<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Desiree</span></strong><br/><br/>She always loved the feel of warm water caressing her skin as she stood in the shower. She thought of how her first day had gone, the tumultuous events that'd occurred. She felt that pang of jealousy as she knew that Warwick had more than likely been up to something, but again she consoled herself knowing that his heart belonged to him. He never lied to her unlike the others, that alone made her smile as she thought happily of the feeling of his body against hers, his lips....<br/><br/>She shook herself out of her reverie as she eventually moved to step out of the shower, clad in only a fine, luxuriously soft towel with her long red locks in a hair turban. She made her way to Warwick's room next door.