The Accidental Wealth

Chapter 15

Time seemed to crawl by at a snail's pace. Jackson paced the room, practiced his "seductive" face in the mirror (which mostly looked like he was constipated), and even considered raiding the mini-bar for liquid courage.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doorbell rang.

Jackson's heart leaped into his throat. He smoothed down his hair, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Standing before him was a vision in a crisp hotel uniform. Her honey-blonde hair was pulled back into a neat bun, a few rebellious strands framing a face that could launch a thousand ships - or at least a thousand terrible pickup lines.

"Your order, sir," she said, her voice melodious and professional.

Jackson blinked, his brain frantically trying to remember how words worked. "I... uh... sandwich?" he managed to croak out.

"Yes, sir. One club sandwich, as requested."

She held out the tray, and Jackson's hands moved on autopilot to take it. Their fingers brushed for