Chapter 373
Niamh’s eyes went wide. It wasn’t until Harvey said it out loud that everything finally clicked for her. Still stunned, she asked, “Harvey, why are you even here?”
Harvey’s face was grim as he forced himself to calm down. He laid it out step by step. “Elara’s assistant told me she wanted to speak with me alone and asked me to wait for her here.”
Niamh’s gaze dropped to his hands, which had been cuffed behind his back. “Harvey, you inds… Why are you handcuffed? Did Elara order someone to do this?”
His expression darkened like scorched iron. He was so agitated and felt like a complete idiot!
He didn’t even want to think about what had gone through his mind–why he’d believed Elara might still be into that kind of thing. He’d walked right into her trap!
The more he thought about it, the more flustered he becarne. Flames of humiliation and anger seemed to blaze through his chest and gut.
He looked around, searching for the key, and urged Niamh, “Help me find the key!”
“Oh–okay.” Niamh also began searching the room with him for the handcuff key.
But in the back of her mind, another idea had taken root. Now that the two of them were locked in the room, and Harvey’s hands were restrained… Wasn’t this the perfect chance?
Just the thought made her legs go weak. She arched her back slightly, angling herself so her hips faced him. Harvey would likely be more impulsive than usual under the drug’s influence, so maybe she could finally seduce
him.
While pretending to help search for the key, Niamh said, “Elara totally set us up! She’s awful! What, does she want to watch something happen between us?
“I mean I’m her sister! How could she do this to me?”
–
She planned to pin all the blame on Elara. If things escalated between her and Harvey, even if it wasn’t fully his idea, Harvey would only blame Elara–not her.
After all, this whole setup was originally their plan for Theodore. Elara must’ve caught wind of it ahead of time and turned it right back on them.
The shame and fury of being toyed with by Elara flared briefly in Niamh’s chest–but faded just as fast. Because when she thought about what was about to happen between her and Harvey, she bit her lip and tried to steady her expression.
She’d been agonizing for ages over how to cross the line between friendship and something more with him. And now, Elara had practically handed her the perfect chance. There was no way she was letting it go to waste.
“Shit! It’s so hot!” Niamh cried out while yanking off her jacket
Harvey snapped at her in alarm. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m burning up!”
Harvey sat on the sofa, beads of sweat covering his forehead. Who wasn’t hot at that moment? His dress shirt was completely soaked, clinging to his body like a second skin, making it hard to even breathe.
“No taking clothes off!” he barked. “Just deal with it!”
Chapter 373
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Before he could finish his sentence, Niamh had already shrugged off her outer layer. She fanned her shirt open, trying to let more air hit her skin and cool herself down. As she moved, she intentionally flashed her waist in front
of Harvey.
“Why can’t I take my clothes off? It’s boiling in here!”
“No!” Harvey’s voice was firm.
your bare ass before!”
Harvey sat there, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “We were like two or three years old back then. It doesn’t count.”
Niamh protested loudly. “What, are you seriously scared of seeing your bro’s body? I’ve
Niamh shot back. “Harvey, do you even see me as your bro anymore? What’s wrong with taking my shirt off? We’ve already seen everything there is to see, so what’s the big deal?”
She peeled off another layer and tossed her T–shirt onto the floor.
“I’m seriously overheating! If you’re hot, you should take something off too. It’s not like I haven’t seen your body before.
“And anyway, I’ve got more curves than you do–so really, you’re the one getting the better end of the deal! But since we go way back, I’ll let you look all you want.”
Niamh plopped down next to Harvey, now wearing only a black lace tank top that showed her bare waist. Her pants sat low on her hips, and the drawstrings from her underwear peeked out visibly.
Harvey’s expression froze. His sharply defined features went rigid as he shut his eyes, trying to keep control.
Niamh reached over and gave his chest a playful shove. “Come on, just take something off! Don’t be all shy about it. You’re a grown man, not some delicate flower,”
The next second, Niamh went for his clothes.
“Look at you, your face is covered in sweat. You’re gonna get heat stroke at this rate! Ugh, here–let me help you! With Harvey’s hands cuffed behind his back, he couldn’t push her away when Niamh reached straight for him.
