she left the lounge. Her heels clicked across the tile floor until
she was back on a carpeted strip between a bank of silver
elevators.
As she went up to the fifth floor, she tried to swallow down
the thick lump that had lodged there. It wasn’t fear or anxi
ety,
and it wasn’t quite nerves either. Her palms were still damp
when she reached the door with the matching number on the
key card. She swiped it into the lock and waited for the green
light to flash before she pushed the door open.
The room was tidy, done in whites and grays and golds.
There was a queen bed with a fluffy white comforter, a huge
picture of a tree in black and white above it, a black desk and a
black side table with two black and chrome chairs.
Cassia didn’t get further than that. Her eyes were
immediately drawn to Adalynn, who sat in one chair, the drink
from the lounge in front of her. She said nothing, but she did
look up. Her eyes were an inferno, so hot and sharp that they
cut right through Cassia, and she had trouble catching her
breath again.
“Thank you for agreeing to meet up here. I just…I have…
people think I’m a certain person. No, that’s not right either.
I…” For someone who talked so openly a few nights ago,
Adalynn seems completely flustered.
It was oddly warming, and since Cassia didn’t want to stand
over her, she pulled out the opposite chair and sunk down. It
was hard and uncomfortable, but she barely noticed. She bit
down on her bottom lip and studied the faint pink blush on
Adalynn’s carved porcelain cheeks.
She was a work of art, like a woman who had stepped out of