Page 6 of The Baby Twist
“No. Of course not. Do I give off that impression?”
“I don’t know yet. I’m still trying to figure you out.”
We finished dinner, and I asked her if she wanted dessert before we left the restaurant. She said no, so I paid the bill, and we left. As we exited the restaurant, I needed to make my move. But with this one, I needed to be careful, or I’d end up on my knees holding my balls.
“It’s a beautiful evening. Would you like to go for a walk in Central Park?”
“That sounds great and all, but I’d love another scotch. Know anywhere I can get one?” A seductive smile crossed her lips.
“I have a full bottle back at my place.”
“Then let’s go.” She hooked her arm around mine.
“Let me call my driver and tell him we’re ready to leave.”
“You have a driver?”
“I do.”
“I bet you live in a high-rise penthouse too.” She glanced at me with a smirk.
“I do.” I gave her a nod. “But I’m sure you already knew that since you called out my five-thousand-dollar suit that night.”
“Not really. Some guys like to pretend they’re rich by wearing expensive suits, but in reality, they don’t have a penny to their name.”
I let out a chuckle. As Thaddeus pulled up, I opened the door, and we climbed inside.
“Back to my place, Thaddeus.”
“Of course.” He gave me a nod through the rearview mirror.
Jenna
It turned out to be a better evening than I thought. Mr. Lucas Thorne was charming and sinfully sexy. The scent that lingered from him was sexually enticing. I didn’t remember that smell on him at the club. But it was the first thing that caught my attention when I sat down at the table. I leaned over as we sat in the back of the limousine and smelled his neck.
“What are you doing?” he asked with a confused look on his face.
“Shh. I’m concentrating. Fig, black plum, patchouli, coriander, and a hint of leather. Very masculine.” I smiled. “Must be Tom Ford’s Noir Extreme.”
“How—Are you some sort of men’s cologne expert?”
“Nah. I have a very sensitive nose. Were you wearing that cologne at the club?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm. I mustn’t have been able to smell it with all the other people there who were wearing perfume and cologne. Either that, or you bathed in it before meeting me at the restaurant.”
“I most certainly did not! I dabbed on what I always do.”
I started to laugh at how offended he was. We pulled up to his building, and when he climbed out first, he held out his hand to me. Taking it, I stepped out and stood in front of the enormously tall building.
“I hope you don’t mind heights,” Lucas spoke as I followed him through the large glass doors.
“Good evening, Mr. Thorne. Ma’am,” the gentleman in the navy blue suit with the matching cap spoke.
“Good evening, Russell,” Lucas replied.
“Good evening.” I gave him a friendly smile.
