SCARLET
A few weeks ago
I saved all the information Jax sent me and used all the programming codes as a reference. I’d had a problem solving the bug with the RPG I’d been developing for almost nine weeks, and I hadn’t figured it out, but with Jax’s help, I’d finally found a way to remove it.
I called him to let him know.
“Good evening, Ericka,” he answered.
Ugh, his voice. I loved the sound of him. It was only a greeting, and I was already turned on.
“Umm…”
“You called me so I could hear you breathe? Tell me about the code.”
“Oh.” I cleared my throat. “It worked. You’re a genius.” I closed my laptop and then lay down on my back.
He laughed softly. “Are you sure you finished your major?”
I chuckled nervously as I felt the guilt pinch my chest. “Of course, I wouldn’t be able to reg
