Page 19 of Autumn's Coming

“I saw that you just joined the class today. I’m Cody Gray.”

I swallowed. “Uh, hi. I’m Autumn. Autumn Jenkins.”

I couldn’t help myself—I gave him a once-over. He was dressed in a nice suit; it looked like he was going to the office after teaching.

But nothing could conceal the bulge in his pants.

It made me remember last night again, the way I’d bounced on the stage for him to see.

My mouth felt dry.

“Autumn. Nice to meet you,” he said. “If you need any help catching up, feel free to email me.”

I nodded, glancing around.

We were alone in the classroom.

I wanted to throw myself at him.

But instead I threw my bag on my shoulder and nodded. “Yeah, I will. Thank you. I, uh—I gotta run.”

I turned and bolted.

He hadn’t recognized me.

Or he was too polite to say anything.

Or…

Or he wasn’t attracted to me when he was sober.

I made it to my car, putting my head down on the wheel.

There was no reason for me to be upset, but here I was—close to tears.

No. No time for that.

I had to get to work. I had to pay rent. I had more important things to do than worry about whether some guy liked me or not.

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