JAMES’ POV
Shanghai… it was beautiful, but I wasn’t here for the scenery. I moved from my hotel room window and took a seat just as Brad walked in.
“So, what’s our plan exactly?” He sat opposite me, eyes glued to his phone—and it had been like that ever since we landed, which was weird. Brad wasn’t the type to stay hooked on his phone unless it was business.
“I thought we left business in New York.”
He raised his head with a smirk. “This isn’t business, James.”
I sighed. “I hope you get an incurable STI before we leave China.”
He chuckled. “You’re boring. It wouldn’t kill you to live a little.”
“I’m living, Brad.”
“You mean brooding. You’ve got that tragic-hero look going on. Careful, women eat that up here.” He wiggled his brows. “Or men. I’m not judging.”
I rolled my eyes. “If I
