reassure her. All she did was nod her head, then turn to look at the rose painting on the wall.

Shaking his head at the peculiar lady, he called Anton, who should be in his office working by now.

“Goddamn it. Pick up the phone, you old lout,” he shouted when voicemail picked up.

Then the elevator gave another shake, and before he knew it, the lady was in his arms once more, gripping his neck like he was her lifeline.

God, he couldn’t shake the feelings that overcame him as his nose inhaled her scent once again. But his mysterious goddess was a… Dammit, he hadn’t a clue, but his goddess was most definitely not some black-haired loony woman who wears a mask and sunglasses just because she has a cold.

Somehow at that precise moment, they locked eyes again, and just when Hunter was about to tear the glasses off her face to satisfy his curiosity, to see whether she was in fact the avocado or his mysterious lady who had dyed her hair black or just some lady who really was infected with a cold, the elevator door dinged opened.

“Oh, thank heavens,” Clarice shouted, using her natural voice, so happy to be out of this tight confinement that she forgot to feign her old lady’s voice. She literally made a dash out the door to her room, which was on the other side of the hotel, as fast as her little legs could take her, before Hunter could even blink an eye.

But Hunter’s reaction was fast and his feet were faster. This was no sick old lady. Who was she and why was she hiding behind that mask and sunglasses?

Clarice, realizing now that she was being pursued, ran as fast as her legs could take her, passing her own room and turning into the exit door, taking the stairs back down. But Hunter being Hunter, having won the university short-distance race, was able to catch up to her in no time at all. And when he did catch her, he pinned her to the wall and tore off her mask and glasses.

“I knew it. Avocado? What are you doing here? Stalking me?”

“What?” Clarice almost burst out laughing. “I don’t have any stalking genes in me, thank you very much,” she said. “Now, would you please back off a bit? You’re squeezing me into the wall here.”

“Ahhh, I’m so happy, Avocado. Must be my lucky day to see you all the way out here,” Hunter said teasingly, his mood lightened up all of a sudden. He couldn’t believe his lovesickness with his mysterious goddess could be cured in a matter of seconds when he saw the avocado.

“Let go,” Clarice yelled when Hunter refused to unpin her from his body, but he also gripped her hands too. “And give me back my mask and glasses.”

“No. Why were you wearing these?” Hunter asked, suspicious. “Were you planning on stealing something?”

Hunter knew thieves these days came in all shapes and forms. He knew Clarice wasn’t one to steal, but he wanted to ruffle her feathers a bit.

“I am not a thief. I just don’t want to see your face, that’s all.”

“Really? You don’t want to see this handsome face?”

“Handsome?” Clarice scoffed. “Have you checked yourself in the mirror yet? You look like a sparrow just decided to house her babies in your hair. Did you even brush it this morning?” she retorted.

“It’s style, avocado,” Hunter said smoothly, running his hand through his short hairstyle in a cool posture. “It’s new fashion. Old people like you wouldn’t know.”

“Really?” Clarice quirked one of her eyebrows as a challenge. “Young kids these days sporting that kind of hair style?”