Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(92)

“What? Trying to think of a swear best suited for me?” Hunter smiled. Happiness radiated from his chest, the likes of which he had not experienced in the past two weeks. This happiness made him grin, contorting his lips until he couldn’t stop smiling. He turned to face the woman in his arms and then he just…

Hunter froze. God, she looked majestic. He couldn’t breathe.

Clarice was also experiencing a lack of oxygen. Hunter just smiled. That smile that had captivated her and made her heart go thump, thump, thump, just like in the elevator when she’d pretended to be a sick old woman.

Both Clarice and Hunter swallowed, trying to appease their dry throats. Their eyes continued to stare at one another as if they were fighting a battle to see who could stare the longest. There was definitely a spark, a thread of electricity blazing between the two, as they continued to gaze at one another. Until a random car zoomed past them and broke the spell.

Hunter recovered first. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some dignity.

That felt like an eternity, he thought, when in actual fact it had only been mere seconds.

“Let me put you in the front,” he said, moving to the other door. He dropped her off, then went back to his seat.

Hoping to lighten their mood a bit, he started teasing her again.

“God, you’re so heavy, Avocado,” he commented cheekily. “My arms almost broke. What did you eat this morning? Roast pork?”

“I had rice porridge, thank you very much,” Clarice said, fidgeting in her seat, clearly uncomfortable with the whole topic of weight.

Clarice didn’t want to tell Hunter about her ailment this morning. She had resorted to eating rice porridge because she just couldn’t seem to take down any proper food. She tried to eat her normal cereal, but she just wanted to gag every time she was about to take a spoonful. She suspected it was because she was so nervous about the prospect of seeing Anton today and having to face their unknown future together. Plus, there was also the possibility that he didn’t remember their night of passion in Queenstown. But for her current conversation here with Hunter, she still had her pride, so she said, “I am not fat. I am within the range of my ideal body mass index.”

“Fine, whatever you say,” Hunter said, grinning at her. Then he realized she still hadn’t put on her seat belt. “Are you not going to do up your belt?” he asked, quirking one eyebrow in question. “Or do you want to feel the thrill of having your stomach contents jumping about inside you?”

Clarice couldn’t retort. She didn’t know what to say. She was being careless again. Seatbelts. Of course she needed to fasten her seatbelt before Hunter started the car. She’d never ever driven anywhere with her seatbelt unbuckled before. That was way too dangerous. And this situation was dangerous. She seriously needed to check her mental status. This was definitely unhealthy.

“God, Avocado, why are you being so difficult?” Hunter sighed and shook his head when he saw Clarice still struggling to pull the belt from the side.

“It’s too tight. I can’t extend it. Clearly, you need to fix your seatbelts. It’s dangerous and not functioning properly,” she said, tugging on the belt again, but it just wouldn’t budge.

“Let me do it for you,” Hunter said. Then he leaned over her, pressing his own body mass into Clarice’s small frame so they were practically molded together.

Clarice tried to press her body back into her seat as much as possible to avoid touching Hunter, but his body was just so close to her that she was literally crushed tight, like a ham sandwich. Dear heavens, she could feel his rippled abs. And his heart, his heart was beating so fast. He wasn’t sick, was he?