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

---- "Aaron, it's my first night here, and this place is huge. I got spooked and couldn't sleep. How about we have a little drink and chat?" As she spoke, she leaned her chest against his arm, trying to slip inside. Aaron sidestepped her, his tone ice-cold. "Get out." "What?" Linsey froze, stunned. Was this guy seriously rejecting her? At this hour? A woman dressed like this? Aaron's face darkened. He repeated himself, colder than before. "I said-get out." Linsey just stood there in shock, unmoving. So he gave her a little shove on the arm and slammed the door in her face.

Once things had quieted down, Clara finally spoke. "Damn, Aaron. You're swimming in temptation tonight. Who was that?" Aaron shrugged. "Some woman I don't know." Clara whistled. "Even I was tempted, and I'm a woman! Her body was insane." Aaron seized the chance to swear loyalty. "Still not as good as yours." Clara laughed. "Yeah, right. I'm not even close-my ---- boobs aren't half as big as hers." Aaron shot back, "Oh really? Why don't you pull that strap down and let me compare?" Clara's face turned red. Her best defense was a good offense. "Nice try. Are you trying to change the subject?

Be honest-did you feel tempted just now?" Aaron looked her straight in the eye. "Didn't even flinch. Not interested. Not one bit. You saw it yourself, didn't you? So, I expect a reward!" Clara teased, "Who knows? Maybe you only rejected her because we were still on the phone." Aaron scoffed. "No way. I'm just not into her. Not my type at all-and the plastic surgery? Total overkill." Clara raised a brow. "Oh yeah? Then what kind of woman is your type?" Aaron didn't hesitate. He gave the gold-standard answer: "You, of course." "Liar," Clara said, smirking. "Don't you remember when we first met?

You didn't even like me." Aaron thought back. He might not've said it out loud, but he'd definitely noticed. "I knew you were gorgeous from the start. And your chest? I was very aware." Clara's jaw dropped. "Excuse me?! When did you notice ---- that?" Aaron grinned. "The first time the three of us went shopping together. Right in the car, when you 'accidentally' threw yourself into my arms." Clara's face was burning. "What?! I bumped into your hand by accident! And you were so cool and composed-I thought you didn't notice anything." Aaron leaned in. "You think I didn't feel it?

That soft, full-" Clara let out a squeal and hung up on him. Aaron didn't call her back right away. Instead, he got changed and tidied up his things a little. Then he grabbed his keys, headed downstairs, and drove off. That whole "his mom's stuff" excuse? Total nonsense. His mom had been dead for over thirty years. Richard wasn't the sentimental type-what could he possibly have saved? And even if there was something left, Aaron was only mildly curious. What kind of feelings could he really have for a mother he'd never even met?

Forty minutes later, he pulled into the Edenfield Group's luxury five-star hotel. ---- He had a permanent reservation in the presidential suite there. After another shower and a change of clothes, he called Clara again. She sounded half-asleep. "What now? I was just about to crash." Aaron: "So, have you decided how to reward me?" Clara bit her lip. "Depends. What kind of reward are we talking about?" Aaron: "Does what I want even matter?" Clara: "As long as it's not too outrageous, I'll consider it" Aaron: "Great.

Let's start by pulling that nightgown strap down and then we'll-" Clara nearly choked. "Are you out of your damn mind?!" Aaron chuckled. "I once handled a case about a college professor who got addicted to chatting with beautiful women online-full-on phone sex. He ended up losing his entire life savings and went to the cops trying to sue the site." Clara's interest was piqued. "Ooh, then what happened?" ---- Aaron said, "Well, after that, I got kinda curious. I mean, seriously-can it really be that thrilling through a screen?

Enough to make an educated man lose his damn mind?" Clara: "Wait, wait-I'm not asking about your curiosity! I want to know if the professor got his money back!" Aaron lowered his voice, letting it drip with suggestion. "Oh? You're that curious?" Clara nodded. Aaron smirked. "Well then, maybe we can help each other out. I satisfy your curiosity-you satisfy mine." Clara nearly broke a tooth grinding her jaw. "So what-you tell me the rest of the case, and I give you phone sex? In your dreams!" She hung up and, still fuming, chucked her phone across the room. Aaron burst out laughing.

God, what was wrong with him? Why did teasing his wife feel like the best entertainment in the world?