Page 1 of The Baby Twist
BABY DRAMA
SANDI LYNN
Chapter One
Jenna
We slipped into the club among the crowd and made a beeline for the bar. It was opening night for JAMS, a brand-new club we were exclusively invited to, thanks to Bri’s boyfriend Carson, who designed the place.
“Carson did a really good job with the place. Don’t you think?” Bri shouted over the loud music that had the place shaking.
“Sure.” A fake smile fell upon my lips.
I couldn’t stand Carson, and Bri knew it. In fact, Carson knew it too. And he couldn’t stand me because he knew he couldn’t pull one over on me. They’d only been dating about six months, and he’d already managed to get her to move in with him, leaving me alone in the apartment we shared and leaving me with the entire rent and utilities. I would be happy for her if he were a decent guy, but he wasn’t. We tolerated each other for Bri’s sake. He was a control freak, and he liked to control her. She was weak and vulnerable, and he knew it the moment he met her. What he didn’t bargain for was me—the best friend who was strong and who didn’t and wouldn’t put up with his bullshit.
“What can I get you?” the masculine bartender asked as he leaned over the counter.
“Scotch. One ice cube only.” I pointed at him.
“Got it.” He grinned.
“And for you?” he asked Bri.
“She’ll have a cosmopolitan. Light on the liquor,” Carson interrupted.
“She can order her own drink,” I scowled at him.
“She could. But I’m here and ordered it for her.” His eye narrowed at me.
Douchebag.
“It’s fine, Jenna. He knows exactly what I like.”
“That’s right, baby.” He smiled as he hooked his arm around her.
Rolling my eyes, the bartender set my drink down in front of me. Picking it up, I didn’t hesitate to throw more than half of it down the back of my throat. As I scanned the club, the dance floor was no longer visible. Every single space of it was occupied with people dancing and having a great time.
“Let’s go dance!” Bri smiled as she grabbed my hand.
“Hold on.” I downed the rest of my scotch and set my glass on the bar.
Carson followed us to the dance floor.Of course, he did. Bri wasn’t allowed to be out of his sight for two seconds. Magically, space opened for us as a group of people left the floor and headed to their tables. We moved to the beat of the music, our hands in the air as we jumped up and down, making us feel alive and forgetting our daily problems. I was so lost in the music that I didn’t even notice the guy behind me was sexually moving his hips to grind up against me. I’d finally noticed when I felt something hard press against my ass. Turning around, I glared at him.
“You’re in my space,” I shouted.
“I happen to like your space, baby.”
“Is that so?” I asked as I continued dancing.
“Yeah. How about we get out of here so I can invade more of your space?”
I placed my hands on his shoulders, bit down on my bottom lip seductively, and batted my pretty blue eyes at him. As I leaned in to whisper something in his ear, I lifted my knee and pulverized his balls.
“WTF!” He fell to his knees as he held on tightly to his balls.
“Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, do or say that to another woman again! You treat women with respect! Understand me?” I pointed down at him.
“Oh, my God. I can’t take you anywhere,” Bri said as she grabbed my hand and led me off the dance floor.
