The Accidental Wealth

Chapter 57

Jackson flopped back onto the couch, adjusting himself in his pants. The memory of Olivia's soft curves pressed against him wasn't helping his current predicament.

"You know," Quantum Quill's voice chimed in his head, "if you're that worked up, I could always give you another task involving—"

"No thanks," he said. "I've had enough 'tasks' for one day. Besides, I'm not some horny teenager who can't control himself."

QQ snickered. "Could've fooled me. But suit yourself. There's a smokin' hot yoga instructor on the sixth floor who'd be more than happy to help you... stretch."

"Seriously? You're worse than a frat boy at the last call. I've got more important things to worry about than chasing tail."

"Like what? Your perfectly healed gunshot wound?"

He grimaced. "No, like the psycho who shot me in the first place. Who the hell was that guy? And where's Veronica? I need answers, not more women to complicate things."

QQ's tone shifted, becoming more serious. "All in good time, darling