Avoiding Intimacy by K. A. Linde Read Free Book Online

with a particularly attractive blonde at the moment. Chyna wasn’t even surprised that the woman was basically molesting him or that he was letting her.
    They weren’t together. Their arrangement had nothing to do with that. It was only about lust, need, hate, and passion, and she liked to keep it at that.
    Still, there was some kind of draw she felt to him—that she had always felt to him. It was strangely magnetic. It made her want to claw her way out of her clothes one minute and then slap him clear across the face the next minute…before letting him tie her to the bed and tease her until he forgave her. It was a never-ending cycle—lusting after a man who had the power to break her and knowing half of the time she wanted him to.
    “He is extraordinary, isn’t he?”
    someone asked from behind her.
    Chyna made the mistake of swiveling in place, twisting the train up around her ankles and nearly sloshing her Champagne on the priceless one-of-a-kind dress. She teetered in place, rearranging the skirt in her mile-high shoes before glancing up at the woman who stood before her.
    She was plain in a way that made Chyna wonder if she had modeled when she was younger. Makeup, smiling eyes, and a camera could cover up plainness real quick. Wearing a molded burgundy mermaid gown tapered to a deep V in the back, she had the taste of someone accustomed to high fashion. Her only accessory besides her shimmery gold clutch was one long strand of white pearls that hung from her slender neck. Chyna would recognize the swirly Corsa logo on the clasp anywhere; after all, her mother had worked for them.
    “Who?” Chyna asked, smiling sweetly at the woman.
    “You know who,” she said, slinking forward slightly.
    Chyna glanced back at Marco who was speaking confidently into a tiny microphone.
    “He is,” Chyna answered her initial question.
    “With, if I might add, impeccable taste,” she said with a smile that didn’t quite match her face.
    “Why, thank you,” Chyna said, wondering who the hell this woman was.
    She recognized quite a few of the faces in here, at least all the ones that really mattered. Yet, this was not a familiar face.
    “Excuse
    me,
    I’m
    being
    rude.
    Cassandra,” the woman said, holding out her hand.
    “Pleasure,” Chyna responded.
    “You’re
    American,”
    Cassandra
    commented.
    Chyna didn’t know if it was a negative or
    positive
    feature.
    The
    woman’s
    expression gave away nothing. Chyna never knew how people did that.
    “Very.” She smiled wider and took a sip of her Champagne.
    Cassandra chuckled softly, eyeing her flute of champagne but not taking a sip of it. “However did he find you? Have you ever even modeled before? You seem like a natural. Maybe he didn’t even need much time to mold you.”
    It was a bit presumptuous. Alright, it was very presumptuous, but Chyna could appreciate that. In fact, it was a breath of fresh air in the crashing sea she had been wading through all summer.
    “Forgive me,” the woman said in a way that made it seem as if she had no reason to be forgiven. “I continue with my rude behavior.”
    “Seemed alright to me. Did you want something?” Chyna asked, trying to get to the point.
    “I believe so,” she said, surveying Chyna. “Yes, I believe I do.”
    All Chyna wanted to say was that she wasn’t all that into chicks because this woman was looking at her like she was deciding whether or not to take her home.
    Chyna didn’t know what to make of it.
    Was she flirting with her or just being odd?
    “I’d like to offer you a job,”
    Cassandra told her finally.
    “Excuse me?” Chyna asked, staring back at the woman as if she were a martian. She hadn’t decided on what she was going to do now that her summer endeavor with Marco was coming to its conclusion. For the most part, she had been waiting for him to come to terms with the fact that he needed to keep her.
    He needed a model for his line, and she was his model. He had all but created