Chapter 63: The way Jennings played her

Autumn thought for a second. “He set it up like he was trying to get a rise out of me. Trying to see how much shit I was willing to take. But no, he didn’t give it until he was sure I was straight.”

“So he didn’t want you to teach his gay son to write until he had seen you,” Montana gestured at her body, with a slight smile creeping onto his face, “and until he was sure you were straight.”

“Are you saying it was a requirement that I be straight?”

“Didn’t you say Jennings was a chess player?”

Autumn stood up. “You think he was trying to whore me out to his son? That he was trying to pay me to sleep with him, to turn Steve back into a ‘normal’ person by fucking him?”

The restaurant grew silent. She really did this sort of thing too much. She had to learn to watch where and when she was having this kind of outburst.

Montana didn’t say anything. He just looked up at her, embarrassment clear on his face.