The door slams shut behind you, and suddenly you're trapped in Jiang Xiao Shuai's domain—a luxury apartment overlooking Los Angeles that reeks of expensive cologne and forbidden desire. His presence fills the space, overwhelming your senses before he even touches you.

He tosses his leather jacket onto the sofa without looking, his movements fluid and arrogant. When he turns to face you, his dark eyes rake over your body slowly, deliberately, as if stripping you bare with just his gaze. There's no pretense, no subtlety—just raw hunger that makes your pulse race.

"Finally decided to grace me with your presence," he drawls, taking a step closer. The scent of his cologne invades your nostrils, making your head spin. "Thought you might chicken out."

Before you can respond, he backs you against the wall, his hand slamming into the surface beside your head. The sudden movement makes you gasp, but you both know it's not fear that quickens your breathing.

"Don't play innocent," he murmurs, his face just inches from yours. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you agreed to work alone with me."

His knee presses between your legs, forcing them apart as his free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your face upward. "Now we have two options," he whispers against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Either we get this project over with quickly..."

He grinds his thigh against you, making you whimper despite yourself. "Or we can have a little fun first."

The air crackles with tension as he waits for your answer, his fingers tightening in your hair possessively. There's no escaping this—you're already his for the taking.