It's too warm, it's suffocating. I blink my eyes open, coming face to chest with Mr. Raynard.

What? I asked myself, eyes now wide open, when did he..?

Never mind, I need to get out of this bed before he wakes up, or I'll never hear the end of this, no matter what, it'll be my fault.

I quietly, and gently slip myself out of his hold and the bed, I stood by the bed, taking in the state of it, I was sleeping in the exact spot I fell asleep at, which is the left side of the bed.

Mr. Raynard was sleeping in the center when he could have used the huge ass space behind him.

Now that I removed myself It doesn't matter, I'll pretend nothing happened, instead, I should go take a shower and get ready for today's meeting, this way we can be efficient with our time.

I take my usual cold shower and get dressed inside the bathroom before getting out, I grab another apple, then sit down to work on my puzzle, it's still very early in the day until Mr. Raynard wakes up, I'll occupy my time with this puzzle instead.

Two hours or so pass before Mr. Raynard's phone rings, he grumpily wakes up and turns his alarm off.

He sits up and looks around him, sighing and scratching his head, he scoots to the edge of the bed and stands up, "get things ready, we're leaving after my shower, Bianca has invited us to stay over," he says as he stretches up, then walks away and into the bathroom.

And good morning to you too, I thought as I rolled my eyes.

I get up to close my bag, I was in the middle of zipping it close when I heard Mr. Raynard yell, "Fuck!-" and then the squeaking of the shower knob as he turns it off.

Oops, I forgot to reset the heater.

"The damned bird," I heard Mr. Raynard mutter angrily.

I block him out by creating my own noise, I finish zipping my bag and loading my stuff into the trunk of the car, I had what we needed for our meeting close to reaching.

I go back inside to put away the puzzle I was working on, I didn't have the heart to break what I already worked on, so I broke them into sections and carefully loaded them into the puzzle box.

Once done, I wear my jacket and wait inside the car to warm it up.

Another twenty minutes passed before Mr. Raynard loads his bag and gets inside the car, he pulls the location for Ms. Bianca's address and I drive away from the cabin smoothly, the wooden boards already been discarded.

It doesn't take long to get to her house, since the cabin is on the edge of her property.

We arrive there and we're greeted by Ms. Bianca's servant.

He let us in and into the formal living room, leaving us there to notify Ms. Bianca of our arrival.

Mr. Raynard takes a seat on an armchair, while I stood still mesmerized by the view of the lake, "it's stunning isn't it?" Came the voice of a woman from behind me, startling me out of my daze, I turn around, slightly embarrassed by my behavior.

"It is, ma'am," I extend my hand for her to shake, and thankfully she does take it in hers, "thank you for having us, I'm Puma, Mr. Raynard's assistant".

"It's my pleasure, how about breakfast? I hope you two are hungry," she says as she shakes Mr. Raynard's hand who had stood up upon her entrance.

"I'm absolutely famished," Mr. Raynard says.

"Great! Then, follow me," she says as she leads the way to the dining room on the other side of the foyer.

The dining room was large with a twelve-seater dining table, breakfast was served and Ms. Bianca's butler was standing near the servants' entrance.

We all took our seats, with Ms. Bianca occupying the head of the table, and Mr. Raynard and I occupying the seats on both her sides.

"Please, dig in," she gestures to the variety of foods on the table.

I take in the foods on the table before I gravitate towards the eggs, scooping some for me and Ms. Bianca, then I take a piece of bread, some cheese, slices of luncheon meat, and a couple of olives.

I mostly eat quietly while Mr. Raynard and Ms. Bianca conversed about things that didn't concern me.

"So, Puma, are you enjoying your meal?" Ms. Bianca asked.

I placed my knife and fork down, then wiped my mouth before I answered, "yes, the food is very tasteful, thank you again for your generous hospitality," I said.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it, seeing the manner in which you're carrying yourself, I'd not have guessed how you're feeling, I'm quite intrigued by you, tell me what do your parents do for a living?" She asked, and I'm struggling to not let my disdain for her question show.

"My parents?" I repeated faking my shock towards her sudden question, then I put my usual performance of fake sadness, "I don't have parents," technically, it's true, they may still be alive, but they're not my parents, not for the last eleven years, no, even more than that.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I must've brought up a sensitive topic," she apologized buying my lie, while Mr. Raynard seemed not to buy it, could care less, it's none of his business.

"It's alright," I said clearing the fake lump in my throat, then excusing myself from the table, giving myself the space and breather I needed since I lost my appetite.

I go back to the living room that we came from, and seeing the lake view again, I gravitate toward the windows.

I wonder if I will have time to take a dip in it at night. That would be great.

