I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 81

And besides, she thought he couldn’t stand the sight of her.

“Scared?” Jareth stopped, his voice a low growl as he saw the panic in Niamh’s eyes.

“Yes,” she nodded frantically.

She had assumed that no matter how he chose to punish her, his disdain for her would prevent him from ever touching her like this.

Apparently, she had seriously misjudged the situation.

“Niamh, you’d better start behaving. Listen to me, or don’t blame me for not knowing how to treat a lady,” Jareth seethed, his anger palpable.

“Mr. Bragg, I was wrong. I was so wrong. It will never happen again,” Niamh apologized, her voice trembling.

“You think there’ll be a next time?”

“No, no, absolutely not. This was the first and last time.”

Seeing her genuine remorse, Jareth finally relented. He pushed himself off her, but the sudden movement loosened the knot of his bathrobe. The girl’s face was already ghost-white; he didn’t want to be responsible if he scared her to death.

As he stood up, the bathrobe slithered from his waist and pooled on the floor, leaving him completely exposed in front of her.

Niamh froze for a second. When she realized what had happened, another piercing scream escaped her. “Ah—!”

She squeezed her eyes shut and yelled, “Jareth, I already said it won’t happen again! Why are you doing this?”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” he said, the corners of his lips twitching into an involuntary smile as he watched her terrified reaction.

“You totally did it on purpose!” she shrieked. “Jareth, how could you?”

In the next instant, she shot up from the sofa, bolted for the door, and fled the room.

What the hell? she thought, her heart hammering against her ribs. The man was a total creep! How could he just expose himself like that all the time? If she had known that a business trip with Jareth involved the risk of losing her virtue, she would have died before agreeing to come. Tonight, she’d rather sleep in the fire escape than share a room with him.

But she was his secretary. If she didn’t go back, she might as well quit.

When Niamh pushed the door open, Jareth was already back in his wheelchair. Two other people were in the room with him: a man and a woman.

The man was flamboyant, dressed in an androgynous style, while the woman was tall, stunningly sexy, and radiated an extraordinary aura.

Niamh instantly breathed a sigh of relief. With other people present, Jareth probably wouldn’t try anything, at least not for now.

“That’s her,” Jareth said, pointing at Niamh as soon as she entered.

What did he mean by that? Niamh wondered nervously.

“She has a good foundation to work with,” the woman observed, glancing at Niamh before turning back to Jareth with confidence. “Mr. Bragg, leave her to us.”

Niamh was utterly bewildered, but she didn’t dare ask what they were talking about. She just stood quietly to the side, hardly daring to breathe.