Page 32 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance

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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?

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