Page 205 of The Baby Twist

He swallowed hard and stared at me. “Yeah. I have a girlfriend back in New York. I didn’t know you lived there too. Fuck.”

“You’re the epitome of a douchebag. I hope you’re proud of yourself.” I shook my head and went back to my seat.

“Told you.” The cocky man next to me smiled.

“Shut up and go back to reading your articles.”

God, I hated men sometimes.

We finally landed at JFK. Getting out of my seat, I grabbed my bag from the overhead and exited the plane. I couldn’t wait to get home.

“You did nothing wrong,” my seatmate said as he caught up with me. “He lied to you. That’s on him.”

“Thank you for your words of wisdom.” I rolled my eyes as we stepped out of the airport.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening,” he said, walking to the left.

I walked over to a cab that was waiting at the curb.

“You need a ride?” the driver asked.

“Yes, I do.” I opened the door, threw my carry-on in the backseat, and climbed in.

“Where to, lady?” the cab driver asked.

“1022 Lexington Avenue.”

My two best friends and roommates sat on the couch when I entered our apartment.

“It’s about time,” Olivia said, glancing at me.

“We missed you,” Penelope said. “Get your ass over here.” She patted the couch.

“I missed you guys too.” I threw myself in between them.

“So, tell us about this guy who took you back to his hotel room last night. You bad, bad girl.” Olivia grinned.

“Ugh.” I threw my head back. “What a clusterfuck. First of all, the asshole lives here, in New York, and has a girlfriend, after he specifically told me he was single. Now, he’s freaking the fuck out since we were on the plane together, in first class. That’s right.” A smirk crossed my lips. “First class.”

“What? Girl, how did that happen?” Penelope asked.

“I was upgraded when I got to the airport. It was magical.” I grinned. “Anyway, I met this other guy at the airport, and it turned out he was my seatmate.”

“Name?” Olivia stared at me.

“I don’t know,” I said, twisting my face. “I didn’t get his name. He was one of those guys you’d find in a GQ magazine. He looked like he just stepped right off the pages. But,” I held up my finger, “underneath all that sexiness was rudeness and arrogance, which made him unsexy—sort of.” I chewed my bottom lip.

“So now to the most important question,” Penelope said. “Did you find the special fabric Mrs. Lake wants for the tablecloths?”

“I did. The store where I found it had just enough for all the tables. They’re making the tablecloths and will overnight them by the end of next week. Now, all I need to do is go to the florist and have the arrangements made.”

“And how much is this five-year-old birthday bash costing?” Olivia asked.

“Seventy-five thousand dollars.” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, Marley.” Penelope placed her hand on my shoulder. “We need your help.” She pouted.

“We had to fire timid little Ingrid,” Olivia said.