“You insufferable smart ass!”
Alexa stormed past him towards her private tack room. She could hear the distinctive sound of the mares iron shoes on the cement as Andre led her into the wash-rack. Hearing the sound of the water running as he rinsed the mare off before putting her up for the night only made it worse and Alexa threw her riding helmet onto one of the chairs and kicked the sand from her boots.
She knew she was wrong for working her mare so hard tonight and she felt bad. Inside she was still burning with the bitter rage of Brent’s rejection. “To hell with him,” she thought. “Two could play this game.”
Alexa unpinned her hair and bent over at the waist to shake the long natural curls loose, using her fingers to fluff the ends. She flipped her head back as she stood up and let them fall freely down her back. Her white sleeveless button-down shirt was wet from her feverish workout and was clinging to her skin. Undoing the buttons one at a time, stopping at the one just above the center of her bra, feeling the cool night air against her skin. And at that moment a plan crossed her mind.