Page 5 of The Baby Twist
“I think everyone saw that.” He chuckled.
“Well, he deserved it for the things he said. I’m all for some dirty talk when it’s warranted, but he took it upon himself to grind up against me without my permission, therefore disrespecting my personal space. Plus, his line was lame.”
“What did he say to you?”
“He said he wanted to take me out of the club and invade more of my personal space.” I rolled my eyes, and Lucas let out a laugh.
“You’re right. That is lame. I guess he deserved what you gave him.”
The waiter brought our food and set our plates down in front of us. As Lucas picked up his fork, his stare never left me.
“What?” I bashfully smiled.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Jenna Larson. That’s why I bought you that drink at the club. The one you so gracefully spilled all over my suit. And before you go on a tangent about how I have little respect for people’s boundaries, the club was crowded, and there were people all around that bar. I just squeezed into the closest space I could get because I wanted to meet you.”
Maybe he wasn’t a jerk after all. Maybe I had pegged him all wrong.
“Okay. Thank you for that.” My lips formed a smile.
“You’re welcome.” He gave me a sexy wink.
Chapter Three
Lucas
Not only was she sexy as hell and smart, but she also liked to drink scotch. I honestly didn’t think a woman could be any sexier. My cock was throbbing as I sat at the table. It ached to be inside her, and I prayed to God she would agree to join me back at my place after dinner. All I needed was one night with her. One night to explore that gorgeous body under that dress. My cock started to rise at the thought, and I needed to settle it down.
“What do you do for a living?” I asked her as I cut into my steak.
“I work as a secretary for a small company.”
“A secretary?” I arched my brow.
“Yes. Is something wrong with being a secretary?”
“No. Not at all. I just got the impression that you would be doing something a little more—I mean, you seem?—”
“Too smart just to be doing secretarial work?”
“Yeah. I don’t mean to offend you, and I’m sorry if I did.”
“No offense taken. When I moved to New York a year ago, I needed a job ASAP, and they happened to be hiring.”
“So, you’re not from New York?”
“No. I’m from Massachusetts.”
“May I ask why you left and came here?”
“There were a lot of reasons. One of those reasons is because my best friend lives here. She was still living with her mom, so we got an apartment together and agreed to split the rent and the bills. Then she met her douchebag controlling boyfriend, and he managed to get her to move in with him.”
“I take it you don’t like him?” He smirked.
“I can’t stand him. Bri, my best friend, is—how do I put this? She’s weak in the sense that she can’t stand up for herself. All she talked about was wanting to meet a man who worshipped her. She’s dated some pretty douchy guys over the years, but Carson takes the cake. He’s one of those men who singles out weak women he can control to make up for his tiny penis and knows just the right things to say to make them fall under his spell.”
“You sound like a man-hater.” A small smile crossed my lips.
“I don’t hate men. If I did, I wouldn’t be having dinner with you. I just hate the ones who feel they’re superior to women. Do you feel like that?” Her brow raised.
