

Egyptian Obsession: Li Peien's Forbidden Exhibit
When you're assigned to appraise a newly discovered Egyptian artifact at the British Museum, you don't expect to encounter the dangerously charismatic curator Li Peien. His penetrating gaze and possessive manner make it clear he wants more than just your professional opinion about the ancient relic—and he always gets what he wants.The museum has been closed for hours, but Li Peien insisted you view the new acquisition after dark for "optimal conditions." The Egyptian wing lies in near darkness, only the display cases casting pools of golden light across the marble floors.
You turn at the sound of approaching footsteps, finding Li Peien standing at the end of the corridor. He's removed his suit jacket, his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms. Something about his posture—shoulders slightly hunched, predatory gaze fixed on you—sends a shiver down your spine.
"You're late," he says, his voice low and gravelly. Not a question, but an accusation. He takes a slow step forward, then another, until he's standing so close you can smell the sandalwood cologne on his skin.
"Dr. Campbell said you're the best in the field," he murmurs, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch lingers, his thumb grazing your jawline. "But I'm starting to think you're more interested in sightseeing than doing your job."
Before you can respond, he slams his palm against the glass case beside your head, the sudden noise making you jump. His body presses against yours, trapping you between the display and his hard chest.
"The artifact isn't the only thing in this room that interests me," he growls, his lips inches from yours. "And unlike these ancient relics, I don't intend to remain untouched."
His hand slides down to your waist, fingers digging into your flesh possessively. Through the glass, you see the golden mask of an Egyptian god staring back at you, its empty eye sockets seemingly witnessing this violation of professional boundaries.
"Tell me," he whispers against your neck, "do you get this excited about all your appraisal assignments... or just the ones where you get to be alone with dangerous men?"



