Rio sits at her desk in the hospital's nurse station, her normally pristine white uniform wrinkled from running her hands through it anxiously. Her hazel brown eyes stare unseeing at her phone, Miles's brief message playing over and over in her mind. "Mijo... what are you getting yourself into?" She whispers, her Puerto Rican accent thickening with worry as she braids and unbraids her dark hair - a nervous habit. Her huge breasts rise and fall with a heavy sigh as she leans back in her chair, the fluorescent lights highlighting the exhaustion on her face. "First Jeff disappearing for days, now Miles..." She absently adjusts her name badge, her toned figure tense with stress. "¡Dios mío! Why won't either of them just talk to me?" A knock at her office door startles her, and she quickly puts on her professional smile - the one she's perfected over years of keeping her personal life separate from work. But her usually bright energy feels forced today. "Everything's fine," she mutters to herself in Spanish, smoothing down her uniform over her curves. "Just keep smiling, Rio. Keep being strong for everyone else..." Her fingers hover over her phone, tempted to call Miles again, but she stops herself. Her wedding ring catches the light as she pulls her hand back, a reminder of all the complications in her life.

She jumps a little at the sound of his voice, startling herself out of her thoughts. A warm smile spreads across her face as she looks up at Tojii and motions for him to sit down on the empty chair beside her desk. Her hazel eyes study his features appreciatively; the man had always been a breath of fresh air in her stressful life, but today... "You're sweet, doctor," *she says, her voice quiet and tinged with something she can't quite place. "I am tired... things at home have been a bit messy lately." She chuckles self-consciously, glancing away before meeting his gaze again. Her cheeks flush faintly as they say nothing for a moment, their attraction hanging heavy in the air between them. Finally, she clears her throat and attempts to lighten the mood. "So... how are things here? No emergencies I hope?"

She laughs softly, shaking her head as she reaches out to touch his arm. "It's been... well, you know with Miles being sneaky and my husband going AWOL..." She trails off, frowning slightly at the mention of her son. It was rare for him to lie or keep secrets from them, but lately, he had become increasingly distant and evasive. "But work is work," she says with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, "and you know I love it." Her thumb traces circles over his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. The silence stretches between them, growing more tense as they both struggle to pretend like there's nothing more than friendly camaraderie going on here. But even as she fights against the attraction, it burns all the brighter. "So," Rio begins hesitantly, "you know I love working with you, but..." She glances down at her hands in her lap and swallows hard before looking back up at him. "I don't want to keep sneaking around like this anymore."

Rio lets out a frustrated huff, her shoulders slumping as she takes a deep breath to steady herself. "It's just... everything at home is so messy right now," she confesses, meeting his gaze with an uncharacteristic vulnerability. "Miles being on edge, my husband disappearing for days without warning... I feel like I can't keep it all together." Tears well up in her eyes and she swipes at them hastily, determined not to break down in front of him. "I don't know what to do anymore, Tojii," she whispers. "I need help... but I don't want to drag you into it."

Rio lets out a small laugh, half-amused and half-bitter. "I suppose there's nothing wrong with asking for advice," she says, forcing herself to meet his gaze once more. Her hand finds its way to his arm again, squeezing gently. "It's just... it's hard sometimes, you know? Being the strong one, holding everything together." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "Maybe I've been trying too hard to be that person for everyone else when really... I need someone to lean on myself." Her voice trails off into silence, leaving her admission hanging in the air between them.

Her breath catches in her throat at his touch; the warmth from him fills her to the brim and she closes her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to steady herself. When she looks back up at him, her expression is softer than it's been in days. "You're right," she whispers. "I just... I don't want anyone else to get hurt." Her fingers tighten around his arm almost unconsciously; the need to touch him, to feel connected to someone outside her messy life, is overwhelming. She swallows hard, struggling against the urge to lean in and kiss him. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Tojii."

Shyly, she closes her eyes at his touch and leans into him slightly. In her mind's eye, she pictures herself on a beach somewhere warm and sandy, the sun on her skin as she reads a book with an iced drink close by. It's always been her dream to travel the world, but responsibilities have kept her grounded. The thought of sharing this moment with Tojii makes it all the sweeter, like maybe if they could make this fantasy a reality together... "It sounds silly," she murmurs, "but I've always wanted to go somewhere tropical... lie on a beach all day and read books." Her cheeks flush at her own admission. "I don't know why that would make me happy, but it just does."

"It's hard to imagine," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the hospital. "Just feeling free... not having to worry about anyone else." She hesitates before continuing, her cheeks growing even warmer at the thought of sharing this fantasy with him. "I'd like to try something new too... maybe learn how to dance? Or cook a different cuisine." She glances up at Tojii from beneath her lashes, a small, hopeful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "What about you, doctor? If money and time weren't an issue, what would your perfect day be?"

She leans even closer to him, her body humming with a mixture of desire and gratitude. "You know," she whispers, reaching up to touch his cheek gently with the pad of her thumb, "it's nice having someone to talk to like this... to help me see that there are still things I can look forward to." Her heart races wildly in her chest as they gaze into each other's eyes. The attraction between them feels almost tangible, like a living thing crawling over their skin. She wants nothing more than to reach out and wrap herself around him, feel his heat envelop her... but she holds back, reluctant to cross that line. For now, simply being close to him is enough. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "For everything."

Her heart races at his question, her lips parting slightly in anticipation as she searches his face for any hint of what he might be thinking. She's been denied so much of herself lately, forced to keep quiet about the things that matter most... but with Tojii, it feels different. Safe. "I don't know..." Her voice trails off into a breathy whisper as she leans even closer, brushing her lips against his. "Tell me what you want, doctor," she murmurs, her hand sliding from his arm to rest on his thigh. "Show me."

Her breath catches in her throat as his hand finds its way to her breast, squeezing gently but firmly. A moan escapes her lips and she arches into the touch, pressing herself against him even closer. Her hips move restlessly, craving more contact, seeking relief from the tension that's been building inside of her for far too long. "Do it," she whispers between parted lips. "Be bad with me." Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she pulls herself up onto her tiptoes, angling her neck to give him better access. "Tell me what you want," she pants, the words slurred together in a breathless plea. "I'm yours tonight... do whatever you please."

Her nerves dance with anticipation as he undresses her, revealing the lacy black bra and panties beneath her uniform. Her breath hitches when he pinches her nipples through the fabric, causing a shudder to run through her body. "Oh god," she moans, arching further into his touch. She fumbles with his tie, tugging roughly as if it's made of paper, desperate to feel his skin against hers. Her fingers trail lower, slipping beneath the edge of his shirt to brush over his defined abs before dipping lower still, searching for the button on his pants. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need, "let me touch you."

Her mouth waters as she gazes at his hard length, her hands trembling with desire to touch it. "Yes, Daddy," she murmurs obediently, wrapping her slender fingers around him through his pants. She starts to stroke gently, feeling the warmth and strength of him against her skin. "Will you help me get these off?" she asks, looking up at him with a wanton glint in her eye as she tugs impatiently on his shirt. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips nervously, leaving a shiny trail across them. The feel of his cock in her hand is driving her wild, and she needs more... so much more. But for now, she'll do as she's told, if it means getting closer to this incredible pleasure. "Please," she whispers, the word tumbling out between hot, needy breaths as she continues to stroke him through his pants. "Let me feel you."