Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(85)

Fern was born in Thailand, despite her parents both being Americans. So growing up in the Thai culture, she spoke both Thai and English, intermingling the two languages together, and more often than not, tended to slip her tongue by speaking in third person when referring to herself, as that’s what Thai people tend to speak when referring to oneself. When she spoke to Hunter in her bilingual language, he had no problem understanding her. So why was Hunter’s cousin making so much fuss over her speech?

“This is how Fern speaks.” She continued to challenge him. “So if you don’t like it, don’t talk to Fern.”

“Good, because I don’t find talking to you amusing either. So if you’re done with your apology, just leave it at the doorstep and go,” Anton instructed, then went back to his computer, typing away furiously, his hands shaking at this sudden confrontation.

Good God, he just had his first verbal fight with a female and it sure felt good.

“Junior Silverton,” Fern shrieked, but Anton didn’t give heed to her outburst as his eyes continued to clue to the screen.

“Ugggggh,” Fern said, fuming by the time she left Anton’s office. “Fern swears she will make that Junior Silverton look at her. In fact, even beg for her love. Just wait and see.”





CHAPTER 20





“Hunter, my darling Hunter,” that musical voice sang sweetly to him. “Come to me, Hunter. I’m waiting for you. I’m waiting for you to see me, to see only me. Come to me, Hunter. I’m waiting for you.”

It was his mysterious goddess. She was calling out to him again with her sweet, seductive voice that never failed to lure him in, like a wasp to nectar.

He was in the woods, running up to catch her. All around him, the scent of pine trees and orange blossoms intoxicated his nose. The sky was so blue and the wind blew a nice gentle breeze, cooling his already drenched skin.

He could see her in the near distance, her long black hair tossing behind her, those long strains cascading in the wind. He reached his hands out, his fingers only millimeters away from the silk of her white scarf that floated behind her, when she turned around the bend and skipped away. She hid behind a tree, her face partially hidden from his view, trying to catch a glimpse of him as he was running to get to her. A single giggle escaped her lips, and then she ran off again before disappearing deeper into the thick of the woods.

“You’re too slow, Hunter.” He heard her voice echoing in the scenic forest. “Run faster. Find me, Hunter.”

He tried to run as fast as possible to catch up to her while she skipped at her own slow, melodic pace, but no matter how fast he sprinted, he was never able to catch up.

He wanted her; he wanted to catch her. He wanted to be with her. His heart was telling him he needed to catch up to her, so it thumped faster to keep pace with the speed of his feet. Then he came to a clearing, a beautiful meadow dotted with a few trees and lots of lush flowers.

There she was, sitting on a swing made of vines, with her back to him. He walked silently towards her and crouched down. Wrapping his arms around the small of her waist, he nestled his head in her soft scented hair, inhaling the orange blossom and pine that was driving his desire.

“Hunter, my darling Hunter,” his goddess said. “You’ve found me.”

“Yes, my mysterious goddess. I’ve finally found you,” he replied.

His mysterious goddess, she was so beautiful and so sweet that his hand shook when he parted her hair to reveal her swanlike neck. Then he kissed her there, gentle, small kisses along the nape of her neck, until she offered him a soft moan.