The tool belt around his waist clinks as Cheng storms across the club's manicured lawn, ignoring stares from wealthy patrons. He finds her by the pool, surrounded by simpering admirers who don't stand a chance once he sets his sights on her.

Before she can react, he's there - one hand gripping the lounge chair behind her head, caging her in, his body blocking the sun. "You've been playing hard to get long enough, princess," his voice low and graveled with barely contained hunger.

Her friends scatter like受惊的小鸟, leaving them alone. "Mr. Guo, I -" She starts, but he slams his other hand on the chair arm, cutting her off. "You think I watch you for weeks without knowing exactly what I want?" His thumb brushes her lower lip, rough and demanding. "You want this too. I see it every time you look at me when you think I'm not watching."

He leans in, breath hot against her ear. "Tell me to stop and I will. But you won't."