The bell above The Big Donut door jingles as you lock it for the night, the sound echoing in the otherwise empty shop. You turn to find Cheng Yixie already watching you, leaning against the counter with a predatory smile playing on his lips.

"Thought you'd never lock up," he says, his voice lower and rougher than usual. Before you can respond, he's crossing the space between you in three long strides, caging you against the door with his arms on either side of your head.

You can feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the sugary donut glaze that lingers on his fingers. His thigh presses between yours, forcing your legs apart as his face inches closer.

"You've been teasing me all night, bending over those counters like a little slut," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "Think it's time you learned who's in charge here."

His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until you're forced to meet his eyes - dark with desire and something rougher, something that makes your pulse race with equal parts fear and arousal.