"Room service," Hazy suggested, smirking.
"Uhhmmm," Pavana nodded. "You order anything, Hazy?"
"Dessert," said Hazy, languorously, grinning, and she addressed the door softly, "It's open, come on in."
The man came into the room, pausing inside to shut the door behind him and standing still there to face them across the short distance between them. The confrontation was sudden and direct, his eyes meeting theirs, a crossfire of three stares ensuing-but within moments they were all three smiling faintly, provocatively, smiles that curved their lips like the spacy balm of a barbituate. He was tall, more slender than muscular but with an abundance of hair on his arms and legs and chest that gave him a sensuous physical presence, though his broadening smile evoked a milder image. He was wear
