It felt like it had been forever since she had been carefully applying her makeup, sliding into her dress and asking Jeb to zip her up. Of course she could have done it herself, but it was far more fun with his fingers brushing against her skin. The night was supposed to be about a bit of fun, some hopefully more than decent music, a bit of business and then some far more naughty fun once she got back to her room. Nothing like this could have even begun to appear on her plans.
On anyone's likely as not.
So it was with supreme relief that Brodie's suggestion was punctuated by a stilling of the ship below, above and around them. It really seemed nearly too good to be true, as they all sat against the wall. Az's legs were bent at the knees but splayed out in front of her, making her seem more like a doll that had been thrown against the wall. Rather than a usually quite competent businesswoman on vacation.