Page 30 of Autumn's Coming

I knew it was fast. I knew I didn’t know much about him. But I was drawn to him, enchanted, and I couldn’t fight it.

We were supposed to be together.

I knew I’d crossed lines. I’d met him at a strip club, and again in class. It was probably a problem for me to be fucking my professor, but…

Well, it’s not like I was doing it to get a better grade.

I had a lot to think about, and not a lot of time to dwell on it. I had to get to work soon, and pray that I could beg my way into a double.

Rent wasn’t going to pay itself, and I wasn’t ready to fully trust Cody yet.

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My feet ached, my muscles were sore, and my phone wouldn’t stop blowing up.

I hadn’t talked to Cody yet. I was tired, and I still had so much to think about.

But he kept texting me, and that worried me just a little.

What if he was controlling? What if he was demanding? Abusive?

I wanted him, but I had to remember that I didn’t know him well.

I tried not to think about him, but God, it was hard.

Every time I paused, even for a second, I could feel his hands on me, his body against mine.

I could still feel the tingly aftershocks of an orgasm.

And as much as I tried to talk myself out of it, I was sure that I would see him again. Probably tonight.

No man had ever gotten under my skin so fast.

Even if he’d cost me a well-paying job, I wanted more.

And with my shift drawing to a close, I was already thinking about what I’d say to him.

My manager came back to find me where I was rolling silverware in the kitchen. “Allison, we just sat you a table. C-7.”

Still not my name, I thought, but smiled and grabbed my notepad. C-7 was in the back, a quiet little booth that was hard to see until you were right up on it.

I almost screamed when I saw who was sitting there.

Cody.

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