Chapter 32
AlexaI spotted Graham as soon as I walked into Logan’s. His hands slid down the back of a firmly built woman and then settled squarely on her a*s. The woman in the skintight outfit and “f**k me” pumps laughed. Graham’s familiar smirk shined down on her. Not until he lifted his eyes and met mine did he push the woman away.
“Oh, shit.”
The expletive got the petite, but muscled, woman to turn around and blanch before blushing. I approached them with calm resolve.
“I see you’re getting to know my new instructor. Oh, wait. That’s right. You two already know each other.” I pressed my lips together and tried to keep my nostrils from flaring like a longhorn bull.
“Look, Alexa, this isn’t what it looks like. I was telling Trista that she and I are just going to be friends.”
“Really
