Aisha stood at the entrance, with her cleavage popped out, rising abd falling with each breath she took.

Her gaze calmly sweeping across the reception area.

For a brief moment, her eyes moved over to Antonia and then they landed on Denzel.

The instant they did, a flicker of surprise appeared in them.

"Denzel?"

The reaction wasn’t missed by Antonia.

The woman nearly dropped her jaw.

Her eyes immediately darted toward Denzel before snapping back to Aisha.

"Boss, y-you know him?"

The moment the question left her mouth, the atmosphere shifted.

Aisha slowly turned her head toward Antonia.

"And how exactly is that any of your business?"

Her tone wasn’t loud. If anything, it was frighteningly calm.

Yet that calmness carried enough authority to make Antonia stiffen instantly.

The woman immediately lowered her head.

"I’m sorry, ma’am."

She bowed slightly.

"I was foolish to speak out of turn."

Aisha merely gave a small hum before dismissing the matter entirely and returning her attention to Denzel.

Meanwhile, Denzel clicked his tongue inwardly.

’Yeah, she definitely has that boss aura.’

The woman carried herself differently from everyone else.

Even standing still, she somehow seemed to dominate the entire room.

Still, that didn’t stop him from staring at her puffy tits

’...beause if she didn’t want people to stare, why’d she wear that?’

A few seconds passed before he finally broke the silence.

"You work here?"

One of Aisha’s eyebrows rose.

"I mean, I assume that’s the only reason you’re wearing that."

Her eyes lingered for a second longer.

The uniform fit him surprisingly well.

Perhaps a little too well.

"Well, I suppose that answers the question."

"It does."

Aisha nodded.

"I’ll admit it. I never expected you to be the owner of this place." Denzel muttered all so casually.

Aisha blinked. A look of genuine disbelief crossed her face.

"What?"

She folded her arms.

"If anyone should be surprised here, it’s me."

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"I had absolutely no idea you had any experience working in an establishment like this."

Denzel laughed.

"Really? I’m pretty sure you’ve already gotten a decent idea of how good I am with my hands."

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

A strange silence settled between them.

Then Aisha’s eyes slowly drifted to the side.

Toward Antonia.

Who was still standing there. Still existing.

A faint twitch appeared at the corner of Aisha’s eye.

’This woman is ruining my moment.’

The thought surfaced immediately.

’I’ve been waiting for Denzel to come see me since yesterday.’

Her brows knitted together ever so slightly.

’I’m certain I sent someone to deliver a message. Yet he never showed up.’

Her thoughts continued to race.

’Or maybe the message never reached him? Or perhaps I’m overthinking things? Whichever it is, this is the first time we’ve seen each other since the other day Patrick interrupted us’

Her gaze remained fixed on Antonia.

The woman seemed completely oblivious to the fact that she was becoming an obstacle.

’Regardless, now that I have him here I’ll need some privacy.’

Aisha maintained a calm and composed expression on the outside.

Inside, however, she was already trying to solve the problem.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

’Now then how exactly do I get rid of this woman without making her suspicious that I want something with Denzel?’

Aisha took a short breath before turning her eyes back toward Denzel.

For a moment, she looked as though she wanted to say something.

"No, actually, I am–"

The words nearly left her mouth.

However, her lips refused to cooperate.

A faint blush had already begun spreading across her cheeks as memories of their previous encounter surfaced in her mind.

"I have, I have not."

She stopped herself before saying anything more.

Denzel blinked, whilst still observing her.

"What?"

Almost immediately, Aisha regained her composure.

"But I suppose the information must have gotten around."

Her voice sounded calm, though the redness lingering on her face betrayed her.

Denzel narrowed his eyes slightly.

As he studied her expression, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

’She’s still exactly the same shy woman I remember. Although she can maintain eye contact with me a little longer now.’

’Looks like she hasn’t forgotten what happened between us. I was right. She already loves my cock.’

The realization made him chuckle inwardly.

