...and gets one on one time with Victor.

Angel walked back into the cabana, holding the extremely expensive bottle of red wine with two hands, making sure she didn't drop it. Victor turned and immediately smiled from ear to ear at the return of his private waitress. He began to laugh as he noticed Angel holding the bottle of wine with two hands.

"Don't worry my dear, I've dropped plenty of those bottles and worse in my lifetime," Victor playfully patronized her. Angel played along with a cute chuckle as she placed the bottle down with one hand and grabbing two glasses with the other. As she poured two glasses she noticed the mirror behind the bar begin to lower, revealing a large flat screen TV.

"Now Camelia," stated Victor, comfortably seated with a remote in hand, "have you ever watched or able to enjoy this contest that the club has every year?" Angel placed the open bottle of wine on the small table next to the sectional and brought over the two glasses. She carefully handed a glass to Victor as she sat down next to him.

"Can't say that I have Victor," Angel replied then clinking her glass against Victors.

"Just one moment," Victor stopped her from sipping. She stayed completely still while Victor's free large pale hand reach next to her head. Angel felt the gold mask lifted from her face as Victor tossed it to the side. "Much better." Angel smiled as she took a sip of the bold rich wine that could have equaled a table of ten's entire tab for the night. She then turned to the TV and noticed Ava making her entrance for the first round.

"But I am happy to see this one as that is my friend!" she exclaimed as she pointed out the red haired woman with the royal blue bikini. Victor leaned in to get a good look, but also moving his body closer to hers while doing so.

"Well look at that!" Victor responded, sharing her excitement, "she is almost as beautiful as you are." Angel began to blush. This helped with her undercover story, but didn't help that she truly was flattered by the comment. As both watched each round go by, the wine kept being poured and both Victor and Angel's bodies seem to inch closer and closer to each other. They cheered and added their own commentary about each round. At one point Angel forgot she was undercover and just having a night out with an attractive man.

"Looks like your friend is one more round away from the final!" announced Victor, appearing to be unfazed from his third glass of wine. Angel was no stranger to drinking, but she had to watch herself from trying to out drink Victor. She reminded herself she had a job to do and that Victor could be responsible for dozens of disappearances. "Too bad you didn't enter, I would have liked to see how far you would have gotten."

"Oh is that right Victor?" she playfully answered back. Her eyes gazed into his stared deeply into hers. He slowly leaned in and kissed Angel's lips. She hesitated at first, but Victor's aroma, soft lips, and the wine allowed Angel to lower her defenses and join in the embrace. She was softly sucking his bottom lip when she felt something touch the front material of her bikini bottom. She broke the embrace and looked down to see Victor's hand slowly caressing her crotch.