<strong>Who:</strong>Dahlia Stevens<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Kitchen<br/><strong>With:</strong>William McGowin, Mr. Torres, Mrs. Rogers<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1<br/><strong>What:</strong>Trying to resist William<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">That flick of his tongue against her finger had her moan softly. The insinuation was clear and tempting to say the least. She slid her fingertip from between soft lips that she easily recalled kissing. His hands roamed over her body, pressed up against the counter, fingers slipping beneath the white apron, his teeth at her earlobe biting gently, her lower body tightening, fingers gripping the edge of the counter. His fingers pressed into the gray skirt, sliding over the plane of her tummy had her eyes closing. If it were up to her, she'd let him push her skirts up right here and take her as her hands slid into the flour dusting the counter, but the watchful eyes of Mrs. Rogers were never far away or even those of Mr. Torres. </span></span>