Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(80)

Winton didn’t realize he was gawking and drool was forming on the corner of his lips until she slid past him toward the restricted staff-only area. Blinking a few times for his wayward mind to return back to reality, he clamped his mouth shut, swiped the drool off the side of his chin, and raced to catch up to the beauty that had caught his eyes.

“Miss, I’m sorry, but you can’t pass this area. This is a no patron area. Only staff is allowed in here,” he said sweetly by way of blocking her passage with his body.

The woman gazed at him under her lashes. “But Fern has someone she needs to see. Can’t you just let her in? It’s very important to her.”

Winton couldn’t handle being spoken to like this. He felt his legs turning into jelly. He always had a soft spot for sweet beauty like this woman here. Especially if she was referring to herself in the third person.

“I’m sorry, miss, but I can’t.”

“Really?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with sadness, her lips pouting. And she even batted her eyelashes again just for effect.

“I… I could get that person for you.” Winton tried to woo her and stood a little straighter so he could look manlier.

For someone who was on par with Anton Silverton, the same age and everything, Winton couldn’t help feeling inferior to the man. Where Anton was blessed with thick brown hair, Winton was starting to turn into a silvery grey fox, what with the silver lining on his temple already. And it didn’t look good either when there was a potbelly on its way too. He needed to get those extra pounds off if he wanted to attract any woman at all. He just needed a beautiful woman to motivate him to do this. And he just hoped this woman in front of him here would be his prize for losing all that extra weight.

“I… can’t.” Winton still stood his ground. “Who do you need? I can call for him. You can just—”

Blue blazes, the woman was winding her arms around him, and Winton almost peed in his pants. He had never been this close to a beautiful creature before. He couldn’t even think straight, let alone react. This was outside the bounds of their office rules. No sexual conduct in Silverton Enterprises between strangers or office workers. She was a stranger, but he had no doubt he’d just broken the rules.

“What is going on here?”

Winton turned to the voice and there was the CEO of the hotel, all serious-looking, Anton Silverton. Winton tried unwinding the arms of the beautiful creature, but she was like a leech, sucking him until he was out of energy.

The woman turned to the man and ran her eyes down the length of his body. Smiling as she saw the man who interrupted her, wearing a suit that was not as expensive as this gentleman with the growing potbelly, she assumed immediately that he must be the underling of Mr. Potbelly.

“Fern is here to see Hunter,” she announced. “Are you the secretary here? Please bring Hunter to Fern,” she instructed.

Anton almost gaped in horror at the sight of the woman before him. She was like the devil, dressed all in red with red sharp claws and lips that were so scarlet it hurt his eyes to look at. And the gall of her to even assume he was a secretary.

“I…” Anton couldn’t pretend to speak; in fact, he was that speechless.

“Fern would like to speak with Hunter.” She came to stand in front of Anton and with her heels, her head was level with his.

Eye to eye, nose to nose, and lips to lips, Anton couldn’t help feeling a slight thump in the rhythm of his heart. There was no denying there was some sort of electric shock running through his being.

Fern cocked her head to one side. This man, why was he not having any reaction to her? He looked so serious and still, like a mannequin.