The atmosphere in the living room rose and the ambience around them suddenly became ambiguous, Hector Rogers' hand couldn't resist roaming over Eloise Thompson and the two almost.

As she nearly scraped the gun, Eloise Thompson snapped to attention, blushing and pushing Hector Rogers away.

"I'm going to take a shower"

Hector Rogers' voice was hoarse and he couldn't help but feel a little chagrined at how he almost couldn't help himself.

With that said, Hector Rogers entered the bathroom.

Eloise Thompson knew he must have taken a cold shower and, thinking about it, ducked back into her room in shame.

Later that night, Eloise Thompson returned to her room...