Page 33 of Fragile Kiss (Fragile 2)
“Come on. I’m so lonely.”
“Don’t you have, like, a million followers on there?” He didn’t know what “there” was exactly, so he just nodded at her phone that seemed glued to her hand.
She scoffed. “They’re not friends, Cayden. Not like you are.” The look on her face—calm but mischievous, she knew exactly what she was doing and wasn’t sorry about it—almost made him squirm. It was like she was looking straight through him, into his very soul.
“I’m your trainer, Katharina,” he attempted weakly.
“Do trainers get together with their clients?” At Cayden’s confused look, she reminded him, “You know, last week when we had dinner and came back here.”
Shit, caught me. In his head, he held up his hands in surrender and melted into the floor. “What about it?”
“What was that?”
“We had dinner.”
“A very delicious dinner,” she purred, glancing at her phone then at his torso. “It was nice afterwards, as well.”
“Katharina,” Cayden interrupted. “Nothing happened that night. I told you about Lillian when we came back and then I went back home.”
With a cheeky pout, she made puppy eyes at him.
“And, actually, I would’ve liked to have known Lillian was coming.” He didn’t mean to say it, but he also kind of did.
“And why is that?” she retorted, that mischievous hint of a smile on her lips. “If we aren’t friends, why should I tell you what my plans are?”
Before he could control it, a groan came from his throat. “Listen,” he started, but realized that what he wanted to say probably wouldn’t be such a good idea. “I have to go now.”
“You won’t stay for a little while? I have a little scotch in a bottle that I would like to drink up. It’s just enough for two tastes.”
“I have things to do this afternoon.”
“What kind of things?”
“Personal things,” he said a little too sharply, and started toward the door.
“I wasn’t meaning to intrude,” she whimpered as he opened the door and put his foot out.
He turned around and saw her standing there in the middle of the room, her eyes fixated on him.
“I really didn’t.” Her face was, for once, expressionless.
Cayden couldn’t make himself say anything.
“Are you going to see Lillian? You two were in a relationship?”
He hesitated a second and then nodded.
“You haven’t seen her in a while, have you?”
Before he realized what he was doing, he grimaced. Immediately he swept the look off his face, but not before Katharina saw
it.
“And you haven’t spoken in a while?”
“We...” He definitely didn’t want to share anything about his situation with Lillian with this woman. Not with her social media following and famous contacts. “It’s complicated.”
“I see.” She looked at the floor and touched the tip of her foot to the edge of her bookshelf. “Do you need a car?”
