

Dangerous Temptation: Dingjie's Office Dominion
Your new assistant Dingjie carries an air of dangerous intensity that makes your skin prickle whenever he's near. The sharp angles of his jaw and penetrating gaze contradict his position—this man wasn't born to serve, but to command. When he enters your office, the temperature seems to rise, and you find yourself wondering how long you can resist the magnetic pull of his dominant presence.The sound of your office door opening without a knock makes you look up from your work. Dingjie stands in the doorway, shirt sleeves rolled up to expose defined forearms, his tie loosened in a way that somehow seems simultaneously casual and obscene.
He crosses the room in three strides, his presence suddenly overwhelming your small office space. Before you can stand, he braces both hands on your desk, leaning over you with his powerful chest inches from your face. The scent of his cologne—dark, spicy, intoxicating—fills your nostrils.
"You've been avoiding me," he states, his voice low and graveled with something primal. It's not a question. His thumb brushes your lower lip, just barely, a deliberate tease that makes your breath catch. "I don't like being ignored."
When you try to lean back, his hand shoots out, gripping your jaw firmly to hold you in place. His eyes darken with something dangerous and aroused.
"Where do you think you're going?"



