“I’m going to need another drink,” Marie said.
“Get one for me too,” Miguel yelled. “And shake that moneymaker when you walk away.”
“What has gotten into you?” Marie tsked. Miguel slapped her on the butt as she walked away from him. Riley couldn’t tell if she was imagining the exaggerated sway in Nick’s mom’s hips or if the woman really was flirting with her husband.
“Oh. My. God.” Jasmine enunciated each word.
“What?” Riley spun around and then wished she hadn’t. Kellen was standing behind them, hands on hips, looking pissed off. But what caught the eye was the impressive action happening below the belt. “Wow.”
“No offense, Kelly, but you’re my brother, and I can’t look at you like that,” Sesame said, looking up at the ceiling and gesturing in the direction of his crotch.
“I might have to start calling you Detective Dick instead of Detective Assface,” Jasmine said appreciatively.
Her cheeks flaming, Riley unhooked her pink-fringed belt and pushed it at Kellen. “Here.”
He snatched it out of her hand and secured it over his hips. “Did you do this?” he demanded to his sister.
Sesame shook her head rapidly from side to side until her Dolly wig quivered. “No! I swear, Kelly!”
“I’d like to dedicate this song to the woman I can’t wait to get naked tonight,” Nick said into the microphone. “Hit it, DJ.”
Christina Aguilera’s “Dirrty” drew an appreciative cheer from the oversexed crowd.
“Maybe it was an accident?” Riley suggested hopefully over the music. “Nick hid the rest of the vials in the refrigerator next door. Lily could have put the drug in the cupcakes.”
“No. To affect this many people, it had to be a much bigger supply,” Sesame insisted.
Tommy clanked over to them in his suit of armor. “Is there a fair maiden in need of servicing?” His hips gyrated lewdly in Sesame’s direction, and Riley said a prayer of gratitude for codpieces.
“Stop staring at my groin, Patel,” Kellen said through gritted teeth to Jasmine.
“Your groin is staring atme, Detective,” Jasmine shot back.
“That means Lurlene and Royce, or at least their henchman, is here,” Riley guessed.
Sesame cuddled into her husband’s chest. “Tommy, I think we’re in real trouble.”
“I don’t understand. Why would they drug an entire party?” he asked, sniffing his wife’s hair.
“It’s a distraction,” Riley said grimly. “No one is going to fight back when their libido is in overdrive.”
“And high dosages of HardMax can result in an overwhelming sense of well-being,” Sesame added.
“Did someone say ‘libido’?” Nick appeared at Riley’s side. His hand settled on the curve of her butt and squeezed.
She yelped. “Nick, focus! The Lionworths are here, and they slipped the drug into the punch.”
“I can focus all night long, baby. I can focus so hard. You’re gonna love how big my focus is,” he promised.
She could barely keep up with Regular Libido Nick. Turbocharged Nick could kill her.
Lily burst through the swinging kitchen door. “Code Man Fanny,” she shrieked before running back into the room.
Mrs. Penny grabbed her cane and her plate of cupcakes and hurried after her. Several other partygoers, mostly of the female persuasion, followed.
Finding the Cleopatra bed empty, Fred launched himself onto it and landed suggestively on one elbow, his leg bent at the knee, showing way too much downstairs action beneath his kilt. He patted the mattress and made eyes at an older woman in scrubs. “You with the stethoscope. Wanna check my pulse?”
Tommy leaned an armor-clad hand against the wall above Sesame’s head. “Why don’t we go talk about this naked and lying down? I’ll spell out my top one hundred favorite things about youwith my tongue.”
