Jianglai’s gaze lifted. Instinct screamed danger—a prey sensing the predator’s jaws inches from her throat. One wrong move, and she’d be devoured without a struggle, a delicacy on this beast’s plate.
“You do realize,” Siyina murmured, “if I’d just hit ‘record’ back then, your reputation would’ve been ashes.”
Jianglai knew she shouldn’t stay. She’d only come to salvage her job. But watching Siyina’s antics? Even if she kept it, she’d quit the moment this woman’s corruption scraped her conscience raw.
Siyina studied Jianglai’s flawless face—serene, untouchable, like a goddess untouched by mortal dust. *That’s* what made the thought of corrupting her so thrilling.
Jianglai tried wrenching her wrist free from Siyina’s naked stare. *Get out. Now.* Staying meant risking the urge to slap that smug smile off her face.
Just as she resigned herself to a wasted trip, Siyina yanked her arm again—a sharp, aching pull that dragged her close. Their faces nearly touched. Siyina’s hand was porcelain-perfect, sculpted by privilege, yet its grip was iron. *How can a woman be this strong?*
Jianglai glared, twisting hard—but the hold didn’t budge. The sheer physical disparity froze her: taller, stronger, utterly inescapable. This wasn’t just helplessness. It was primal fear.
Ordinary women didn’t overpower her. But Siyina? Raised on polo fields and private self-defense tutors, her body honed beyond common limits. Since becoming a woman, Jianglai had only known fragility.
As she weighed causing a scene, a slender hand slid down her waist, pausing at a suggestive curve.
Jianglai snapped her head up. Siyina’s eyes crinkled with amusement, her breath hot against Jianglai’s ear. “Running? I mean no harm.”
A shiver shot through Jianglai. Her waist was a forbidden zone—discovered only when Xu Ruobing had touched it. Strangers’ hands turned her bones to water.
Teeth gritted, she shoved Siyina back. “Enough! Is this what your company pays you for?”
*Now* she understood why all new hires were women. This CEO treated the office like a harem, auditioning concubines. *How could a woman be this vile?* It shattered her worldview.
Jianglai had little experience with women beyond her wife, sister-in-law, and daughter. She’d received creepy gifts—homemade treats she’d never dared taste—but those stalkers vanished after one warning. (Unbeknownst to her, her wife had quietly erased every threat.)
She didn’t grasp women like Siyina. “You’re beautiful too,” Jianglai shot back, voice tight. “If you crave touching a woman… why not touch yourself?”
“I told you,” Siyina purred, “I love girls. Especially pretty ones like you. My own body? Boring.” She seized Jianglai’s hand, guiding it toward her blouse. “Let me show you—”
Jianglai recoiled just in time, her palm missing Siyina’s breast by a hair. The near-contact flushed her cheeks—a stark contrast to her earlier icy composure.
Siyina’s eyes lit up like she’d uncovered buried treasure. A dangerous smile curled her lips. “*Ah.* So *that’s* why you stopped me from touching others.” Office girls usually laughed off her advances. Only this beauty took them seriously. “You like girls too.”
Siyina’s demeanor shifted. She shrugged off her blazer, revealing a sculpted silhouette, and leaned in. “Beautiful… are you into girls? What if I add *myself* to your salary package?” Her voice dripped honey. Her fox-like eyes glistened, the predator now playing wounded prey. Fingers teased Jianglai’s, tracing each knuckle. “Or perhaps you’re a pillow princess? Or… do you prefer toys?”
