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A few days later, Mei Mei arrived at Liam's estate, her every step deliberate, her presence exuding the calm confidence of a seasoned predator. It had been months since their last meeting, and the memory of it still lingered in her mindāa rare occurrence for someone like her, who rarely found anyone worth remembering.
But Liam was different.
His open personality and unshakable confidence intrigued her, mirroring her own in ways she hadn't expected.
Aiko led her into Liam's study, a grand room lined with shelves of ancient tomes and the soft glow of a crackling fireplace.
Liam was seated on a sleek leather chair, a glass of dark red wine in hand. As she entered, he looked up, his sharp, knowing gaze locking onto her with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Mei Mei," He said, rising from his seat with the elegance of someone who knew exactly how to command attention. "To what do I owe the pleasure? It's been far too long."
Mei Mei's lips curved into a sly smile as she took a seat across from him, crossing her legs gracefully.
"Liam," She replied, her tone smooth as silk. "You always know how to make a woman feel welcome. But let's not pretend this is just a social call. I'm here for business."
Liam raised an eyebrow, swirling the wine in his glass. "Business, is it? You've piqued my interest already."
"I thought I might," She said, leaning forward slightly. "You see, I have a proposition. One that could benefit us both."
Liam leaned back in his chair, the picture of casual confidence. "I'm listening."
Mei Mei's expression didn't falter, but her eyes gleamed with calculation. "I'm willing to wager myself for this deal. My loyalty, my skills, my everything. In return, I want access to your resourcesāmonetary and otherwise. You're the heir to the richest man in Asia, after all. It's only natural for someone like me to get a little... greedy."
Liam chuckled, setting his glass down on the table between them. "Honest as ever, Mei Mei. I admire that about you. But let's be clearāif you're offering me everything, what's stopping you from taking it back the moment it suits you?"
She tilted her head, her smile never wavering. "You know me, Liam. I'm always on the side of money. Relationships? Sentiment? They're meaningless. The only thing that matters is service potential. And I have plenty of that to offer."
"Service potential," Liam repeated, his tone laced with amusement. "A concept not supposed to apply to humans, and yet, for you, it's life itself."
"Precisely," Mei Mei said. "And you, Liam, are the perfect match for my philosophy. You don't waste time on frivolities. You see value in abilities, in results. We're more alike than you might think."
Liam's smirk widened as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Are we? Because while you value money above all else, I value people. Their skills, their loyalty. Money's just a tool to me, a means to an end. And while I don't mind your greed, Mei Mei, there's one thing you should know."
She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what's that?"
Liam's gaze darkened, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "The moment you betray me, or do something unforgivable, I won't hesitate to dispose of you. No amount of service potential will save you then."
The threat hung in the air, but Mei Mei didn't flinch. Instead, she laughedāa soft, melodious sound that carried a hint of genuine amusement. "Bold words, Liam. But you forgetāI'm not the kind of person who betrays a good investment. And you, my dear, are shaping up to be a very good investment indeed."
"Flattery will get you nowhere," Liam quipped, though his smirk betrayed his amusement.
"Who said I was flattering you?" she shot back, her tone playful yet sharp. "I'm simply stating the truth. You've built something impressive here, and I want a piece of it. I'm offering you a dealāone with no tricks, and no games. Just a simple exchange of value."
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"Simple," Liam mused, tapping a finger against his chin. "And yet, nothing with you is ever truly simple, is it? What's the catch?"
Mei Mei's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "No catch. I give you my loyalty, my skills, my connections. In return, you give me the resources I need to thrive. It's mutually beneficial."
Liam leaned forward slightly, his gaze intense. "Loyalty, skills, and connections. A tempting offer, but not enough for me. I'm greedy, Mei Mei. I want it all."
Her brows arched, intrigue sparking in her dark eyes. Slowly, she rose from her chair, the fabric of her dress brushing against her legs as she approached him.
"All?" She echoed softly, her voice dripping with fascination.
Standing above him now, she reached for the glass in his hands. Without breaking eye contact, she took it from him and drained it in one smooth motion, the corner of her lips quirking up. Then, with a boldness that mirrored his own, she slid onto his lap, straddling him as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath warm and intoxicating. "Your greed, Liam, isā¦ fascinating. I think I like it."
Liam's smirk deepened, his hands moving with purpose to her legs, the rough warmth of his palms trailing upward in a deliberate tease.
Mei Mei's breath hitched audibly, a soft, sharp intake of air that cut through the silence as his hands settled on her hips. The faint rustle of fabric accompanied his firm but tantalizingly gentle grip, a subtle creak of the floorboards beneath them marking his shifting weight.
She could feel his fingertips press just enough to test her boundaries, the low, steady hum of their shared breathing filling the room.
"Ah..." She exhaled, a soft, unbidden moan escaping her lipsāa delicate sound that mingled with the electric tension between them. The sound was almost drowned by the faint whisper of her clothes brushing against his.
She was both surprised and impressed by his confident touch, the heat of his palms burning through the thin barrier of fabric as though branding her skin.
"No wonder so many women flock to you," she murmured, her voice low and sultry, her confidence cutting through the thick tension between them. "But you should knowāI don't settle for being 'one of many.' I'm going to be the best. Your best. That's my promise."
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