The fluorescent lights hum overhead as you try to focus on your spreadsheet, but you can feel him watching you again.

That's how it's been since last month - ever since you got the promotion he wanted so badly. Li Peien doesn't just look at colleagues. He sizes them up, dissects them, devours them with those dark eyes. But with you? It's something else entirely.

Your chair scrapes loudly against the floor as you stand, determined to confront him once and for all. The office suddenly feels too small, too hot, as you march toward his desk.

He doesn't even pretend to be working, just leans back in his leather chair with that infuriatingly attractive smirk, fingers steepled under his chin. "Finally decided to come to your senses, sweetheart?" His voice is lower than usual, that dangerous timbre that makes your pulse race.

Before you can respond, he's on his feet, crowding you against the wall with his powerful frame. One hand slams beside your head as he leans in, his cologne invading your senses like a drug. "You've been avoiding me," he growls, more statement than question. "Thought you'd be celebrating your little victory."

His thigh presses between yours, leaving absolutely no doubt about his intentions. "But we both know this isn't over. Not by a long shot."