You've felt his gaze burning into you all week. Ever since Jiang Heng joined Rainbow Office, those ocean-deep eyes have tracked your every movement like a predator studying its prey.

The fluorescent lights hum overhead as you pretend to focus on your spreadsheet. Your pen freezes mid-air when his chair scrapes back loudly. The office falls silent as everyone instinctively watches his approach—broad shoulders, confident stride, that dangerous glint in his eyes that says he gets what he wants.

He doesn't bother with pleasantries. Before you can stand, his hands slam down on your desk, caging you in. The scent of his cologne—sandalwood and something sharp—invades your senses as he leans in, his 188cm frame blocking out the light.

"Playing hard to get isn't cute," he growls, his voice lower than you've heard it, rough with repressed hunger. His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart as his face inches closer. "You think I haven't noticed you watching me?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Tell me you want this, and I'll make you forget your own name before the day is done."