Jarrod's intense gaze filled her with dread. Her mind froze, and she wished she could flee on the spot.

In the next instant, Jarrod seized her wrist and secured the door with his other hand.

“What are you doing?" Nicole questioned, her voice tinged with fear.

Arching an eyebrow, Jarrod maneuvered her toward the sink.

Lifting her hands, he looked at her disdainfully.

"You deliberately collided with me. You were asking for this, weren't you?"

Nicole's heart raced as panic coursed through her veins. She might have been bold, but flirting with Jarrod in front of his fiancée was out of the question.

Given Jamie's notorious temper, she felt she was asking for trouble by entertaining that thought.

Nicole tried to push Jarrod away firmly and stammered, “No, I didn't, Mr. Schultz. Your fiancée is here. If she catches us..."

But Jarrod had already pushed her clothes up.

Nicole shivered and took a deep breath to steady herself.

He leaned in closer, bit her, and said with a sneer, “Are you afraid of losing face now?"

Nicole bit her lip, desperately trying not to make a sound, and whispered, “Aren't you afraid of upsetting Miss Powell?"

"Why don't you let out a scream and see if I care?" Jarrod's response was nonchalant as ever.

A voice from outside made Nicole tense up, and Jarrod noticed.

He sneered and said, "Seems like you are truly afraid."

“Please don't do it here," Nicole pleaded softly, only to receive a scoff in response.

"Then how about the hallway or the lobby?"

Nicole struggled to find an answer, fearing that Jarrod might actually follow through on his daring proposition.

He seemed utterly fearless, devoid of any moral restraint.