’Well then. Since she’s Patrick’s mother. While I work on getting stronger and eventually kicking that idiot’s ass I suppose fucking his mother isn’t exactly a bad deal.’

A grin threatened to form on his face.

’Now I just need to get this sexist woman out of the way.’

His eyes drifted toward Antonia.

The woman was still standing nearby.

As his gaze landed on her, he couldn’t help noticing how the fitted uniform hugged her figure closely, emphasizing the curves of her buttocks and the shape of her body.

’Damn.’

He quickly looked away.

’That’s a nice ass, even for a sexist.’

Shaking the distraction from his mind, he returned his attention to Aisha.

The elegant woman stood before him with her arms folded beneath her chest. The movement subtly emphasized her figure, while her composed expression only added to the commanding presence she carried.

’If she’s really the owner of this place, then acquiring it someday might not be as difficult as I originally thought. Looks like I’ve got myself a new plan.’

Meanwhile, Aisha finally spoke.

"Well, since you’re one of my employees now, I suppose you must have confidence in your massage skills."

A faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Why don’t you show me exactly what you’re worth?"

She folded her arms.

"After all, every silver coin I pay you guys should be earned."

From the side, Sophia was quietly watching through a slightly opened door. She remained there, gazing in utter awe that the situation had began to escalate so far.

Denzel smirked.

"You really want to do this?"

Aisha lifted her chin proudly.

"I’ll have you know that I’m not easily impressed."

Denzel’s smile widened.

"I beg to differ."

Nearby, Antonia tilted her head.

Completely confused.

’How is he talking to her like that? That’s the wife of the village chief! And the owner of this entire establishment. I should be reacting to this...’

Her brows furrowed.

’But why isn’t the boss reacting?’

She looked back toward Aisha.

Yet the woman appeared perfectly calm.

As though she didn’t mind the familiarity at all.

"Alright then, ma’am."

Denzel gestured toward the hallway.

"Why don’t you come with me?"

With that, he began walking toward the corridor lined with massage rooms.

As he approached one of the nearby doors, Sophia immediately gasped.

She hurried away before she could be spotted.

Denzel paused briefly.

Then he opened a door and gestured inward.

Aisha smiled.

The movement caused a few loose strands of hair to fall beside her face, softening her otherwise commanding appearance.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward and entered the room.

Before following her, Denzel glanced back one last time, sighting Antonia as she was still staring. He laughed softly.

"She’s already gone. You can stop looking and get back to work."

His eyes briefly swept over Antonia as a teasing smile appeared on his face.

With that, he stepped through the doorway and shut the door behind him.

Antonia froze.

Her eyes widened.

A faint redness immediately spread across her face.

"D-Denzel..."

Denzel led Aisha into one of the private rooms and shut the door behind them.

’Alright. Now I finally have her alone.’

He leaned back against the door for a moment.

’I’ve probably got a few minutes to myself with her.’ His thoughts drifted.

’In truth, I really wanted to starve her from my cock, so the next time I got to see her would be electrifying. Though somehow, despite everything, she just keeps finding ways to involve herself with me.’

He shook his head in slight annoyance.

’Oh well. Maybe it’s time to teach this bitch a few manners instead.’

The thought amused him far more than it should have. And so, taking a slow breath, he closed his eyes for a brief moment.

’Well, let’s get on with it. Now all I need to do is convince her to...’

The thought abruptly died as Denzel turned around, his eyes widened slightly as they landed on Aisha who stood only a short distance away.

The confident woman from moments ago suddenly looked far less composed.

The upper portion of her outfit had already been removed, exposing her bare shoulders and the generous curve of her breasts and perky nipples.

Her thighs shifted slightly as she stood there. A faint redness had spread from her cheeks down to her neck.

Aisha avoided his eyes for a moment before finally forcing herself to look at him.

The proud business owner suddenly appeared far more vulnerable than usual.

Then Denzel blinked. A slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

’Well, that happened a lot faster than I expected.’