4
Quinn
“And that would be my cue to leave.” The petite brunette glances over to Jagger and he steps back until his back hits the counter.
“Nice of you to bring your girlfriend over to clean for you,” I say and the brunette smiles, her gaze again veering toward Jagger.
“Girlfriend? In his dreams.” She holds her hand up for a high five. “He treats me more like I’m Cinderella and he’s my evil stepsister most of the time.”
I stare at her hand. She seems nice enough, but why is this woman in my house?
“Thanks for keeping the germs to yourself. I’ll fist-bump though.” Her small hand closes. Jagger always liked the small ones.
I fist-bump her with the hope she’ll leave.
“I’m Victoria, by the way. Jagger’s assistant.”
I nod. “Quinn.”
“And how do you two know each other? The big guy is b
