Page 12 of Autumn's Coming

I looked to Andrea and chuckled. “I guess that’s my cue.”

She grinned and grabbed one of the napkins on the table. I watched her grab a pen from her purse. She wrote her name and number on the napkin before pressing it into my hand. “Call me if you need a date for the wedding.”

“Oh, I will. Thank you.”

I watched her walk away, her ass swaying under her tight skirt.

Maybe she’d be coming with me on Saturday. Even if we didn’t work out, she’d be a good time for a night.

I flagged down the waitress and handed over my card, paying the whole table’s tab. Dylan threw his arm around me again. “You’re the best, dude. The absolute best. Cool as hell.”

I chuckled. “I know.”

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Half an hour later, the limo dropped us off at Bounce.

I’d never been here, but Dylan assured me it was the best strip club in town, the best place to get a lap dance.

I trusted him.

We paid our cover charge and went up toward the front. The area right around the stage was empty, with most of the crowd back at the bar.

Dylan was already fucked up. He staggered as we walked, leaning heavily on two of his friends. We all quietly agreed that we were only giving him water until he sobered up a little.

He knew he was running a meeting in the morning, since I wouldn’t be in the building.

I needed him to pull it together just a little.

And besides that, security was already onto us. A few men in suits were already casting us wary glances.

I really hoped this didn’t turn into a disaster.

Two girls were on stage. One of them, petite and athletic-looking, was doing rather impressive pole tricks; the other girl looked uncomfortable on stage, awkwardly gyrating to the music.

She was a little off beat, but she was gorgeous.

I leaned back to watch her.

Our eyes met, and her tongue swiped across her lower lip.

Wow.

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