Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(97)

“You!” Fern’s face grew red. “How dare you accuse me like this?”

“You want to get physical, then?” Caroline threatened.

Fern only looked on in shock as Caroline pushed her backwards, somehow turning the doorknob behind her. Having no hard surface to back her now, Fern fell slowly backward, seemingly suspended in midair for eternity. She knew then that when she hit that hard floor below, she would earn herself a concussion or at least a huge bruise on the back of her head. How was she going to look pretty for Anton if she had a bruise on her head?





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Anton couldn’t seem to get any work done. All his thoughts were consumed with that fiery red-haired woman who dressed like a seductress. He tried checking the agenda of their elderly program again, the one he’d asked Clarice to do her oral health presentation for, but he still couldn’t concentrate.

What in God’s name had that woman done to his peace of mind? All he could see was her stretching out on his desk, her arms tightly winding around his neck and those kissable lips asking him why he was so busy with his work that he couldn’t spend a little time with her.

Anton shook his head again, trying to break away from his fantasies. Cursing himself for feeling this way about that woman, he settled back into work mode. Except this time it wasn’t his wayward mind corrupting his work, but the noises outside his door.

What in God’s name is going on? he thought, standing up. He could hear shouting, then whispering. Who was outside his door? Didn’t they know not to interrupt him when he was working?

Anton had enough and stormed to the door, about to confront whoever it was that had dared to break his concentration, when he saw the door miraculously open on its own accord. In fell the woman that had his mind turned into a puddle of soup, landing right in his arms.

They had their eyes locked and… and… My God, she was bright. What in God’s name was she wearing? It hurt his tired eyes. Maybe he should start wearing those sunglasses Hunter had bought him.

“Junior Silverton?” Fern uttered when she saw his upside-down face gazing at her from above. “You saved me.”

“Uh…” Anton was speechless. What did she say? And did she just speak in first person?

“Anton!” Caroline cried out innocently when she realized it was Anton’s office Fern had fallen into.

Drat! She failed. She knew Anton hated to be interrupted when he was working. Though, right now, he didn’t look mad as he stared at that parrot woman. She knew she must say something to hide her true motive.

“Miss Fern here accidently opened your door. I tried to tell her you were surely busy, but she wouldn’t listen. I know how you hate to be interrupted while working.”

“What?” Fern was flabbergasted at that accusation. It was that Caroline woman who had turned the doorknob, shoving her like a petty schoolgirl. She’d had about enough of this woman playing innocent, the sly fox, so Fern jerked her head forward, in turn banging into Anton’s forehead, which led to Anton stumbling over backwards, falling onto his butt.

But the train didn’t end there as Anton gripped onto Fern’s arms as he fell, leading to both being sprawled, tangled with the other, ending with a growl and a whine of pain from Anton and Fern respectively.

“What in the pickle just happened?” Winton asked, coming in at that precise moment. “Are you making out with Miss Fern, boss?” Winton asked stupidly.

“Winton, you… Arrgghhh!” What to call his brainless fool of a secretary? He wasn’t making out with this woman. He was in fact being crushed. Good God, she was heavy.