After a while, Mr. Raynard and Ms. Bianca came back from having breakfast, and we all sat together in the living room, talking about business as we drank our coffees.

I, of course, sat the farthest I can possibly be from the fireplace, which is not much.

"I'm sure you've heard that Fox Holdings has acquired an oil company last year," Mr. Raynard begins, "and I'd love if we can cooperate with your Polar Opposites organization on our next business venture, "

Ms. Bianca's eyes went wide for a second, "what?" She clears her throat, "excuse me, what?" She said as she placed down her cup of coffee, "how did you know about that?"

Mr. Raynard glances at me before answering her, "a little birdie told us," I say nothing and sip on my coffee, mentally though, I'm patting my shoulder proudly.

"Uh..." Ms. Bianca was having a hard time formulating her sentences, scratching her forehead, "Sorry, I'm quite taken back by this, I had assumed you were here to discuss business with the Bernards but to have you bring up something that only a few people know about took me by surprise," she explained.

"That's understandable, whether we become business partners or not, your secret is safe with us," Mr. Raynard assures her, getting her to relax a little bit.

He hands her the proposal and they proceed to discuss it for the next two hours while I took my own notes about the meeting.

After that, while Mr. Raynard and Ms. Bianca conversed I was granted access to Ms. Bianca's study to work on this project, taking in mind the matters discussed during the meeting.

I don't know how long I've stayed in the study but at one point, Ms. Bianca's servant had brought me a plate of food for lunch, I watch the sun settling behind the mountains while the printer is printing the modified proposal papers, as well as a few legal documents.

I bask in the quietness and the beauty of this place before it's interrupted by Ms. Bianca and Mr. Raynard's flirtatious banter.

They let themselves into the study, Ms. Bianca is giggling at something Mr. Raynard said before they cleared their throats and focused their attention on me.

"Everything done?" Mr. Raynard asked.

"Yes," I answered, grabbing the papers from the printer and handing them to him.

He goes over them before he hands them to Ms. Bianca, who also goes over them, "alright, these seem okay, I'll send them to my lawyer to go over them and get back to you," she says as she places them on her desk which I've been occupying, "in the meantime, how about some dinner?" She offers.

"Dinner sounds great," Mr. Raynard says.

Ms. Bianca turned to me waiting for my answer, "sure," I said, not really feeling hungry, but not wanting to be rude and decline her invitation.

I collect my laptop and then follow behind them to the dining hall, I hope this day ends soon.

After dinner, Ms. Bianca's servant showed me to the room I'll be occupying, upon entering the room I could feel the warmth radiating from the lit fireplace, "please turn the fire off," I requested from the servant.

He looked at me, opening his mouth to say something, but by the look on my face, he thought against it and instead did as I asked.

Once the servant and the fire are out, I sigh and let myself relax a little.

The room was huge and spacious, but I'd rather be in my tiny apartment right now.

I walk to the balcony, the view is alright, but nothing like the lake view, maybe I can go and take a dip, right now.

It's not like I expect Mr. Raynard to ask me to do more things after I excused myself for the evening, I grab my jacket and a towel, unlock the balcony doors, then flay down to the ground floor.

I just have to walk around the property to get to the lake.

I walked through the trees, not wanting to be seen or noticed, at some point, I had to pass before the same living room we were in earlier in the day.

I notice Ms. Bianca and Mr. Raynard standing in the middle. Mr. Raynard looked shy, holding the present I had picked and passed to him earlier.

"I've got you something," Mr. Raynard began, and I couldn't help the internal scoff, "it's nothing much, just something to celebrate the beginning of a new friendship and partnership," he finishes as he hands the box to her.

Ms. Bianca shyly accepted the present, "you didn't have to get me anything," she said as she opened the present, "oh my god!! This is adorable," she took out the snow globe admiring it, "and it plays music too! Now I feel bad I didn't get you anything," she said as she held the snow globe to her chest.

"Don't worry about it, I'm just glad you like it," he assured her.

I'm glad she likes it too, or it would have been my ass that's on fire, for the second time.

"Either way, thank you for such a thoughtful gift," the Polar Bear Hybrid said as she stepped closer and planted a lingering kiss on Mr. Raynard's left cheek.

You're welcome, I smirked but the smirk soon fell when things got a little too steamy a little too fast.

When the Polar Bear Hybrid pulled away slowly, the two hybrids shared intense eye contact, feeling the chemistry and the sexual tension between them build up through the day, the two leaned in and share a kiss together.

Suddenly Mr. Raynard's words from a couple of days ago rang in my ear.

"Let's just say, he's not the type of person I'd like to lay in bed with,"

I guess Ms. Bianca Bernard is the type of person he'd like to lay in bed with, I thought as I walked away giving them their privacy.