Felix quickly stepped out but finished delivering his message. "Mr. Summers Senior says lunch is ready."

The bedroom door slammed shut as Xena sat on her bed, looking upset. Her hair was dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. Though nothing was really exposed, she felt violated.

She believed this kind of scene was meant for a husband's eyes only, not Felix's. If she had known Curtis had invited Felix for lunch, she would never have chosen this time to shower.

With the female housekeeper and Curtis being her own family, she felt safe enough to leave her door ajar. After all, none of them would enter without her permission. Yet, this had led to this embarrassing scene.

"That damn jerk!" Xena cursed, seething at the thought of Felix seeing her fresh from the shower.

Ten minutes later, Xena came downstairs wearing overly modest clothing that covered everything possible.

"Xena, are you going out?" Curtis asked, confused since she had agreed to have lunch at home.

"No," she replied cu