What she wants (1)

Jeff opened the door of his 43rd floor penthouse and let JoAnna come inside.

She got in, and he closed the door behind her. Both of them are nervous wrecks.

"Is it OK if I keep your things in my bedroom?" Jeff hesitantly asked.

She gave him a small nod. Jeff entered through the third door on the right carrying her suitcase, while JoAnna slowly continued down the long hallway until she reached a large game room with a pool table, chess table which is set up, pinball machines and a poker table surrounded with sofas and chairs. Wet bar was on the right side filled with various liquors. Everything looked sterile, no dust, no sign of wear or ever being used. The room was dark, lit up by the light of a burning fireplace.

JoAnna heard Jeff's steps approaching. "Do any people come here?"

"Not really."

"I never imagined that this would be your style." JoAnna looked around.

"It's not..." Jeff admitted. "I told designer to do what he wants, and it ended up like this."