Platinum (All That Glitters #3) by K. A. Linde Read Free Book Online Page A

she told herself as she made her way out onto the dance floor.
    Dance was always her outlet, and she hadn’t been doing as much of it as she would have liked. She used to take Cassidy’s pole class in her spare time, but last semester, she had been swamped with work, and then she had been gone for break. Ballet was a close second. After her time at the New York City Dance House, she had enrolled in a ballet class at LV State, but that had only lasted a semester. Those classes hadn’t really fit into her schedule.
    But she still had this.
    She raised her hands over her head and started dancing seductively in the middle of the crowded room. Her body moved perfectly in sync to the music blaring through the speakers, and she let adrenaline fuel her forward. This was power and passion, lust and love, all rolled into one incredible package. And it was free for her to claim at all times.
    Her eyes landed on the Patrick guy who Eric had pointed out to her. She had no interest in being with a football player and knew that she wouldn’t stoop to Stacia’s level, but he would do for dancing. He was hot enough.
    She crooked her finger at him, and he lumbered over to her with a smirk on his face. He tried to engage her in conversation, but she ignored his attempts and danced up on him. She pressed her back to his chest and let her head drop backward.
    He was all right but nothing compared to Damon. She figured it didn’t matter if she was just trying not to think anyway.
    Trihn had downed her drink and was halfway through another one that Patrick had bought for her when someone interrupted her dance with Patrick.
    “Mind if I cut in?” he asked in his posh British accent.
    Her head snapped to the side, and her mouth dropped open.
    “Fuck off,” Patrick said.
    He eased his arm around Trihn’s waist and tried to pull her away, but she was rooted in one place.
    “What do you want, Damon?” Trihn asked.
    “A dance,” Damon said.
    He had his hat in his hand and was twirling it between his fingers. She didn’t know if that was a show of confidence or nerves.
    “I thought you made your position clear.”
    “You know you’d rather be dancing with me.”
    Patrick flexed like he was going to butt in, but Trihn just pushed him away.
    “Save a dance for me later,” she said to Patrick.
    “Man, whatever,” Patrick said. He glared at Damon before stomping off like a kid throwing a tantrum.
    Damon tipped his hat back onto his head and smiled. “You’re way too good for him, you know?”
    “We were just dancing. Last I checked, people could do that without having a relationship.”
    He nodded and then pulled her close. Their hips effortlessly moved together. There was no thought to the motion. It was just a seamless perfection.
    But it didn’t explain why he was down here or why he was dancing with her or why he was talking to her at all.
    “What are you doing down here, Damon?”
    “It’s my break.”
    “I went up there and made a fool of myself. Now, you’re here, dancing with me?”
    “You’re a good dancer.”
    Trihn stilled and stared up at him. “What do you want?”
    “Well, I wanted to dance with you,” he said, “but I also wanted to talk to you.”
    “I think we’ve talked enough.”
    “Later. After I get off work, wait for me.”
    His hands landed on her hips again. It was so simple with him. Despite the embarrassment she still felt in his presence, dancing made total sense and made all the other emotions vanish. It was her favorite thing about dancing. Damon just made it that much easier because he was so good.
    “Why should I?” she asked.
    “Just wait for me, okay?”
    He sealed their hips together, and they rolled in heart-stopping circles that pushed her body so tightly against his that she barely had room to breathe. She could feel the hard contours of his washboard abs under the dark T-shirt he wore. Her dress was so short that when he pressed a knee between her legs as they danced, her ass