He takes her deeper into the forest.

Ethan motioned to get the attention of the floor manager and called out to him, "Your moronic employee here owes me for fucking up my Brioni trousers. I'm going to take her out back for a minute to deal with her. I'll have her back on the floor when I'm done with her, alright?"

He got a nod of confirmation and returned his attention to his incredibly hot neighbor kneeling at his feet.

"I'm going to take you out behind the restaurant and you're going to pay me what I'm owed, the only way you know how. Do you understand?"

Her eyes fell to the floor. She nodded silently. She kept herself from sobbing at the public embarrassment, but tears began to run down her face quietly anyway. She couldn't believe she was being degraded by a customer in front of the entire restaurant. She felt her stomach twist into a knot, and a wave of nausea hit her. Despite everything, she felt her hands had a magnetic pull downwards towards her skirt. She looked down with shock to see that her hand was slowly reaching under the waistband of her skirt. She jerked it away and held her hands firmly on her lap.

Ethan stood up to leave and motioned for her to follow. He didn't look back at her as he walked directly into a thicket of trees a few hundred feet away. Alexa followed, staring at the ground in silence. The noises of the restaurant began to fade to a soft hum. Finally, he turned around to face her. He stood still for a minute, just taking everything in. He had spent so much effort maintaining a facade to make his plan work, he hadn't taken the time to realize how ridiculous this entire situation was. Sure, it was all a dream, but it also felt shockingly real. His gorgeous neighbor was standing right in front of him, completely wrapped around his finger. He didn't even know her name until a few minutes ago. He smiled.

Meanwhile, Alexa was standing still and staring at the forest floor to avoid making eye contact. Her head was reeling with a mixture of conflicting emotions. On one hand, she felt uncomfortably **** and very exposed in her short skirt and see-through blouse. She was also feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame at all the mistakes she had made, and dread at the task she had to complete. At the same time, she also felt a thrill of arousal at everything that had happened that she couldn't wrap her head around. She felt dirty, like some mentally disturbed nymphomaniac, because despite everything terrible that was happening, she just wanted to touch herself. She decided to put her hands behind her back to keep them still.