Page 2 of The Baby Twist

Lucas

“Whoa! Did you see that?” My best friend Danny laughed.

“Yeah. Poor guy. Do you think you should go help him?”

“Nah. He probably deserved it. That chick is one tough cookie.”

“One tough, beautiful cookie.” I smirked.

I watched the other girl drag her to a table, and the two of them and a guy sat down. I assumed he wasn’t her boyfriend, or else he would have stepped in. I stared at her from across the club. She stood about five foot seven with an amazing body clearly visible through her tight dress. Her long, wavy hair was a subtle brown with blonde highlights. She was very beautiful and sexy, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, even though she had just sent that man on the dance floor to his knees. The view ofher was becoming less clear as people crowded around us, and she disappeared from my sight.

“Let’s go grab a drink from the bar,” Danny said as he patted my shoulder.

We headed to the bar, and Danny poured me a scotch.

“You’ve really outdone yourself with the club, Danny.” I smiled as I sipped my drink.

“Thanks. It’s been a long time coming. I can’t believe it’s finally open.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the beautiful woman from the dance floor walking up to the bar. As Danny was talking, my focus was on her.

“Dude, obviously, you’re into her. Go talk to her.”

“So she can kick me in the balls?” I smirked.

He let out a laugh as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. “I need to go check something in the stock room.”

As soon as he walked away, I turned my attention back to her. I stood behind her as I watched Cody hand her a glass of scotch.Interesting.

“Her drink is on me,” I shouted to Cody.

I was standing too close since her drink flew all over my suit when she abruptly turned around.

“Oh, my God.” She placed her hand over her mouth. “I am so sorry.” She grabbed a handful of napkins from the bar.

“Don’t worry about it.” I took the napkins from her and started wiping the scotch from my suit. “I buy you a drink, and this is the thanks I get?” I spoke with a hint of irritation.

“Really? I’m sorry that you lack respect for personal boundaries and were practically up my ass.” She cocked her head. “I’ll be more than happy to pay for you to get that five-thousand-dollar Tom Ford designer suit cleaned.” She asked the bartender for a pen, wrote something down on a cocktail napkin,and handed it to me. “Here’s my phone number. Let me know how much it costs, and I’ll Venmo or PayPal you the money. By the way, thanks for the drink.”

She walked away and left me standing there speechless.

“Did she just give you her phone number?” Danny asked as he walked up next to me.

I stared down at the napkin and saw her name with her number. “Yeah. Apparently, she did.”

One Week Later

“Good day, Mr. Thorne.”

“Hello, Kenny. Is my suit ready to be picked up?”

“It is. Let me go grab it for you.”

Kenny owned the dry cleaner my family had used for years. I remember coming in here as a child with my nanny when she’d drop off my father’s suits to be cleaned. Every time we came in, Kenny would grab a lollipop from under the counter, lean over, and hand it to me with a smile on his face.

When he walked over with my suit, he set it on the hook and rang me up.