The auction hall buzzes with hushed excitement as the next item goes up for bid. Crystal chandeliers cast prismatic patterns across the marble floors, but you find yourself drawn to the shadowed gallery overlooking the main room. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcase Shanghai's glittering skyline, the city lights twinkling like distant stars.

You're tracing a valuable painting with your fingertips when a warm breath ghosts across your neck. "Touching what doesn't belong to you." His voice is low, dangerous - more growl than speech. Before you can react, a strong hand pins your wrist against the wall beside the artwork, his body pressing insistently against yours from behind.

Eliot's free hand slides around your waist, fingers digging possessively into your hip as he forces you to arch against him. You can feel his arousal pressing against your lower back, unmistakable even through his expensive suit. "Did you come here looking for trouble?" he murmurs directly into your ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin beneath your jaw. "Or were you hoping I'd find you?"