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truly was or what he liked. After their night together, he’d hoped she’d come to realize he was anything but dull and ordinary. He’d shown her a dirty, wicked time in Cabo and gave her anything but boring, vanilla-sex.
    In light of her chosen nickname for him, Jackson thought it only fair to reciprocate with the label of Shorty the first time he met her. Sometimes he’d even call her Shrimp, just to get her blood boiling. The woman barely stood five foot two with heels, and was still a full foot shorter than him. Despite her short stature, Sasha’s ego and personality were ten feet tall, which made it so worth it when it rankled her so much when he called her by her nicknames. Yeah, he dished it out just as good as he got.
    The unflattering terms of endearment they used toward each other were just a necessary part of their continued antagonistic relationship. They talked trash, called each other names and pushed each other’s limits. They certainly made for strange bedfellows. An error in judgment that he regretted after a night of drinking.
    Regrets aside, the images of her naked and writhing body still seared in his brain, held in a private reserve spank bank, brought out when necessity called.
    But when let go of the irritation he felt over her and was completely honest with himself, he knew he didn’t really regret it. That night, they had off-the-hook, balls-to-the-wall, kinky, sweaty, intense, hard-and-fast fucking. She was a hellion in bed. Sasha Lee was a massive ball of C-4 explosives. And for some unknown reason, he was the fuse.
    His initial reaction to her email was to respond with a one worded reply, saying “ Fine .” But his need to push her buttons got the best of him, and the little devil talking over his shoulder had him typing out an email that he knew would absolutely, without a doubt, rattle her cage.
    Jackson bit back the devious grin that forced its way onto his face as he hit send. If only he could be a fly on the wall when she opened it up to read it. He’d pay good money to see her reaction.
    Knowing he’d see her on Monday at Mitch and Rylie’s party, he wouldn’t have to wait too long to see her again in person. And he was positive a fiery reaction he would get.

Chapter Three
     
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” Sasha yelled at the computer in front of her, smacking her keyboard and mumbling other obscenities as she read, and reread, the email Jackson sent back earlier that afternoon.
    She seethed with indignation as the words practically slapped her across the face, igniting an anger so intense that she was white knuckling the edge of her desk, her nostrils flaring like a raging bull. Not very feminine, to say the least.
    To: Sasha M. Lee, MD.
    From: Jackson Koda, ESQ.
    Date:  August 28, 2015
    RE: No need for dildos
    Dear Shorty,
    I don’t think I need to remind you how mine’s hanging. It’s as big and thick as I’m sure you remember it. In fact, I’m pretty certain you said something to the effect that it was, and I quote, “the biggest mother fucking cock I’ve ever seen.” My guess is that your jaw is still sore.
    Now, if you can get your hand back out of your panties, let me say that you have quite the over-inflated ego to surmise that you are the best woman. Because really, I’d say pretty good-to-average better articulates your skills a bit more adequately. But, I digress.
    As for the planning of the time honored tradition of getting our affianced friends trashed and rethinking their lifelong decisions before their big day, I find your idea of pole dancing and strippers to be a bit passé and severely unoriginal. I would have expected a woman of your experience and creativity would offer up something with a bit more finesse. 
    I’d be happy to review a much more cultured list of ideas when we see one another on Monday. Until then, feel free to return all the dildos you just purchased. Unless, of course, you need them for your personal use this