~ Author's POV
a/n: Time for Qiao Mei's enjoyment!
The door to the guest suite clicked shut, sealing Qiao Mei and Lin Jun inside in silence, dim lighting, and expensive brandy fumes.
The air in the room was heavy, charged with the lingering adrenaline of the raccoon incident and the potent, loose-limbed bravery that came from drinking far too much on an empty stomach.
Qiao Mei leaned back against the closed door, her silk pajamas whispering against the wood.
She watched Lin Jun. He was standing in the middle of the room, staring at the bed as if it were a complex mathematical equation he couldn't quite solve.
He had discarded his tie hours ago, and his top button was undone, a sight so rare and disheveled for the usually immaculate CFO that it made Qiao Mei's knees weak.
"So," she said, her voice slurring slightly. "Here we are again. You, me, and a bed you're terrified of."
