Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- Chapter 42: Can't Get Enough A few days later, Clara passed her intermediate medical certification with flying colors. To celebrate, she decided to unwind a little. She lit a brand-new scented candle, drew herself a hot bath, and. soaked in bliss, humming cheerfully to herself. When she stepped out, wrapped in a towel, she headed toward the bedroom to grab her hairdryer. And that's when she saw him. Aaron was sitting at the edge of her bed, cool as ever, dressed in silky black pajamas, casually reading a book like he had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

Clara blinked and rubbed her eyes. Did she walk into the wrong room? "You sure you're in the right bedroom?" she asked, raising a brow. Aaron didn't even look up. "Didn't you tell me we can talk about this, living in the same room?" Clara continued towel-drying her dripping hair. "It's late. Go back downstairs-we can talk some other time." But the man didn't move an inch. ---- Clara marched over, grabbed his wrist, and tugged. "Come on! Don't make me drag you." Aaron didn't budge. "Relax. Your hair's still wet.

Sit down-I'll dry it for you." He picked up the blow dryer from the nightstand, scooted back, and patted the space next to him. His eyes were clear and focused, like he genuinely just wanted to help. Clara hesitated for half a second. Well... it's not like she was losing anything. When would she ever get the chance to have a man this ridiculously good-looking blow-dry her hair? She plopped down next to him. The hairdryer hummed to life, a soft whir filling the room.

Warm air rushed past her ears as Aaron gently gathered her long strands, his fingers careful and a little clumsy, but surprisingly tender-he didn't pull or snag once. Clara's hair was long and thick. It usually took forever to dry, but hey, someone else was doing it for once. She pulled out her phone and started scrolling. The internet was blowing up over a celebrity divorce scandal that had gone completely viral. Clara scrolled with growing excitement, occasionally frowning or ---- snorting with laughter. She even shot a few texts to Sierra, trading hot takes like a gossip columnist.

'Aaron caught a glimpse of her screen and frowned. "Maybe skip the tabloid trash and read something uplifting for once?" Clara grinned. "Come on. Everyone's got a curious side." She tilted her head. "Big-shot lawyer-what's your legal take?" Aaron's lips twitched in a half-smile, half-sigh. "What do you want me to say? I'm technically married too-but only on paper." Clara fell silent. There wasn't really a good comeback for that. She turned back to her phone. "All done," Aaron said, switching off the dryer. Clara reached up and touched her hair. "Not bad, Counselor.

Five-star service!" Aaron leaned in a little, voice low and teasing. "Let me move upstairs and I'll blow-dry your hair every night." Clara smirked. "Nice try. You get home so late, I'm usually out cold by then." "Lcan come back earlier." Clara gave him a look. "If you really cared, you could just walk up from the guest room and do it. No need to. ---- move in." Aaron saw his chances slipping and tried another angle. "Then you blow-dry my hair." Clara glanced at his head. "You even have enough hair to dry?" "It's still damp," Aaron said seriously.

"I can't sleep like this." Clara chuckled, grabbed the dryer, and got into position. Aside from Leo, this was the first time she'd ever blow-dried anyone else's hair. She knelt behind him on the bed, fingers threading through his short, damp hair as she focused on the task, The air must've been too warm, because he kept leaning back. Clara got annoyed and, without thinking, climbed onto his lap, straddling him. One hand locked his head in place.

"Stop squirming." From this angle, where she literally looked down at him, it suddenly hit her-this was a whole different side of the usually aloof, untouchable Aaron. Up close and pinned beneath her, he didn't seem quite so ---- high-and-mighty anymore. His hair felt soft-just like Leo's. As she played with it, messing it up even more, she thought to herself: fluffy... kind of adorable. Clara was having a blast. Aaron, on the other hand, was in hell. She smelled like heaven to him-freshly showered, clean, and warm.

Her hair kept brushing against his cheek and neck, tickling his skin with every movement. And from where he sat, all he could see was her chest. Her white nightgown was modest, but it clung in all the right places. Just enough collarbone to tempt, and under the thin fabric... she wasn't wearing a bra. Just a few more inches and her softness would be pressed right up against him. He wanted to move. But he also didn't. The view was just too good to miss. Then he thought, maybe he could look away, break the spell. Big mistake.

His eyes landed on her thighs-long and smooth, casually draped along his lap. The nightgown had ridden up from when she climbed onto him, and her legs... they were flawless. No extra fat, just soft curves and glowing skin.