Chapter Fifteen
SASHA
Sasha woke, her ears picking up the familiar dull buzzing from her mobile phone on the coffee table. “Ugh,” she groaned, sitting upright and smacking her dry lips together. She must have fallen asleep.
She looked at Dylan who was sitting at the coffee table, still completely n***d. “It’s your phone,” he said, nodding at her purse. “It’s been doing that for a while.”
“What?” she asked, alertness flooding into her consciousness. “Why the hell didn’t you wake me up?”
He shrugged. “You looked tired. It’s probably someone trying to sell you something at this hour.”
“s**t,” she breathed, feeling sluggish as she got out of the bed. It was definitely no sales call. One of the benefits of being on the force was that you got private numbers that were never sold.
“Damn it
