Based on the look in his eyes he did too. The man had the ability to demand sex without saying a word. He made her want to do bad things to him.

  So, she did.

  The gyration attack Qian Meng unleashed on his body was probably illegal in several states. They groaned from the intensity of it. She couldn't stop herself though. The distinct feel of his length made itself known… painfully close to where she wanted it.

  'Get him on the floor!'

  The words ran through her mind continuously as her fingers desperately searched his body for a ticklish spot. He stopped trying to pull her off him. In fact, his fingers began exploring her body, completely distracting her from my goal.

  She nearly gave up when suddenly, it happened. His stomach muscles contracted under her touch and he squirmed in place as her fingertips brushed behind his ears.

  An evil grin spread across her face.

  Mo Qingchen knew Qian Meng had him at her mercy.

  Just as Qian Meng went in for the kill, her back landed flat against the mat. He brought her down in a nanosecond.

  His body felt solid and warm covering her. The sudden action took her breath away. She looked up into his eyes. Never had she seen them so feral.

  "You are impossible." He had her wrists pinned above her head. She lay there completely at his mercy and by the looks of it he liked the situation. "You could have easily run away but you tried to do things beyond your capacity." He looked frustrated.

  "How did you do that?" she asked, not even trying to hide the awe she had for his skills.

  "Quite easily." His mouth moved closer to hers. "Who knew a ninja could be a wimp?"

  "A wimp?" Her jaw dropped. "You're upset I found your weakness!"

  His fingers gripped her wrists tighter. "Yun Qian Meng, are you forgetting why we are here?" he growled. "You should always de-escalate a dangerous situation. Don't try to take an aggressive attacker down. Especially when you aren't strong enough." He paused. "And don't grind against them," he warned.

  "If you say so." Her eyes rolled.

  "Don't push me," a low growl coated his words.

  "You love it when I push you," she smiled at him. "Admit it."

  "I assure you I do not love anything." His gaze ran over Qian Meng's face as he contemplated her words. "Love is the greatest weakness of all."

  The raw honesty in his voice made her frown. She was not much of a believer, but she wasn't so violently against love. She wondered if it had anything to do with his father. He seemed to have suffered in the hands of that man. How? She didn't know.

  Wrapped up in her thoughts, she didn't notice he released her wrists. Mo Qingchen appeared lost in thought as well.

  "What are we doing to cool off?" She changed the subject, hating to see him in pain. It took so long for him to respond that she expected him to abandon her.

  "Up," he ordered. He pulled his body away from her. "Let's finish and then go home."

  Qian Meng rolled on the bed and stretched as she heard the water running in the shower. She propped her head on her palms and waited for him to come out.

  When he did, she blinked. This was clearly a scene out of those thirst-trap romance television series. The black towel hung very low on his waist and Qian Meng watched in fascination.

  Her eyes widened slightly and the devious side of her wanted to tug it just a little bit so that it fell to the floor. That was not too much to ask, right?

  She stared at him so long that she almost missed his gruff voice. "It won't disappear if you stare at it," he said.

  She looked up and smiled guiltily. He was drying his hair with the towel. She sniffed the air and pouted. "You never gave me the contact details for the hair care company. Your shampoo smells so good. It tastes good, too," she added with emphasis.

  He squinted at her and then the memory seemed to come back to him.

  "Ah, yes. You drooled all over my hair. Now I know why," he commented as he rubbed his hair some more.

  "Speaking of drooling," Qian Meng changed the topic quickly. She didn't want to be any more wanton than she already was. "Mr. Bai signed the contract. I will officially be the majority shareholder of the company tomorrow," she bit her lip as she watched his reaction.

  "How much did that cost you, in total?" he asked with his furrowed brows.

  Qian Meng had to smile at that. He was asking like a husband talking to his wife about an impulse buy. Or wondering if he should lend her money. She didn't need it. She had managed to pull out funds just fine.

  "I bought it at five-hundred-seventy million dollars," Qian Meng told him. His brows furrowed.

  "That doesn't sound right. How did they grow this big? Did you get duped?" he looked agitated at that moment.

  Qian Meng shook her head. "Calm down. I thoroughly checked the company. Their sales were in the billions last year alone. They are showing massive growth, too. Mr. Bai is not accustomed to changes in the market so the growth was not as big as it could have been, though." She had to explain.

  "Have you decided on an emergency evaluation and reconstruction team?" he asked, towering over her beside the bed.

  She nodded dumbly. "They start going through the whole structure after Bai Ye Qing is removed from office day after tomorrow." She smiled brilliantly just thinking about that.

  "You will be attending the meeting?" he asked, fascinated. "Are you excited?" he asked, crouching beside the bed and leaning into her.

  "I am. I didn't know I wanted revenge this bad. But now that I am so close to it, I can't wait to see him crumble in front of my eyes." Her eyes glazed as she imagined the moment. "Aren't you proud?" she asked innocently.