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

---- your claim?" Clara waved it off. "I don't think that's necessary." Sierra added gently, "Still... now that you're married, it can't just be one-sided effort. Aaron's taken ninety steps toward you. Maybe take one or two toward him?" Scarlett jumped in with a grin, "Exactly! And if you go, I'll lend you my stylist. You'll be the hottest woman in the room." Clara laughed. "Alright, alright. I'll think about it." Time flew by in their chatter and laughter. Before leaving, Scarlett pulled them in for a selfie. "Come on, come on! First girls' night-this has to be documented!

I'm posting it!" "No, no, no! Don't post that!" Clara panicked. "I don't want internet sleuths digging up my whole life!" ---- Scarlett waved her off. "Relax. I'm posting it on my private account-just close friends." As they walked out into the living room, Derek caught a glimpse of the photo and smirked. "Whoa. Who needs beauty filters when you've got this much FaceTune? I almost didn't recognize you." Scarlett lunged toward him, playfully threatening to yank his ear. "What, you think only passport photos count as 'real'? So we're all just catfishing, huh? What about you?

You touch up your pictures too, don't lie!" Derek threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay! My bad! I take it back!" Scarlett huffed. "You'll pay for that later." The lively day finally wound down. After her shower, Clara sat on the couch and opened the gift box Scarlett had given her. Inside was a stunning golden anklet-delicate ---- and beautifully crafted. Tiny gold petals hung from the chain, each one tipped with a small bell that chimed softly with the slightest movement. Clara normally didn't wear accessories-too much of a hassle for her day-to-day work. But this one?

She couldn't stop looking at it. It wouldn't get in the way, since it went around the ankle. So she curled up on the couch, pulled her leg up, and tried to fasten it. Aaron walked over and sat beside her. One hand reached down and gently lifted her foot. "Let me. Clara shook her head. "I've got it." But his hand didn't loosen. His grip was firm, but gentle. His palm was warm, the heat seeping through the sole of her foot, sending a tiny shiver up her spine. Once the anklet was clasped, he didn't let go.

---- Instead, his fingers began tracing the arch of her foot-slow, unhurried, like he'd just discovered something fascinating. Her feet were soft and smooth, fair-skinned with delicate lines. Even her toes were perfectly shaped-cute and round. Aaron was in awe. Nature really did play favorites. How could men and women be so different? Her skin was silk under his touch, and as his fingers continued their slow exploration, a heat stirred in his chest, darkening his gaze. Clara noticed the shift immediately and blurted out, "Didn't you say you wanted a reward?

I'm ready." Aaron's eyes lit up, instantly alert. "Oh yeah? What'd you prepare for me?" Clara pulled her foot back and sat upright, speaking slowly, deliberately. "It's not a gift, per se. It's me. And my skills." ---- She stood up and reached for his hand. "You must be sore after the trip, right? I'll give youa massage. Don't look down on me-I'ma licensed pro!" Aaron let her lead him, raising an eyebrow in amusement. Alright. If he couldn't devour her right now... A massage would do.