A lit cigar burned between Roy's lips, the smoke swirling lazily around him, a relaxed expression spread across his face while a woman sat on a smaller stool by his foot, attending to his toenails with rapt attention, her eyes never once daring to stray from her task.Somewhere behind him, the soft clink of glasses echoed from the suite's private bar where Stephanie stood, pouring bourbon into two glasses.She picked up both glasses and sauntered over to where her husband sat, her hips swaying with every confident step she took in her fitted jumpsuit, the kind of walk that commanded attention without even trying.The woman tending to Roy's toenails kept her gaze firmly downward, unbothered, or perhaps simply wise enough to mind her own business.Stephanie came to a stop beside Roy, holding out one of the glasses toward him with a playful tilt of her lips."Baby, I poured a glass for you."Roy lazily opened his eyes, his gaze settling on his wife with languid appreciation. A small smil
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