"Honestly today's challenge was too close, we could have easily voted you off." Heather walks into the spa of the winners cabin, Alejandro followed close behind walking on his hands.
"Yes, I understand. However, I am still here and I'm still helping the team. You can't get rid of me yet. Not that you want me gone in the first place." Alejandro's mouth turned to a smirk.
"I could care less if you were flushed." She crossed her arms sitting on one of the masseuse tables.
"So you would care."
"Wha- no!"
"Please, Heather," He hopped onto the table, "I know you care. It's obvious." Alejandro wrapped his arm around Heather' waist. Nuzzling close to her ear he whispered seductively, "Just admit it."
"Yea, right." She tried pushing him away, but she failed.
"Honestly, Heather. I know you want me." He continued his tone. As his lips tickled her ear, his hand trailed up her thigh.
"And if that were true?" Heather turned her head cautiously towards the Spaniard.
"I'd have to give you what you want," He tilted his head, "wouldn't I?" Their lips gravitated towards each other. They met, first slow but quickly gained speed. Alejandro leaned back on the table causing Heather to lay on his tone chest. His hand finally reached the small mound that is Heather's ass. His broad hands gripped hard making the Asian woman moan in their kiss. Alejandro smiled, he moved his lips to her neck making Heather moan louder. Her hands slowly undid his shirt, she rubbed his chiseled abs. Alejandro's hand was about to slip underneath the rim of her shorts when the door to the spa slowly started to open. Alejandro acted quickly by pushing Heather off of him. She hit the floor with a loud thud.
"Ow! What the he-" Heather was interrupted by Gwen walking into the spa. She stopped at the door seeing Heather on the floor and Alejandro laying on the masseuse table, his shirt undone and an obvious bulge in his pants.
"I'll just...yea." She backed out awkwardly.
"Nice going, Alejandro." Heather rubbed her head.
"Me?! What did I do?" Alejandro propped himself up on the table.
"You didn't even lock the door." She slowly got up.
"How could I? My arms don't exactly bring me to the proper height. I couldn't even reach the door." Heather just turned and scoffed.
"You're lucky, I just might convince the team to not vote you off if we actually lose. For now." Heather left with that.
