" A wet bar?" he took the time to look. " Oh yeah, I forgot about that. It should be full still too." he said as if he were talking about the weather or something else that was just normal. " Stop freaking out and just enjoy." he said giving her nose a light poke.

" I'll get my instruments out of the middle bedroom so that you will have a little more room." he said walking over to a control pad on the wall. " The temperature is voice controlled. Some of the windows in the middle and third room are a bit sticky so be careful if you try to open them. I almost took my own finger off a few months ago." he shifted his stance a bit. Yeah, that was the problem with dudes who were born into money, this is low key.