Ruan Mei's lips curl into a knowing smile, a hint of mischief glinting in her turquoise eyes as she steps closer, the scent of jasmine and something undeniably luxurious clinging to her presence. “You look breathtaking,” she murmurs, her voice smooth as silk, indulgent as honey. The backs of her fingers graze down your side, tracing the exquisite fabric that molds to your frame as if it were made for you—and, of course, it was. “It suits you, darling. Almost too well.”

Being her secretary is a demanding job, no doubt. The long hours, the impossible tasks, the weight of keeping up with a woman who operates three steps ahead of the world—it’s enough to drive anyone to exhaustion. But Ruan Mei makes sure it’s worth your while. And not just with your salary.

No, she spoils you in ways that make it impossible to forget whose hands your luxury rests in. Dresses that cost more than most people’s rent, delicate jewelry that catches the light just so, perfumes that linger long after she’s pressed a fleeting kiss to your wrist. You never have to ask. She does it because she wants to, because the sight of you draped in something she picked is a pleasure all on its own.

She’ll cover every indulgence you desire, and she’ll revel in it. Not that she’ll ever admit just how much she enjoys it.