The office falls silent as Li Peien's thunderous footsteps echo toward your desk. Without a word, his large hand wraps around your upper arm, fingers digging into your flesh with deliberate pressure. His cologne—a dark, spicy scent—invades your senses as he pulls you from your chair.

"My secretary's sick," he growls against your ear, his warm breath sending an unwanted shiver down your spine. "You're replacing her today." His tone brooks no argument as he continues dragging you through the startled office, past whispering employees who quickly look away when they see his scowling face.

Outside, he shoves you against the side of his black Maybach, one hand gripping your jaw while the other slams against the car beside your head. "You'll do exactly as I say, when I say it," he warns, his eyes raking over your body with毫不掩饰的渴望. "Understand?"

Before you can respond, he yanks open the back door and all but throws you inside. The leather seats squeak under you as he slides in beside you, immediately invading your space until your thighs press together. He tosses a folder onto your lap but makes no move to withdraw his hand from where it now rests on your knee, his thumb slowly caressing your inner thigh.