Seeing Natalie Vaughn in rare discomfiture, the man laughed softly.
"What, don't want it?"
Natalie immediately replied.
"Of course, I do! Will you customize it for me after I choose?"
Zane Thorne glanced at her, chuckling.
"You wish."
Natalie grinned and pointed upstairs.
"If there's no customization, I'll choose from upstairs."
With such a wealthy husband, she had to take full advantage, or she'd be letting herself down.
Zane took out a pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and biting it between his lips. He habitually played with the lighter in his hands before lighting it.
"Snap," it sounded, pleasant to the ear.
The man didn't rush to smoke, just held it in his mouth, letting the smoke drift into his eyes.
Downstairs, only a single large light illuminated the workstation, while small lights marked each parked car spot.
Where Natalie stood was dim, while the light by the workstation shone on Zane, making him appear taller, like a deity.
