Chapter 10
GrahamAlexa: Date was a bust. What are you up to?
The surprising text lit up my phone and my mood. Rather than communicate via messaging, I called her.
“Oh, hi. I didn’t expect you to call me.”
“You wanted to know what I was doing. I was sitting here l*****g my wounds because one of Austin’s most stunning women put me off until this weekend.”
In truth, Sierra was coming over later, when she finished slinging drinks at a whiskey bar downtown—slender, wicked Sierra with purple streaks in her jet hair and a matching pair of butterfly tattoos on her hip bones. I viewed them as placement markers for my thumbs.
I wondered if Sierra was her real name. Given the unnaturally large globes on her narrow-ribbed chest, I figured that at some point she’d been a stripper. She had the tal
