an open mind.”
“I was supposed to have dinner and then go to a show,”
Cassia found herself saying. She immediately felt stupid, like
she was rambling. “It was a paid thing.” She shut her eyes.
Cursed herself for not being able to keep her thoughts to
herself. Was it Adalynn? Could she draw the truth from
anyone, just like that?
“A paid thing,” Adalynn repeated, and turned that over
while she took another sip.
The perfect, creamy column of her throat worked when she
swallowed. Cassia’s mouth went bone dry when she imagined
leaning in and tasting Adalynn there. Sinking her teeth in.
Scraping them along the fine porcelain skin. Tasting that pale
silk.
“I guess you could say that I’m an escort.” Why can’t I just
shut up? “I just started. It’s not something I want to do forever.
I actually hate that word. Escort. I don’t know why I just used
it. I’m a waitress. Parties, gigs, that kind of a thing. And I
sometimes provide companionship. A date. Not the…not the
rest.” She didn’t know why she cared what Adalynn thought.
She herself said she had an open mind.
She didn’t seem to be surprised by what Cassia was saying.
“I’ve never been with anyone that way,” she blurted. Painful
heat flooded her face. She felt the need to explain, to justify
that, since Adalynn probably didn’t believe her. “You were
right. I’m not…my father was going to make me marry
someone I didn’t love, so I left. He cut me off. I-I could never
admit to him that it wasn’t just his choice. It was the fact that
he was a him.”
Something sparked in Adalynn’s eyes. Understanding?