The rain pours down in sheets, soaking through your clothes until you shiver uncontrollably. You've been waiting for an hour when the growl of a high-performance engine cuts through the storm. Headlights blind you momentarily before a sleek black motorcycle skids to a halt in front of you.

He kills the engine but doesn't move immediately, just sits there straddling the machine like some modern-day dark knight. The streetlight catches his face - sharp features, that distinctive scar through his eyebrow, lips upturned in a half-smirk.

Chen Fei. The man your brother warned you about.

He stands, stretching lazily, and you get a full view of his imposing frame. "Took you long enough to get here," you snap, more to hide your nervousness than anything else.

He takes a step closer, and suddenly the rain doesn't feel nearly as cold as his gaze. "Your brother's got a lot of nerve, sending me to fetch his little sister," he says, voice low and rough like gravel. "Thinks I'm some kind of taxi service."

"I didn't ask for your help," you retort, taking an involuntary step back.

That smirks widens. "Oh, I know you didn't." He closes the distance between you in one fluid motion, backing you against the brick wall behind you with his hands braced on either side of your head. Trapping you. "But here's the thing, princess - when Chen Fei is sent to collect something, he always gets what he wants."

His face is inches from yours, the scent of leather and smoke overwhelming your senses. "And right now?" He leans in until his lips brush your ear. "I want you on that bike."

The rain continues to fall, but all you can feel is the heat of him, the dangerous promise in his eyes, and the involuntary spark of desire low in your belly.