Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(83)

“Fern is very sorry. Please forgive Fern. She just wants to cheer you up.” She smiled, then gently touched his eyes. “But still, having these bags, you can’t go around like this. What happens if someone sees you? You’d be tainted for life.”

“I know. That’s why I’ve been wearing those glasses. Then Dad yelled at me to come to the hotel, saying it was a life and death situation. You know I had to take the back stairs so no one could recognize me. I feel like a criminal coming to steal something from my own hotel.”

“Ha-ha. Poor Hunter. It must have been tiring trying to escape from all the employees who know you.” Fern laughed. “But it doesn’t matter now. Fern will help you. She has this eye cream that just came out. Fern will give some to you. You just need to apply the eye cream on these spots here if you don’t want to have more ba—”

“Ahem.”

There was a clearing of the throat sound at the door, which alerted both Hunter and Fern, turning their gazes towards the sound. There stood Anton Silverton, his eyes sharp as he took in the sight of his playboy of a cousin and the provocative woman sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck. Somehow his heart was beating fast and he wasn’t sure why, but it must be seeing that unpleasant scene before him.

“Hunter, Uncle needs to see you.” He spoke sharply, then turned on his heel and left.

“Did you see that, Hunter?” Fern asked her friend. “That mannequin looked scary and he didn’t even look at Fern when she was sitting on your lap. He’s really bruising Fern’s ego here,” she whined again.

“Fern, maybe you should go and apologize to him,” Hunter said, lifting her up. “I think you should clear up the misunderstanding. Anton is a very traditional man, after all. He’s not like me. He doesn’t like to see skin.”

“Skin?” Fern looked at Hunter in confusion.

“Yes, skin.”





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“Knock! Knock!” Fern said, then opened the door without permission. “Fern’s here to see Junior Silverton,” she announced.

“Is there anything you need?” Anton asked indifferently, surprised when he heard a musical voice instead of the sound of knocking, followed by the opening of his door.

Fern stood like she owned the place, then came to perch her elegant bottom on the swivel chair facing Anton. With one hand underneath her chin, elbow resting upon Anton’s desk, she glanced at him through her thick eyelashes, putting on her best seductive smile, and said, “Fern is here to apologize for playing a joke on Junior Silverton.” She glanced up to observe the effect her voice had on him.

Anton didn’t even bat an eye. His face was as impassive as ever before. It looked like he was stone cold. Fern tried even harder to get the man to react to her beauty.

“Fern apologizes again. Would Junior Silverton be willing to grant Fern a private audience at lunch? Fern can buy Junior Silverton lunch?”

Anton would have to react now since Fern had never had to use this tactic before. In all of her life, she had never had to lift a finger to get any man to react to her, but this one was proving to be a challenge. No matter, she could handle anything. A bit of a challenge was nothing to freak out about.

Anton, who just listened to Fern talk, couldn’t believe she had the gall to ask him out. He disliked this kind of woman. What was his cousin thinking hanging out with a woman like that? But the more he looked at her, the more he couldn’t suppress his beating heart.

But he hated her. He hated the way she behaved, the way she wore that flimsy material that barely covered her skin. He just wanted to grab a blanket out of the first aid cupboard and wrap it around her. Even if she died due to the suffocation, at least it was better than to die with the humiliation of having that much skin exposed for the male species to feast their eyes on. Even he, Anton Silverton, who was usually unaffected by anything, was starting to feel a niggling sensation running up his spine. God help him, but the more he looked at her form, the more she resembled a fiery goddess out to seduce all men on Earth. But Anton vowed to himself that he was not going to be one of them.