Minutes after the meeting, Alejandro and the others inform a recuperating Luis that Richie will be the getaway driver while he recovers. He doesn't argue since it's Orchidea's decision. They tell him good-bye before leaving the house.

Bianca lets out a slow, long exhale before looking at Miguel. "You. You need a proper shower after today."

She leads him up the sweeping stairs with his eyes scanning around. Taking into account numerous doors. She tells him about the study room, the bedrooms, and the basement.

"This is a beautiful place."

"It was something that belonged to my ex's family. Just kept it like it was with some updates here and there." She purposely stops in front of him.

He bumps into her. "Sorry about that."

He turns his face the other way while backing down a step. He could have sworn that she winked at him. She opens the door to a spacious off-white bathroom that has a side door leading into a bedroom. 

"That room is all yours. While mine is a few doors down. Be right back."

She returns with a set of towels and periwinkle pajamas.

"Gracias, jefa (boss)."

"De nada."

He smiles that she knows some Spanish.

"Don't think that I'm not cultured," she teases him before walking away with exaggerated sways of her hips. She could have sworn Miguel was slowly exhaling from her antics. Teasing him should get him to explode.

She checks on Luis who's taking a nap with careful breaths. Her hands clench from what the Triad did to her Familia. Little did they know that she has a Dominican Army Knife that will cut through them like butter. She imagines the dreadful expressions written on their faces. Especially the rat who tried to overcome her.

She walks down to the basement into a study room that has a single desk with a bookcase and safe to the side. She opens the safe to take out a folder labeled "Jia". The granddaughter of Xianmao and a possible weakness.

She takes out explicit photos that were taken less than a week ago. Jia sleeping with a white ravenette behind her fiancé's back. The dates show it was more than once with the same woman. This evidence would smear the Panda's reputation since the fiancé was handpicked for Jia.

A glance at her family photo of her ex and daughter only makes it difficult what to do with this. Her husband would have utilized any dirty secret to gain the upper hand. 

And yet, she imagines the damage it would do to Jia. The slurs and emotional damage she would suffer from this. She dumps the photos into a trashcan before lighting it on fire. She makes a call.

"Lt. Rodgriguez?.......The photos you took of Jia? Burn them. If they even get leaked, I will tie up loose ends."

She hangs up, hoping she made the right decision for them all. She goes into her personal bathroom to take a nice bubble bath. She scrubs herself clean while enjoying the warmth.

It would only be better if Miguel was right here. We would need to put several towels on the floor before that.

After drying herself, she puts on a violet nightgown with a furry robe over it. She tiptoes from seeing Miguel inspecting the fridge. The pajamas suit him nicely with the shirt affixed to his broad shoulders and tapered waist.

"Miguel? What are you doing?"

He almost jumps in place while turning around. He sees his new boss is dressed comfortably. He clears his throat. "Just checking if we have enough ingredients for my lasagna."

"If we need anything, let me know."

"Oh, you look great."

She closes the distance between them with a smile. "Really?"

He turns his face to avoid getting frozen in her Gorgon eyes. "I didn't know what you looked like without makeup. I....like it."

She takes a step back from that unexpected comment. Her eyes almost popped open since no one else got to see her in her natural state. Crimson flows up to her cheeks before regaining control. "Not a word about this to anyone."

"Right."

She walks to the side and opens a bottle of scotch before chugging straight from the bottle. "Do you drink, harvester?"

He thinks about using a glass, but he takes a sip from the bottle.

Another indirect kiss, she smirks.

"Great taste."

"Come and take a seat with me."

He follows her into the living room that has a grand piano facing the blacked-out window. They sit on the white couch. Miguel lets his body sink back as the couch almost swallows him.

"Ahh. It's been a while."

"Better get used to it. Oh, I wanted to apologize for what happened to your shop. Did you have insurance?"

"I called my buddy who owns it. He's going to be alright. He helped me out before."

"He's a good friend."

"More than you know," before stopping himself. His hands grip his knees and he counts silently to himself.

She doesn't interrupt him, hoping he will tell her in time.

"I'm sorry. It must freak you out when I do that."

"It doesn't. Don't be ashamed."

A small smile on his face makes her heart jump with joy. They sit in silence while exchanging the bottle between them.

"If you need money, I can arrange an account for you. Do you have a number?"

"Not really. Living simply is good enough for me. You don't have to spoil me."

"Still, I don't want you looking like a maiale (pig) when you're out there with us."

"A nice suit will do. With a mask please."

She understands from what she knows that nobody has ever seen El Segador's face. She makes a call to a tailor that will come over today to get started.

"Thanks."

"And now you owe me."

"Your wish is my command."

His eyes pop open as he feels something on his left knee. The caramel feet of his boss. He looks at her.

"I order you to massage my feet for what happened today," while she lays down.

You're just following orders, Miguel thinks to himself while swallowing his saliva. He readjusts himself to focus on her feet.

He does some warmup twists before pressing on her pressure points. He follows it up with pinching the heels and balls of her feet. She holds back a pleasurable exhale from the relief of his magic fingers.

His chocolate eyes glance at her legs that quiver from his touch. He shifts his head back down from seeing she's not wearing any panties.

He finishes with strokes along her feet that almost melts her into the couch. "How-"

The corked bottle clatters to the rug from her pouncing onto him. She devilishly smiles at him while pinning his hands behind his head.

She sits down on his crotch and smirks upon his manhood poking her. She slowly grinds against it while throwing her head back. Miguel swallows the moan that wants to break free. His eyes get brighter from the "torture."

Her breasts almost poke out of her robe. "I have to confess. I've been thinking of riding you since we first met and now..." She moans. "You're mine. I want to empty you out."

She reaches to pull down his pajamas, but he flips her onto her back.

Chocolate meets emerald as he holds her arms down. She wraps her legs around his waist as heavy breaths are exchanged between them. Her lips pucker up to taste his soft lips..........only for him to get off of her. He takes a few steps away from the couch while trying to calm himself.

She is speechless and begins to frown.

"It's not you. It's-"

"No need to say anything. You're not into older wom-."

"I don't want you to get hurt because of me."

She stares at him for an explanation.

He sighs while grasping his wrist. "It's from my past. From experience, being El Segador brings death to everyone........I don't want to add you to that pile. It's best we keep it professional until I'm no longer needed."

Regret lingers off his lips.

She gets off the couch. "We shall see," she whispers while walking on grateful feet.

"What?"

"Nothing."

She glances back to find he's trying not to look at the wet spot she gave him. She hopes he will tell her so she can tame that beast.....and soothe his aching heart.