Claire Dearing Hot Novels & Stories

She shook herself from her reverie to find Lincoln Harris standing in front of her with an expectant smile. Dancing with him was last on her list of things she wanted to do. Just being with him gave her a headache. She didn't like the man. The fact that he was handsome in a classical sense and kept himself in top condition didn't offset his personality. He was egotistical, self-involved and arrogant.

“I can understand if you like him. He’s quite charming. I actually thought you liked me which was why you invited me out here with you.” “We’re not dating, Kal.” She spotted out. At this Kal swallows hard in disappointment. “But I do like you.” Claire continued slowly approaching him and running her hands on his chest. Kal swallowed hard, his eyes lowered as he enjoyed her touch on his bare chest. She planted a kiss on his chest. “I have a thing for hot guys with a six-pack.” She added as she slowly undressed him.

Dreaming of the West End and Hollywood deals, Claire decided to call the number on the theatre company flyer to arrange an audition with the director, Justin. She arranged to meet him that afternoon, knowing that she needed time to get her outfit exactly right. She had to present an image of assured urbanity whilst looking extremely and effortlessly hot. She settled for a stretchy white v-neck jersey, a tight dark grey miniskirt, flower patterned black hold-up stockings and high black stiletto heels with elaborate strapping over the ankles all under a knee length sage green lightweight raincoat.

My eyes widened at her. "Come with me, Claire and I are going hunting, we can both explain mating to you," She said giving me no choice but to follow her, I had a quick flashback to the last encounter I had with Jet making me realize I hadn't imagine whatever I saw going on maybe I should tell Morgana I felt the flare of arousal that they consider heat?. I decided against it immediately, I need to understand what the heat is before I can jump to any conclusion. Claire grinned excitedly at me then frowned as she eyed my dress up and down. "Where is your riding attire?" She required.

I was so convinced that I could pass off as a man. Maybe a slightly effeminate man. "So you'll tie up your boobs everyday?" Claire's voice was tinged with astonishment. I shrugged my response. "Ouch. That sounds painful." "It will be painful." I muttered. "You'll be in close range with Logan Beverly." Claire is unable to keep off the excitement from her voice. "What do you know about him?" I asked her curiously. "He is hot, and wealthy and the best part?" She giggled and gave me a conspiratory wink.

I stop short when I catch sight of Celine holding up her phone, showing Claire something. "Damn," Claire says loudly. "He's hot. You should definitely get on that." My chest tightens. Who the hell are they talking about? Has she already moved on? I step into the room. They turn toward me. "Want one?" Claire asks, lifting her glass. I shake my head. She rolls her eyes. I pour myself a bourbon at the bar, the familiar burn grounding me. "You're not going home?" I ask her. She rolls her eyes again. "Celine and I are having a girls' night."

Vine doesn't say anything and continues standing, looking at the curtain. Clare walks out in a red dress with spaghetti straps and a low back. “So, what do you guys think?" “I don't like it." Nate says first. Clare goes back into the changing room and Nate continues, “Vine, I'm talking to you. Are you going to ignore me, forever?" “If it takes that long, then yes. I will.” Vine eventually replies.. “What did i-?" Clare interrupts them, walking out in a sea green dress with sweetheart neckline and flared under the breasts.

Delia’s figure emerged from the shadows, and Natalie’s followed close behind. "You call her an idiot, yet she holds the heart of the man you’ve been chasing and trying to lock down for years, Claire." Natalie’s voice cut sharp, and she looked ready to bite. “Delia is right about you being a fool. Only a fool would allow a man to use her as his rebound for what—like, eight years? Eight whole years, and you must be so boring he doesn’t even want to look at you anymore.” Claire, that was her name, reddened with both anger and embarrassment. "You don’t know a thing about my relationship with Sayge. He wants me.”

"Your lipstick is gone, Claire. And I saw you put on that 'bulletproof' matte red this morning. Did a ghost eat it? Or did someone smudge it off with their face?" Claire wasn't just red anymore. She was the color of a ripe tomato. She started fanning herself frantically, gasping for air. "It’s just—it’s hot in here! God, Shannon, don't you feel it? Is the A/C broken?" "The A/C is at sixty-eight degrees, Claire. You’re just overheating," I replied, my smirk widening. "No! It’s sweltering! I’m taking a cold shower! Move!" Claire ducked under my arm, sprinting for the bathroom like her life depended on it.

"I prefer my own version." Clara opened the fridge. "Which is?" "You're secretly smiling because Matteo looked unfairly handsome." Clara grabbed the butter. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that." "You hear everything." Tara started scrolling through the comments. "You have to hear these." Clara sighed. "I really don't." "Oh yes, you do." She cleared her throat dramatically. "'Dear Mr Devereaux, thank you for finally joining social media. We were tired of admiring you through business magazines.'"