Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(79)

Later that night after dinner, Clarice was sitting at the dining table, rubbing her lips profusely.

“Urrr? Cuz?” Max asked from behind when he noticed his cousin rubbing her pouty lips all red and raw.

“Mmmm?” Clarice answered while still unconsciously rubbing.

“Why are you rubbing your lips like that?” he asked in concern. “Did you eat something wrong? Or did a bee sting your lips?”

“Huh? Huh? What? Of course not. No, nothing.” Clarice turned away from Max’s prying eyes. “I’m going to bed now.”

“What? Cuz.” Max stepped in her way to block her path, drawing his eyes forward to examine her lips. “They look really red, cuz. It looks like someone kissed you.” Then his eyes popped wide open at the realization. “Shit, did Anton eat your lips or something?”

“Max!” Clarice clamped his mouth shut. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Did he? Did he kiss you?”

“Max, I am not having this conversation with you. I’m tired. Would you just go to your room now? I’m going to sleep.”

“Don’t give me that excuse,” Max said. “Your face is all red. He kissed you. didn’t he? And he gave you that sperm!”

“Of course he did. You set us up, didn’t you?” Clarice let her tongue loose, and before she realized it, Max had dragged her to the comfy couch and demanded she tell him the whole story.

“Aren’t you too young to listen to this kind of story?” She was about to leap off the couch again, but Max’s arms were firmly on her shoulders, holding her in place.

“Come on, cuz. Just spill a bit,” Max pleaded with puppy dog eyes. He knew Elise and Whitney couldn’t resist those eyes so he was sure it would work on his cousin too.

“There is nothing to tell. I’m going to bed,” Clarice said quickly, then ran off to her room, but Max’s voice still drifted into her room when she’d closed the door.

“Someone’s shy right now,” Max teased her from the other side. “Ooo-la-la.”

“Shut up. Don’t make that stupid noise. You are so annoying. Go to bed now,” she shouted. “We’re leaving early tomorrow morning, so go to sleep.”

“Aye, aye, Clarice cuz. See you tomorrow morning all bright-eyed and fluffy-tailed. Hope you have a good dream about that baby of yours. I so can’t wait to have a nephew or a niece,” Max said.

Once she was sure Max had gone off to his room, she sank to the floor, her knees weak.

Dear heavens! So many things had happened to her in the last twenty-four hours. Getting confessed to by Anton that he wanted her, sleeping with Anton, and then getting kissed by that Casanova Hunter.

“Urrggggg…” Clarice moaned as she felt her heart beating for both men. “Why oh why did that Casanova have to kiss me?”





CHAPTER 19





The slim woman in the four-inch heels strode along the hallway to the head office of Silverton Hotel like she was parading on a catwalk, her gait sly like a panther stalking her target. She dismissed anyone who got in her way, only heading toward her destination, which lay hidden in the private sector of the hotel. Her target: the young heir of Silverton Enterprises, Hunter Silverton.

Winton, who was busy dashing between errands for Anton Silverton, just stood in the hallway, watching her glide past him, his mouth gaping open in awe as he admired her beauty. She was a sight to behold all right, with her long, glorious fiery red hair cascading all the way down to her waist.