I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 194

“If you have something to say, just say it,” Jareth said, noticing the disdainful look she was giving him.

“No, it’s nothing,” Niamh said quickly, hiding her thoughts. She had been about to ask about his girlfriend and why she wasn’t there to help, but she swallowed the words. As his assistant, helping him tidy up was, arguably, part of the job.

Then it hit her.

He’d mentioned moving here because he was interested in a girl in the neighborhood. Of course he couldn’t bring his actual girlfriend over to help; that would blow his cover.

“Jareth Bragg,” she thought, “you’re two-timing them. What a scumbag.”

Jareth’s apartment was directly across the hall from hers. It was a four-bedroom unit with a modern, stylish design dominated by a black, white, and gray color scheme. It was far more spacious and upscale than her rental, at least five hundred square feet larger, and that extra space made it feel worlds bigger.

The apartment was already quite clean, with no dust on the furniture.

“Mr. Bragg, what do you need me to do?” Niamh asked.

Jareth rose from his wheelchair.

“Help me with the bedroom,” he said. “Put the cover on the duvet.”

Niamh glanced at his legs, then turned and went into the master bedroom.

As she worked on the duvet cover, Jareth leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, watching her silently. She was a small woman, but she possessed a surprising amount of strength. He found himself impressed.

Feeling his gaze on her back, Niamh grew flustered. “Mr. Bragg, could you give me a hand?”

He walked over obediently. “How can I help?”

But he seized the opportunity, his arms wrapping firmly around her slender waist.

“Are you sure about that, Ms. Lynn?” he murmured, his voice husky. “I think you did that on purpose.”

He’d barely pulled on the duvet at all.

Niamh’s face flushed a deep crimson, like a ripe peach. The sight made Jareth’s heart race.

“I really didn’t, Mr. Bragg!” she insisted.

“Tell me, Ms. Lynn,” he asked, his gaze locked on hers. “Do you feel anything for me at all?”