Michael looked at himself in the mirror of his condo. He frowned. He wasn't looking too good.
You're turning into your father, Mike. Don't become Alexander Cambias. He's too good for you. He turned the water on freezing cold. That was how he wanted to feel towards the world. He splashed the water against his face. It shocked him with its movement. He looked in the mirror again, water dripping from his face.
"Damn, Michael, you look really sexy when you're all wet." A voice came from the doorway. He turned to find Bianca standing there, grinning at him slyly. Her hair was tussled, her teenage body covered with peach silk. Michael grinned back. She is the person you want to fear you most. She walked to him, seductively, then ran her fingers through the wetness of his hair. He felt himself about to give way. He closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of her fingers against his skin.
He opened his eyes, and she was gone. But his chances weren't.
He felt hot. The water on his face was lukewarm, but still there. He needed the heat. He turned back to the faucet, turning it on to a steaming temperature. The heat was even more assaulting to his senses. Gave him even more drive. He wanted the world to want him. He wanted Bianca to want him.
He turned to the doorway, still not bothering to dry his face. Bianca appeared in the doorway again. This time she was not in lingerie. She looked scared and beaten. She looked like she had the night he raped her. Her eyes were now haunted.
"You've always only wanted Lena, haven't you?" He found himself ask.
"How could you do it to me?" She ignored his question. She wanted to have the upper hand.
He shrugged his shoulders, a smirk inevitably appearing on his face. "I couldn't help myself."
"That's not a reason."
He licked his lips. Her eyes narrowed. He loved the control. "Maybe not for me assaulting you..." he found himself walking slowly up to her. She was frozen. Her eyes fought with her emotions. She was trying not to look at him. She was also trying to look him straight in the eye, so as not to give him satisfaction. She tried to make it those things. He saw curiosity. Ah, there is hope for you, Binks.
His closeness made her queasy, made her helpless. It took all his strength not to...
"...it certainly is a reason to seduce you."
This time, she could look him right in the eyes. He was amused by her strength. I took all your strength, Bianca. Don't even try to pretend you still have some.
"That," she said, not even a shake in her voice, "is never going to happen."
Wrong thing to say. He thought. She should have known that he would rise to the challenge. He moved in closer to her. Invaded her space. Why not? I've already invaded her innocence. He leaned his head down so his mouth was right next to her ear. Bianca was too scared of his face right next to hers, she didn't even notice he had slipped his arm around her waste, that he had moved his foot between hers. He let his hand fall slowly past the curve of her waist.
"Do you know how hot you make me? I want to take you right now." He breathed the words into her ear. No woman had ever resisted him. No man had ever tried so hard for her. No woman either.
"You've stolen too much from me." Was the only way she knew to answer. He grinned, then, he walked away.
"You know the way out, Binks."
He didn't even hear her leave. He wondered if she had been his imagination again.

Kendall saw the door to Michael's house open through the window. She was shocked to see Bianca walking out through it.
"Bianca! What were you doing in his house?" Kendall's voice rang through Bianca's ears. She turned to her sister.
"I don't think I even know." Bianca felt ready to cry. She had gone to prove something to him...something to herself. She left feeling just as invaded as when he...
Kendall put her arms around her sister. "I don't want to ever see you going into the house that belongs to that horrible excuse for a man. Did you hear me, Bianca?"
Bianca looked at her sister appreciatively. She had come to realize how good a person her sister was after everyone found out about the rape. Kendall wanted to kill Michael. But, then again, so did everyone else in town.
"I promise." Well, she didn't want to go to his house ever again, so she didn't lie.
The sisters smiled at each other.
"Why don't you come in for a cup of tea? Aidan is making some." Bianca smiled at her sister's warmth. She nodded.
Aidan immediately offered her a cup of tea, gave her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, nodded to Kendall, and left the room.
"Well, are you going to tell me why you were at Michael's condo?"
Bianca sighed, sipping her tea. "I wanted to prove something..."
She paused.
"To whom?"
She looked at Kendall. "I don't know. Myself? Michael? My future? The unknown?"
Kendall took Bianca's hand in hers. "You don't have to prove a damn thing to anyone."
She could only now feel his hand at her waist. It went lower, lower...she squeezed her sisters hand. She started to cry against her grateful smile. Kendall drew her close and hugged her as a sister.