More Than Physical (The Physical Series Book Book 2) by Sierra Hill Page B

anytime in the next century.
    As if his ears were burning with the knowledge that he was being talked about, the phone in her hand chimed with an incoming text from Jackson. She looked down and then back up to Rylie, whose face wore an “ I-told-you-so ” expression.
    “Wait, where are you going?” she asked Rylie, who was quickly fleeing out the door. “We’re not done talking about this, little Miss.”
    Rylie waved her hands in the air behind her. “That’s okay. I’m sure there’ll be plenty to talk about later, after you’ve made your date with Jax.” She smiled and waved, closing the door as she left the office.
    Sasha exhaled a long sigh. She wanted to lock her phone in her desk and avoid reading the message altogether, pretending it didn’t exist. She and Jackson were already spending way too much time together with the party planning. Going out together to some fancy gala was not on her list of things she wanted to do with him. It would only bring a heap of trouble.
    But she couldn’t resist the urge to see what his text said.
    Jax: Hey Shorty. Got a second?
    Hmm. Well, that was a bit innocuous. Maybe he just wanted to discuss the upcoming party. Maybe this wasn’t about a date.
    Sasha: Perhaps. What do you want, Rowdy?
    Jax: You know what I want. But that’s beside the point. Can I call you?
    Just the underlying tone of his message, the sexual innuendo that lay heavy within the text, had her tummy fluttering with anticipation. God, she was too sex deprived right now to talk to him. She’d gone weeks without a man and was hornier than a brass band on Flag Day.
    The phone rang, producing a curse from her mouth. Maybe she wouldn’t answer it. She’d just let it go to voicemail.
    It rang again. Dammit. She gathered her resolve and answered it.
    “Hey.”
    “Hey yourself. How’s your week going?” His voice was light and upbeat, without a shred of sexual heat.
    She glanced at her calendar and realized it was still only Wednesday. God, the week was slogging along. She needed a large glass of wine, a hot bath, and some alone time with her battery-operated-boyfriend.
    “Fine. Busy. What can I do for you?”
    As soon as the words slipped from her mouth, she knew she’d opened up a can of worms. Exactly what she wanted to avoid.
    His low chuckle sent ripples of lust down to the hot spot between her legs. Damn him.
    “I’m sure you could do a lot for me if you weren’t so stubborn about not doing it again.”
    “Jax,” she warned, trying to keep her mouth from saying what her body really wanted to say. She had to remain firm. “Knock it off. Why are you calling me?”
    There was a silent pause and then she heard him clear his throat. “I need a date this Saturday night to an awards dinner. I thought since we still need to finalize things for the party, we could talk it out over dinner. We might as well try to make Mitch and Rylie believe we get along, right?”
    Sasha shifted in her seat, the throb echoing between her thighs at the low tenor of his voice. It was deep and smooth, like a rich cognac. She shifted the phone to her left hand, running the other through her hair. The raven corkscrew curls sifted through her fingers, helping her to calm her voice as she spoke.
    “Gee, I’m so flattered. You must’ve given this a lot of thought, considering it’s three days from now. Maybe I already have plans for Saturday night. I do have a pretty vivacious social calendar – sometimes even two dates in one night.”
    Part of her wanted to get back at him for his threesome comment the weekend before. It still irked her not knowing if he really did have one. And kind of excited her, too.
    “I’m sure you do. I’m well aware of your extra-curricular social activities, Sash,” he intoned. She was surprised to hear him use her abbreviated name instead of the usual nickname. He’d never called her that before. She liked it.
    “But come with me instead. And before you make-up some excuse about not