Pop! Dweeb filled two flutes. "We must make a toast to our phenomenal success!"
Its contents bubbling, Dorky handed one of the long-stemmed crystals to Jasmine and dramatically orated as he raised his own flute high, "To Coventry!"
Jasmine giggled. Dweeb clinked his glass against hers. She took a cautionary sip and ventured, "I must admit this is quite tasty."
"Only the best for my star!" Dweeb proclaimed. Dorky directed Jasmine's gaze to the positive screens, subtly refilling her glass each time she set it down to read a new accolade. As Jasmine's concentration became more focused on the changing screens, Dweeb gently laid an unnoticed hand on her shoulder. He leaned his head next to hers in a pretense of reading. The executive actually did read a few of the exceptional compliments aloud as prefaces for additional toasts. But his attention was inexorably drawn to the voluptuous elevated mounds of breasts and the precariously creeping silk that was slowly sliding ever higher up Miss Jade's sensuous thighs. Dweeb's Pavlovian response to those sultry stimuli induced him to repeatedly lick his lips to prevent saliva from dripping into Jasmine's cleavage. "Isn't this great?" Dweeb cheered. He jerked Jasmine from the chair. Dweeb picked the object of his deepest desires off the floor and swung her round and round.
"Put me down, Dweeb," Jasmine giggled. "The room is already spinning."
Dorky followed Jasmine's command, but not as she had intended. Suddenly, Miss Jade was down, flat on her back on the king-sized bed with Dweeb on top of her. Jasmine couldn't see because her hair was covering her face, but she could feel Dweeb's panting breath on her neck.
"Oh, Jasmine . . ." Dorky growled
In stupefied shock Jasmine hesitantly uttered, "W-What do you think you're doing?" Then in a peal of real panic, she cried, "Get off me!"
Suddenly the writhing weight holding her down vanished, as if magically levitated. Jasmine pulled her hair away from her blinking eyes to blearily see Mick frog-marching the executive into the bathroom. She heard a loud splash when Loneshark threw Dweeb headfirst into the still-filled Jacuzzi and a low rumble when Loneshark switched on the jets. The detective returned, closing the door on a spluttering Dorky.
"Are you all right?" Mick asked quietly, with concern melting from his icy eyes. He took hold of her hand and gently pulled Jasmine to her feet.
"Y-Yeah," Jasmine sputtered, tugging the hem of her dress downward. "I can't believe he would try such a thing! He was a perfect gentleman until – "
"Come on, Kid! I thought you were smarter than this!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You haven't noticed how he looks at you, like a starving wolf staring at a lost lamb? You think he put you in the bridal suite by accident?"
