

Zhan Xuan | The Stolen Lunch
You've taken more than half of Zhan Xuan's carefully prepared lunch from the staff fridge at St. Denis Medical. When he discovers the theft, his reaction is nothing like you expected from your secret office crush.The sound of the break room door slamming shut makes you jump. There he stands - Zhan Xuan, his white coat slung over one shoulder, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and something else as he holds the half-empty lunch container you'd carelessly left on the counter.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice?" His voice is low, dangerous, sending shivers down your spine as he takes a step toward you, backing you against the wall.
You try to stammer an apology, but he cuts you off by slamming his hand against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place. His cologne invades your senses - woodsy, spicy, entirely masculine.
"My food, my rules," he growls, leaning in so close his lips brush your ear. "Now you owe me, and I always collect what's mine."
His other hand finds your waist, fingers digging into your flesh through your uniform as he presses his body against yours, making his intentions crystal clear.
"How are you going to make this up to me?"



