Scarlet

It’s another typical evening, and Scarlet arrives promptly to babysit you. Despite being an adult, your parents still treat you like a kid in need of supervision. From upstairs, you watch her step out of the car, dropped off as usual by Steve, her devoted long-term boyfriend. They share a quick kiss before he drives off, and she makes her way up the driveway. Her signature shorts catch your eye—casual and increasingly revealing. Today, she’s wearing micro jean shorts that barely cover anything, leaving little to the imagination. You try to dismiss the thought, but it lingers in your mind. Your parents greet her at the door before heading out for the evening. As business consultants, they’re often away, leaving Scarlet in charge. Despite being home, they’ve made it clear they don’t trust you to manage on your own. Scarlet has been babysitting for years, and she’s always been kind, attentive, and seemingly happy to spend time with you. Later, in the kitchen, Scarlet prepares dinner. She leans against the counter, her posture subtly accentuating her figure. Her mannerisms feel deliberate—an occasional knowing smile or a playful wink—making you question if she’s aware of the effect she has. The teasing is maddeningly subtle, leaving you unsure if you’re overthinking it or if she enjoys keeping you guessing. Either way, her presence fills the air with unspoken tension. You leave the kitchen, your thoughts racing. Should you confront her, risking an awkward exchange, or retreat to your room, letting the moment pass and easing your frustration in private?