If it had been someone else, someone less refined, this scene might have appeared creepy or nasty.
But as it was Nathan, the slightest flick of his finger was elegant, and even the way he inhaled was somehow dignified. It was almost as if he was a connoisseur taking a sip of a particular wine for the first time.
After taking a few more breaths of that glorious nicotine stick, Nathan tossed the cigarette into the trash bin.
Sonny blinked at him. He had just taken his lighter out and was about to offer it.
He stared at the cigarette now lying among some discarded papers, and then looked back at his boss in confusion.
“Boss… Weren’t you going to smoke it?”
Nathan leaned back against his chair and massaged his temples.
“Lucinda is far smarter than we give her credit for. She’ll definitely know if I smoked. Well, I can’t afford to smoke in my current state, anyway.”
The closest thing he could do was to sniff the damn thing.
Sonny nodded emphatically.
“Remember to take the trash out when you leave later.”
“Of course, Boss.”
The neat little cheat was already doing its trick, as Nathan was feeling so much more at ease than before.
This might be the best way for him to cope with his anxiety in the meantime. And it was an easy matter to hide, too. He could get his aromatic hits several times a day, and even carry it with him when he went out, and Lucinda would never know.
“This particular brand smells brilliant,” Nathan remarked.
“If you find some free time this afternoon, buy me a few boxes and stash them in one of my desk drawers.”
“You mean, here? Inside the study?” Sonny stared at Nathan. This short exchange had him displaying varying degrees of astonishment in just a handful of minutes.
“You’re too bold, Boss! Don’t you think it would be risky? Miss Simmons might discover them at any time.”
Nathan was certainly walking a tight rope with this one.
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But the man simply waved Sonny’s worries away.
“She has a lot of work to deal with during the daytime, and she seldom comes into my study whenever she’s home. It’s not like she has a habit of looking through my drawers, anyway. Just hide the cigarettes in the bottom most drawer, everything will be fine.”
Would they really be, though?
Sonny had his doubts.
Or was it that Nathan was actually inviting punishment from Lucinda?