Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President

[Charming and seductive lady of fortune x Rakish, cunning heir to the conglomerate, pure love, 1v1, sweet romance.] First Meeting— He was rough and wild, and after a passionate night, Claire Shaw was left longing for more. She stretched out her snow-white foot to hook around his waist, softly setting three rules: First, no overnight stay. Second, if he finds a partner, she'll leave. Third, their relationship is strictly limited to this. No money, no constraints, only the purest primitive desires between men and women during the silent night, entangled like a starry spider web. Once it was over, she lifted her skirt and turned away heartlessly. Second Meeting— He was the conglomerate heir, dressed in a suit, noble and composed, extending his hand to her, “Hello, Ms. Shaw.” Claire Shaw secretly gritted her teeth, desperately trying to halt their relationship, but was cornered by the man in the changing room, unable to escape. In that narrow space, he was a relentless hunter, and she was the tempting prey, with tension rising everywhere. Outside, female colleagues gossiped about his abs. Separated by a wall, Ethan Blackwood held her slender waist, grabbing her hand to place it on his own abs, his voice suggestive and sexy, “Trying to escape? Too late.”