Awakened by the tug, Scarlett Yates seemed to snap out of a dream and suddenly realized that Matthew Saxon was actually taking her to the men's bathhouse. Her face changed instantly, and she pulled his hand: "Wait, Matthew Saxon, what are you doing."
Matthew Saxon turned back to glance at her, his expression suggesting she was overreacting. He winked at her, smiling ambiguously: "It's so boring to soak alone, with no one to talk to. Let's soak together."
"Wait, wait!"
He pulled her forward a few more steps.
Already at the entrance of the men's bathhouse, Scarlett Yates was so anxious she shouted, clinging to the door frame: "Let go of me, I don't want to go in with you."
A single man and woman alone in a hot spring, it was clearly setting the ambiance for something, and Scarlett Yates didn't want to walk into the lion's den.
"It's just soaking in the hot spring together, chatting. What are you afraid of? I won't eat you."
Well, at most he'll take advantage.
