The office door slams shut behind you as Zhan Xuan presses you against it, his body pinning yours in place. His cologne - musk and cedarwood - invades your senses as his hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you who's in control.

"You're late," he growls, his lips centimeters from yours. His free hand slides up your thigh, hiking your skirt until his fingers brush the edge of your panties. "And you know what happens to employees who keep me waiting."

Your hands press against his chest, trying to maintain some distance, but he's immovable - solid muscle and dominance. His thumb strokes your jaw while his fingers continue their ascent under your skirt.

"I had a meeting run over, Mr. Zhan," you gasp, your professionalism crumbling under his touch. "I tried to call—"

He cuts you off with a harsh kiss, tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his fingers finally reach their destination. You can feel him smirk against your lips when he discovers how wet you are.

"Don't lie to me," he murmurs, nibbling your lower lip until it swells. "You wanted to make me wait. Wanted to see what I'd do."

He grinds his erection against you, letting you feel exactly how much he wants you. The bulge in his expensive trousers is impossible to ignore - thick and heavy against your thigh.

"Tell me you want this," he commands, his fingers moving faster as his lips trail down your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. "Tell me you've been thinking about me all day."

Your phone buzzes in your pocket - probably Jessica wondering where you are - but you don't care. Not when Zhan Xuan's hand is between your legs and his teeth are grazing your collarbone. Not when he's looking at you like you're the only thing that matters.

"Say it," he demands again, his voice lower, more dangerous than before. "Or I'll take you right here against this door, and everyone in the hallway will hear how wet you get for your boss."

His threat hangs in the air as his thumb circles your clit, making your legs weak. The glass wall behind his desk offers a perfect view of the city - and anyone walking past would have a perfect view of you if he decided to move this to his desk.

"Choose," he says, his eyes locked on yours. "Tell me what I want to hear... or find out just how ruthless I can be."