An expression of pure disgust crossed Niamh’s face. She turned away from him.
Jareth scowled, assuming the price had shocked her into silence.
“If you can’t get it clean, you owe me three million,” he said spitefully. No matter how much she wiped, he could still smell the stench of her bodily fluids.
Niamh whipped her head back around, her eyes flashing with anger.
The very picture of a ruthless capitalist!
But instead of yelling, she just shot him another look of contempt and turned her back to him again.
She remained that way, silent and facing away from him, for the rest of the flight. Even when he tried to speak to her, she would only offer a listless, one-word reply.
At noon, they arrived at the Portsmore Hotel, the most luxurious seven-star hotel in the city, booked for them by the organizers of the fashion show.
After Niamh helped Jareth to his room, she asked, “Mr. Bragg, where will I be staying?”
“You have two choices,” he said, shrugging off his suit jacket. “You can find another hotel.”
Niamh immediately vetoed that option. She was in an unfamiliar city, and the thought of staying alone in a hotel brought back bad memories.
“Or,” Jareth continued, “you can stay here with me.”
With him? No way!
“Mr. Bragg, can’t you just book another, smaller room for me?” she asked tentatively.
“And another thing,” he said, “I’m attending the most exclusive fashion show in the country tonight. You can’t show up looking like… that.”
“And tomorrow, I have meetings with the heads of several major apparel companies. The day after, I’m meeting with clients from France.” He started unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke.
Niamh ripped the jacket off her head and glared at him. Just then, he pulled off his shirt, revealing a toned, muscular torso.
“Ah!”
Niamh shrieked, throwing the jacket back over her head and spinning around.
Jareth strode over to her, pulled the jacket off her head, and asked, “Niamh, are you crazy? What are you screaming about? Did you see a ghost?”

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