Chapter 1: Layover Lust
The hum of the Boeing 777 faded into a distant memory as Linus adjusted his crisp Singapore Airlines uniform in the mirror of his upscale London hotel room. A layover in this dreary city always held a certain promise, but tonight, it was more than just a possibility—it was a conquest. Jia Hui, with her sharp cheekbones and piercing eyes, had been a lingering itch for over a decade. Back then, he’d wanted her sister, Jia Yi, but ended up with neither. Now, fate—or rather, a cleverly orchestrated crew schedule—had brought Jia Hui back into his orbit.
He smirked at his reflection, running a hand through his dark, slicked-back hair. Linus was no stranger to getting what he wanted. Rich, successful, and with a silver tongue that could charm the devil himself, he thrived on control. And tonight, Jia Hui was his target.
A soft knock at the door snapped him out of his reverie. He opened it to find Jia Hui standing there, her uniform hugging every curve of her athletic frame, her hair pulled back in a tight bun that screamed professionalism—but her eyes betrayed a flicker of something else. Curiosity? Desire? Guilt? Linus didn’t care. He’d exploit whatever it was.
“Thought you’d never show,” he drawled, stepping aside to let her in, his voice dripping with mock surprise. “What’s a married woman with three kids doing sneaking into a man’s hotel room at midnight?”
Jia Hui’s lips twitched into a wry smile as she strode past him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Don’t flatter yourself, Linus. I’m here because you said you had something important to discuss. Not to play into your little fantasies.” Her tone was sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife, but her gaze lingered on the bottle of champagne chilling on the table.
“Oh, it’s important, alright,” Linus replied, closing the door with a deliberate click. He poured two glasses, handing her one with a predatory grin. “To old flames that never quite burned out. Or should I say, to new ones about to ignite?”
She rolled her eyes but took the glass, her fingers brushing against his just long enough to send a jolt through him. “You’re still the same cocky bastard from ten years ago. I’m not some naive girl anymore, Linus. I’m here for answers, not games.”
“Answers?” He chuckled, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I’ll give you answers, Jia Hui. But first, let’s address the elephant in the room. You’ve been eyeing me like a starving woman since we boarded that flight. Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about what could’ve been.”
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t back down, meeting his gaze with a steely resolve. “You’re delusional. I’m happily married. I don’t think about you at all.”
“Liar,” he shot back, his hand brushing against her waist as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “I can see it in the way you’re standing here, not running for the door. You’re curious. You’re horny. And I’m going to give you exactly what you’ve been missing.”
Jia Hui’s breath hitched, but she pushed him back, her eyes flashing with defiance. “You think you can just snap your fingers and I’ll fall into your bed? You’ve got another thing coming, pretty boy.”
“Oh, I know I do,” Linus grinned, undeterred, his hand sliding to the small of her back, pulling her closer. “And it’s going to be hard, fast, and unforgettable. You’re already wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?”
Her protest died on her lips as his other hand tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. The air between them crackled, thick with unspoken tension. She could’ve walked away, could’ve slapped him, but instead, her fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer. “You’re an asshole,” she muttered, her voice low and raw.
“And you love it,” he growled, crashing his lips against hers in a bruising kiss that left no room for doubt. Her hands roamed his chest, nails digging into his skin as she fought for control, but Linus was relentless, backing her against the wall, his body pressing into hers. He could feel her heat, her resistance melting under the weight of raw, primal need.
As his hands slid under her skirt, finding her already dripping with anticipation, he knew this was just the beginning. Tonight, he’d have her panting, sweating, begging for more—and he’d make sure every second of it was captured for his own twisted pleasure. But that was a secret for later. Right now, it was all about the chase, the conquest, and the explosive release waiting just beyond the next breath.
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