I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 143

With a sigh of resignation, Niamh moved around the desk to wipe out the drawer. As she worked, Jareth watched the gentle movements of her small frame, and an uncharacteristic warmth flickered in his cold eyes.

He hadn't slept at all last night. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of their kiss replayed in his mind. It had been his first kiss—the first time he had ever felt such a powerful connection to a woman. And yet, she had acted as if it meant nothing.

A new resolve hardened in his chest. With swift, deliberate movements, he shrugged off his wet suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Then, just as Niamh straightened up to leave, he stuck out his leg, tripping her.

Niamh lost her balance and tumbled backward, landing squarely in Jareth’s lap. Her face was pressed against his bare, warm chest, and her hand instinctively came to rest over his heart.

Stunned, Niamh’s own heart began to pound in her ears. She tried to scramble off his lap, but his arm snaked around her waist, holding her firmly in place.

He looked down at her, his eyes narrowed into a challenging glint.

"Well, Ms. Lynn," he murmured, his voice a low provocation. "What's the meaning of this? Trying to make a move on me?"

She was floored. He had deliberately tripped her, and now he had the nerve to blame her?

"That wasn't my intention, Mr. Bragg," she said, her voice tight.

Her denial seemed to stoke his anger. He grabbed her arm and roughly pushed her away. Then, he yanked off his soiled jacket and shirt, tossing the bundle at her.

"Wash these," he commanded.

Niamh stared at the clothes in her hands, speechless.

She was his secretary, not his maid. Why should she be doing his laundry? But then she sighed. He was the boss. What choice did she have?

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