Means I'm gonna have to search for some place private...

You guess you shouldn’t worry about the next day or two. Right now, all you could think about was Scarlet again. Each step you took while searching for a more secretive place made you realize that your knees were still a little weak after your orgasm, so you paused in the tunnel to catch your breath again.

Ironically, in your search to find a place not to be seen, a lot of people pass you, also reminding you that this might be an impossible task. It’s nice to get caught up with the cave's occupants, but at the same time, you do end up feeling pretty awkward. Luckily, or maybe not so luckily, you find yourself stumbling over Alexandra; still a little miffed with you after your odd behavior during breakfast.

Alexandra’s off-colored eyes look over you with distaste written over her face. You’d do the same, but you bite your tongue. “What’s the matter?”

“What do you mean what’s the matter?” She snarls. “You’re acting all weird in front of Amari’s clients! What’s the matter WITH YOU?”

You step back, no longer feeling sensitive. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t understand?” Alexandra pushes you, and you stumble, hardly able to catch yourself. “Wait until Amari hears about this, you jackass!”

“Sheesh, are you on your period or something?”

As soon as you say it, you wish you wouldn’t have. Alexandra becomes something of a she-devil and starts pushing and shoving you around. Despite her more diminutive stature, she gets back into a closet. You both filter inside, and she closes the door, jabbing her index finger at you like she’s got a knife. The supply closet is mostly empty. There are a few shelves and a bucket with a mop in it. All the cleaning supplies are spotless, indicating recent use, so this place isn’t totally forgotten.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” Alexandra barks with her finger against your chest. “I hate it when men get distracted, so you better pay attention to me.”

You dart your gaze at her and find her to be just inches away from you. Her face is puffed out, and her features are flustered. A tint of red goes across her cheeks as she becomes increasingly annoyed with you. You can hardly believe this is the same girl that lured you to the airport to have sex.

Your mind, still flowing in the lingering strings of sex, return to your first and last night with Alexandra. You look down and unwittingly capture a peek of her breasts as they sway in her anger. You piece together she has no bra on, which turns you slightly on before she slaps you. “That’s not what I meant!” There’s no fluster behind her words, just crudeness.

Her harsh slap brings you back to reality. Alexandra is going to be a problem. You suppose she's always been a problem. You look around the closet and spot a camera behind her in a pristine box. You squint, careful not to bring her attention to what you're looking at it. A polaroid... Might be useful...?

You stare at her and rub your cheek.