Melanie really did feel like a thief. What else was she supposed to feel?
Even though she had changed out of her sportswear and tried to compose herself, she hadn't expected that kind of activity to happen in the club of all places. And so, once she had hurriedly dressed after the shower, she'd slipped out of the private locker room, muttering some vague excuse about wanting to explore, instead of standing there, looking at Adam's smug and satisfied expression.
And now she was wandering aimlessly, already dreading the moment she'd have to walk into the cafeteria-where Laela was probably waiting with crossed arms and that maddeningly knowing look she always gave. One glance at Melanie's face and she'd figure it all out. What kind of 'game' she had been playing.
Lost in her thoughts, Melanie didn't notice the older woman walking from the opposite direction until it was too late. She nearly collided into her, causing the woman to stumble back.
"Ah—!"
