Chapter 15

To the left, shimmering with the same odd luminescence as the pool outside, rested what was either a sunken, very small pool, or a deep, very large tub. But there was no scent of chlorine in the air, and the elaborate furnishings, entertainment system and mirrored walls that ran on the far walls nudged John’s guesstimation to the side of tub for relaxing, as opposed to a pool for horsing around. He glanced at the thick rugs, fireplace, and plush oversized pillows; okay, more so for fucking than relaxing. In the span of a wink John’s take went from appreciative to disdainful. Cheesy bastard.