I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 165

If the quadruplets hadn’t blown up his office, she never would have let him blackmail her into this charade. Who knew what would happen tonight at the Bragg family estate?

“If you’re not, you’re not. Why are you blushing?” Jareth asked with a wicked grin.

“I-I’m not blushing!” Niamh stammered, touching her cheeks. They were burning hot. “Niamh, Jareth is a master player. You can’t win against him. Don’t fall for it.”

Taking a deep breath, Niamh gave his chest a firm push. “Mr. Bragg, there should be a respectable distance between men and women. Please have some self-respect!”

As she tried to turn away, Jareth’s arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her eyes met his, and his gaze was so intense, so tender, that her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest.

“And… this is my house!” she reminded him, her voice trembling with a panic she couldn’t hide.

“It’s fine. The quadruplets are being punished; they won’t hear a thing,” Jareth murmured, his eyes locking onto hers as his face slowly descended toward her.

His warm breath washed over her, and her mind went blank. As his lips were about to touch hers, she instinctively closed her eyes.

Suddenly, Jareth’s eyes narrowed. He released her, turned, and sat down in the chair by her desk.

She wouldn’t move, not in a million years. Who knew what kind of scheme he was plotting this time? She wasn’t falling into his trap.

Jareth shot her an incredulous look.

Perfectly happy? This tiny bedroom was smaller than his bathroom. And besides a worn-out mattress, the only other furniture was a battered two-door wardrobe and this peeling desk. This was “perfectly happy”?

A pang of discomfort shot through him. After all, Niamh was his woman.