Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(91)

A hotel? What would Clarice be doing at a hotel? And about this hotel, was it like a normal hotel or a love hotel? He was very curious. By this stage, his heart was almost leaping from his throat.

“Why?”

“I’m meeting with someone.”

Shit. It must be a love hotel, then. No way was he taking her to a love hotel.

“Who is this someone?” Hunter asked again, almost bursting at the seams when she wouldn’t give him a straight answer. “Older than me or younger than me? A man or a woman?

Clarice stared at Hunter, wide-eyed. What was with all these grilling questions? And why was he so interested in the person she was going to meet anyway?

“He’s older than you, if you must know.”

“So it’s a man, then,” Hunter said, looking directly at Clarice like he was accusing her of having an affair. “And older than me too. Ha! Must be some old grandpa, then.” He pretended to laugh. “What does he do? Where does he work?”

“That’s my personal business,” Clarice yelled when he refused to stop firing questions at her. Dear heavens! What was wrong with him today? Why was he acting so strange and being so nosy?

“Fine. Then what kind of business do you have at this hotel?” Hunter couldn’t help asking.

“Also my business,” Clarice said again.

“I’m not taking you, then, if you won’t tell me.” Hunter gave out his ultimatum. He refused. He refused straightforwardly. If she wouldn’t tell him, then he wouldn’t take her. There, no negotiation at all. See how see would get to this love hotel now. What was she going to do? Walk? He doubted it.

“Suits me just fine.” Clarice grinned when an idea popped into her head. She smiled and then said loudly, “I’ll just call a taxi, then.”

There! Let’s see if this Casanova is willing to let a casualty go even when that casualty is in pain. And to test her theory, she took out her uncharged phone and pretended to call a taxi.

“Hello. I would like to order—”

“Give me that phone.” Hunter snatched it from Clarice and pocketed it in his jeans. Then he jerked his azure eyes to meet her round black ones. He ground his teeth in irritation and clicked his tongue in frustration before saying to her, “I’m confiscating this for now. Until you’re well again.”

Who was she playing with? Did she think he was stupid enough to allow her to call a taxi? Over his dead body. He preferred to take her to this hotel himself. At least this way he could see this bloody old grandpa too.

“I’m not sick,” Clarice yelled. What was wrong with her? Why was she yelling constantly?

“You look sick to me. Now, I’m not going to argue with a child who lives in an adult’s body. Let’s go.”

“Hunter! Arrrggghhhhh.” Clarice screamed when Hunter lifted her again. “What are you doing?” she shouted, her hands wrapping around his neck for dear life. “Put me down right now. I’m scared of heights.”

“Oh, really?” Hunter’s sky-blue irises lit up with mischief. “You might want to hang on tight or my hands might accidently slip.” And then he pretended to loosen his grip, in turn making Clarice scream in fright and grip his neck even tighter, her body snuggling closer to his chest. Hunter laughed when he saw the lovely result he’d produced.

“You… you…” Clarice wanted to swear at him, but no profanity came to her head at that moment, so she sent a simmering death glare at him, which in turn just… just…