The door popped open as soon as we pulled up. Alyssa, Kevin’s wife, greeted us once we were on the porch. I was stunned at first by her beauty, then hit by a sense of recognition. She had been the woman who had been flirting with Bethany the other day at the gym. I would never have guessed that she would have been interested in women, especially since she was married to a man as uber-dominate as Kevin.
When she raised an eyebrow at me, I realized I was staring and dropped my gaze as a flush stained my cheeks.
“If I’d known you had interest while we were at the club, girl, I would have jumped on it. But seeing as you always seemed to shy away from me, I figured you were straight,” she teased, causing my embarrassment to rise ten-fold.