Page 58 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance
placid face. Used to being meek and obedient. She hated it, but
she could turn her training around, at least learn how to use it
to her advantage. Not that she felt she had to do that with
Adalynn, but it was good training for the future. If she was
going to continue to be an escort she didn’t want any details of
her personal life creeping into what was now her professional
one.
“Did you have good parents?” she asked.
Adalynn was obviously more experienced at controlling her
emotions, but something sharp and dark flickered in her eyes.
Her drink from the lounge was finished and she tossed the
wine from the tiny bottle in and sipped at it. “No. I never knew
my dad. Doubtful that my mom knew who he was either. She
was a drunk. Straight up. I was the one who took care of her
most of the time.”
“Fuck.” The word came out without thinking. Cassia was
surprised at herself. She didn’t swear. Ever. Adalynn didn’t
seem surprised.
“Yeah.” She tossed back her wine, finishing it in a long
gulp. “That pretty much sums it up.”
“How did you get into photography?”
Adalynn sighed. She shifted her legs, arranging them neatly
under the sleek black dress she wore. It was simple, but
elegant, and outlined her body in the kind of classy detail that
would leave mouths hanging open in her wake. “That’s a
longer story, but I’ll give you the short version. The school I
went to was trash. Inner city, underfunded, rough. But it had a
dark room, and I took a photography class. I was hooked. I
stole one of the cameras. I loved using film, since the whole
dark room experience was so amazing. It was probably the one
