Page 15 of Autumn's Coming

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I didn’t dance again tonight, thank God.

Maybe Max understood that it wasn’t what I was here to do—I was a waitress, not a performer.

But still, the tips were incredible. The men stayed respectful, and at the end of the night, I counted my tips to find I’d earned three hundred dollars.

More than I earned in a week at the pub.

Jessie looked at me and grinned. “Not that bad, huh?” We sat backstage in the dressing room, drinking a couple of beers before heading home.

“Not that bad,” I agreed. “Pretty amazing, actually. I can pay rent now!”

She laughed. “That’s all I want. And I’ll keep working on Max to keep you off the dance rotation, okay? I told him you weren’t a dancer. He shouldn’t have done that to you.”

I shrugged. “It wasn’t that bad, really. Maybe I’ll pick up some moves while I’m here. You’ll have to teach me how to do that body-wave thing.”

“A body roll?” She demonstrated, moving her spine in ways I could only dream of.

“Yeah, that’s it.” It was a sexy move, one I wanted to learn.

“I’ll teach you,” she said. “Tomorrow?”

“Maybe? I have that class in the morning, and then work.”

“Right, right. Well, we’ll make some time, okay? I promise, I’ll get you bumping and grinding like a pro.”

I laughed. I would never be able to do it like a pro, but a little more skill wouldn’t hurt.

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