Baby Be Mine (Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

her, his stool now very near. And
while she was so consumed with her conversation with the bartender,
he took action.
    “Hello, sweetheart,” he whispered into her
ear.
    As if heaven had opened up, she turned her
head and God help him, but his mouth almost hung open for a full
minute. It was that exact same girl who had made that confession to
him just last week, the same girl he couldn’t get out of his
head.
    No way could he have mistaken her. Those
same pupils shone a molten black. Those same cheeks, just like that
day, were scarlet in color, but this time it wasn’t from the
embarrassment over his lack of dress, but instead, they were puffed
out in anger due to the argument with the bartender.
    This beauty sure was a sight to behold. She
was hot and heavy and, hopefully by tonight, ready for him—once
he’d worked his seductive charm on her, of course.
    “You!” she said, her cheeks blazing under
the rainbow-colored lights.
    “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the
sweetheart who confessed to me last week,” he drawled out
seductively. “Did you enjoy the view before you ran off like the
devil was on your tail?”
     
    * * *
     
    This is definitely not my scene, Clarice thought as a raging headache settled in nicely at the back
of her skull. The music drummed so loud in her ears that she
thought if she frequented here often enough, she was sure to have
an auditory deficit by the time she reached forty.
    She was so not looking forward to midnight,
but here she was, in a nightclub, with midnight itself clearly
approaching faster than Lighting McQueen. And then she would
officially turn thirty. Yay! And to top it all off, the argument
with the bartender over her desire—no need —for one alcoholic drink wasn’t helping either.
    Oh, heaven help her! Was it too much to ask?
She wasn’t asking to conquer the world. It was one drink, one
small, bloody drink. Dear Mother and Father, please forgive me
for swearing like this, but this is just too damn much. She was
on the verge of bursting into tears again. It was her goddamn
birthday, for Christ sake, so just let her have that one sip, a
lick, at least to know what it’s like to taste alcohol before
bloody midnight rolls around and she officially ended up being a
spinster forever.
    A spinster who had never tasted alcohol on
her tongue? What would the dental team at her practice say if they
found out? She could imagine them gossiping and writing on their
weblog already. Clarice Mason, highly trained gum specialist,
sourly turned thirty without a lick of alcohol to her name. Oh the
shame.
    No. She could not bear it. This MUST call
for desperate measures.
    “Look, please, you’ve got to believe me,”
Clarice pleaded. When the bartender looked unmoved, she resorted to
using reasoning. “I’m working now. I’m not a little kid anymore.
I’m a periodontist.” Still nothing. “I bloody worked as a dentist
for two full years before applying to study in the gum field.”
She’d started shouting now. The bartender didn’t even blink an eye
at her reasoning. At that moment she felt like yanking all his
teeth out, gum disease or not, and jabbing them right into his
eyeballs, wanting to hear him whine in pain. Oh, she wished she
were a witch like her friend Whitney. Then everyone would be
freakin’ scared of her and she wouldn’t have to resort to begging
for a small drink.
    “Have you any idea how long both degrees
took me? A full eight years, plus my three years out practicing,
that equates to eleven!” By this stage, she was on full rampage,
slamming her little fist onto the bar to intimidate him, so mad at
her current situation that she could feel her cheeks growing red.
As each word was spoken, her voice notched up an octave. “So if you
think I’m under twenty-five, you must be a bloody idiot.”
    In return, the bartender just continued to
blink lazily, staring at her oddly, like she was a psychotic
patient just out of a mental hospital, rambling on about