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“I’ll be staying here until dinner,” I step from the car and walk into Aficionado’s. As one of the most exclusive cigar lounges in the city, I can ensure I always have the cigars and bourbon I prefer available. The selective clientele is also always appreciated.
“Oro Blanco?” The bartender gestures toward me with a slightly conflicted look on his face as he inquisitively asks, “And a Jefferson’s Ocean?”
“You pick up pretty fast for the new guy, Mike.”
He smiles and I’m unsure if it’s because he got my order correct or because I remembered his name from my last visit.
Taking my time walking through the bar, I pass several open seats since it is usually pretty quiet in here this time of the day. I finally take my usual seat in one of the oversized, leather upholstered, wingback chairs at the back of the lounge. It’s quiet back here, and unless someone comes to seek me out, I will enjoy my cigar and bourbon in peace.
And today, that’s what I want.
“Just you today, sir?” Mike questions when he brings the cigar and drink to my table.
“Yes,” I nod at him.
He dips his head in response before walking from the table.
After inhaling the aroma of my cigar, I clip the end. I ignite my gold, engraved lighter and hold the cigar above the flame. I patiently wait for it to be equally heated and rotate it over the flame, like toasting a marshmallow. When there is a glowing ring around the tip and the edges are thinly blackened, I raise it to my mouth. I watch as the embers burn while I take my first puff.
People tend to associate cigars with sex. Freud. The oral fixation. The phallic shape. But they truly couldn’t be more wrong.
They are sexual, but like a woman. It’s all about finding the perfect one for your palette. Having the time and patience to ensure it's warmed and ready. Then, finally savoring what you’ve eagerly been waiting for.
Spending a little over an hour enjoying my smoke and drink, my thoughts trail to those of indulging with the pretty blonde currently taking up residence in my home.
An indulgence I will not actually be partaking in.
ChapterTen
ELLIE
My phone buzzes in my pocket for the fifth time in the past three minutes.
Lyla…
I wasn’t supposed to start work until tomorrow, but the DeLuca’s asked if I could cover naptime for them to go to an appointment. I happily obliged.
Laying Amelia down in her bed, I quietly shut the door and head downstairs. I take a moment to quickly clean up the toys while both kids sleep, before sitting on the couch and seeing what Lyla wants.
LYLA
Girl, where are you?
I’m starting to think this man might’ve killed you
Did he dick you to death?
Seriously, are you okay?
Ell?????
I’m fine Mom…
I slept in this morning and then came straight to watch the kids when I got up
Head up here. The DeLuca’s will be home by the time you get here.
You can see the place and I will give you every juicy detail you’re waiting for
