Page 140 of Cozen

Opening the bathroom door just enough to peer out, she found Jett was still hidden behind the door of his own private space. Cozen came out quickly, and moved across the room to the small wet bar. She grabbed one of the crystal glasses, and used the spirit Jett had been drinking for most of the night to fill it almost to the rim.

Far too much alcohol for just him.

That was okay, too.

Cozen opened the baggie, and dropped the powder into the whiskey. A couple of swirls of the glass, and the powder was gone entirely. Like it hadn’t even been there to begin with. She hid the baggie in her palm as a knob jiggled.

She just turned around as Jett’s bathroom door opened, and he came out. He’d left his jacket, and shirt behind. His pants were undone, and his shoes were gone. He was not a bad looking man—fit for his age, and aging well, too.

Like a fine wine.

Another woman would suit him well, and be what he needed. Cozen was never going to be that woman, though.

“Good God, woman,” he murmured.

Cozen smiled, and tipped her head to the side. “Do you like it?”

Jett came closer. “I knew I would. You may like red, but I like black.”

“Drink?”

He was right in front of her now—distracted with eyes glazed, and lust on his mind. She could see his erection straining against his pants as his hand came up to stroke down her naked side.

“You poured it for me?” he asked.

Cozen nodded. “You like whiskey, don’t you?”

“My preference to water,” Jett said, smirking.

“Drink, then.”

He took the glass.

Cozen held her breath.

Jett’s hand continued to stroke her naked skin as he tipped the glass back, and downed a good half of the whiskey in one go.

Half should do it.

Overdo it, even.

She moved a little closer to Jett. She needed his attention to be focused on her while the powder did its magic, and started to really kick in hard. That was the thing about Quaaludes—though they were illegal in the states, you could get them elsewhere—it didn’t take them very long to kick in, and a person could tell once they did.

“Come here,” Cozen whispered.

She cupped Jett’s jaw, and stroked his five o-clock shadow with her thumb. Pulling him in even closer, she kissed him until he was responding back fully. His arm wrapped around her waist to hold her tight, and his hand slid down to palm her ass.

Cozen moved them—making Jett walk backward toward the bed. A slow walk. Careful and measured with each step. Her gaze never left his, and she kept those sweet whispers going to keep his attention fully on her.

She felt his first step miss—a stumble just before the bed.

He landed where he needed to go. She moved over him. She straddled his waist, and put her hands against his bare chest. Beneath her fingertips, she could feel his heart racing.

Maybe a half of a glass with a half of a baggie of crushed pills was just a little bit too much for Jett. He had been drinking all night.

Cozen put the thoughts aside.

His gaze was hazy, now. His mouth was a little slack. His hold on her ass wasn’t as firm as it had been.