Page 4 of Autumn's Coming

I frowned at him and turned away.

It took another hour for my phone to buzz in my pocket. When it did, I excused myself to run to the bathroom, locking myself in a stall.

It was a text from Jessie.

You’re on! You start tonight. Be at the club at nine. Dress sexy, wear makeup and heels. I’ll meet you there babe! xoxo

I owed her. A lot.

Jessie was saving my ass, whether she realized it or not.

I just hoped I didn’t fuck it up. What if the men at the club thought I was gross? What if the owner hated me?

I was grateful, but I was also scared shitless.

I just had to make it work for one semester. That’s all.

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