Chapter Twelve

"Exhilaration filled Max's heart as he stood on the balcony, arms wide like a modern-day Moses parting the Red Sea, and he let out a triumphant cry of 'Yahooo!' The pristine lake below mirrored his excitement as the cold wind playfully tousled his brown mop of hair. 'I'm here, Queenstown! Prepare to be dazzled tonight!'

Clarice, busy unpacking their belongings, couldn't help but feel a touch of melancholy. Thoughts from a recent conversation with friends and Max lingered in her mind. She desired Anton's sperm for a baby, but the thought of sleeping with him was out of the question. Perhaps returning to the fertility clinic would be her best bet.

Max, seemingly immune to Clarice's mood, brushed off the tension with a boisterous spirit. 'Come on, cousin, let's revel in Queenstown's beauty! The fresh air, the crystal-clear lake, and the joy of being alive. Queenstown, can you hear me? I am alive!' Max shouted to the world.

Amidst their cheerful banter, a voice from the lower floors interrupted. 'Yeah, we can hear you! Now be quiet!'

Undeterred, Max continued to lift Clarice's spirits. She admired his carefree attitude, wishing she could emulate him. Still, she needed to put aside her worries and focus on the Dental Hygiene Conference and their well-deserved break.

'Why so down, cousin?' Max inquired, seeing through Clarice's façade.

'I'm fine,' Clarice reassured him, avoiding the topic of their earlier discussion. They had come to Queenstown for the conference and relaxation, not to dwell on their personal concerns.

Max playfully teased her, insisting that she should share her desire for Anton's sperm. Clarice resisted but eventually gave in, admitting her longing.

'There, I said it. Happy now?' Clarice blushed.

'Very happy,' Max said, leaving the room to explore the town, leaving Clarice to contemplate her feelings.

Later, as Clarice prepared for her presentation, she discovered a hidden stash of notes. Unbeknownst to anyone, she had been secretly researching the art of seduction to win Anton's sperm. The knowledge from romance novels and erotic romances swirled in her mind, prompting a mix of curiosity and embarrassment.

'I can't believe I'm even considering this,' Clarice scolded herself, quickly tucking the notes away. She needed to focus on her presentation and put aside these unorthodox thoughts.

As she presented her cases to the conference attendees, Clarice's attention was suddenly drawn to Anton, who had attended the event. Her heart pounded, but she managed to maintain her composure throughout the presentation.

After her successful talk, Anton approached her with praise and a unique proposition. He wanted her to present her work at his hotel in Auckland for VIP guests. Intrigued and flattered, Clarice agreed, appreciating the opportunity to collaborate further.

They exchanged contact details, and Anton left, eager to fulfill his responsibilities at the nightclub. Clarice watched him go with a sense of anticipation. She knew she needed to know him better before considering her bold request for his sperm. For now, she was content with the possibility of a future partnership that could lead to more."

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