*Giovani*

Cigar smoke swirled around in the air as I breathed in the Cuban tobacco. Irish whiskey and a cigar was a perfect pairing, a swirling harmony of flavor, or at least to me it was. The study was quiet after Olivia left, but my thoughts were still racing in time with the clock.

The scent of sex still lingered underneath the smoke as I leaned back in my leather chair. The study was empty now, but I could still taste her on my lips.

My eyes kept ...