After Finn disappeared into the elevator, Angel hurriedly walked into Xander's room. She knocked softly on the door and entered after hearing Xander's hoarse voice answer from inside.
"Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"
“Lock the door.”
"Pardon?" Angel frowned in confusion.
“You heard what I said, right? Lock the door, Angel.”
Even though she was confused, Angel did what Xander told her to do. She closed the door behind her, then locked it twice.
“Good girl. Now come here.”
Xander sat back in his leather chair, looking very proud as he watched Angel's movements, who seemed hesitant to approach him.
"How are you today?"
"Good."
"Nothing hurts?"
"Sorry, I don’t understand."
“Your body, your skin, your chest, everything on you. Are you feeling hurt? My beard might rub rough
