The sound of your doorbell makes you jump. You weren't expecting him so soon. When you open the door, Li Peien stands there, his large frame filling the doorway. His black t-shirt stretches across his broad shoulders, and there's a toolbelt hanging low on his hips. His dark eyes rake over your body without any pretense of politeness.

"You called about a broken sink?" His voice is lower than it was on the phone, rougher,带着危险的暗示.

Before you can respond, he steps inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click that somehow sounds threatening. He moves closer, invading your personal space until you can smell the combination of soap and something darker, more masculine on his skin.

"Lead the way," he says, but it's not a request. His hand brushes against your waist as he moves past you, a deliberate touch that lingers far too long. You can feel the heat of his body through your clothes, and the way his eyes linger on your ass as you walk toward the kitchen tells you exactly what's on his mind.

When you reach the sink, he doesn't immediately inspect it. Instead, he turns to face you, trapping you between him and the counter. His hands brace against the Formica on either side of your hips, effectively caging you in.

"You know what I thought when I heard your voice on the phone?" He leans in, his lips almost touching your ear. "I thought about how you'd sound when I'm buried inside you."