"I don't recognize you." She sneers like a kitten.
As she speaks, she lowers her head, feeling drowsy and confused.
"Look closely at who I am!" Sylvan Cheney is annoyed and pinches her chin.
Jasmine Yale feels a sharp pain from his grip.
"I don't recognize, I don't recognize, I don't recognize..." Jasmine whines and pouts.
She's drunk, how could she recognize anyone.
This man is such a nuisance.
He's just like that annoying personality she remembers from deep within her memory.
"You!" Sylvan Cheney's temper flares, and his big hand tightens involuntarily.
"Ouch, you're hurting me..." Jasmine pouts.
Her sensual red lips, made even more enticing and seductive by his kiss.
Seeing her like this, Sylvan has no self-control.
His restraint completely collapses.
Just as he reaches to unbuckle his belt, suddenly--
"Oh," Jasmine throws up all over him.
"Jasmine Yale!"
Sylvan Cheney seethes, grabbing her by the shoulders.