Colette knew when she saw the hot tub what kind of job this would be.
"Hey!" he greeted her. "How do you like my painting? Isn't it rich..."
Colette declined and lifted her hand to her eyes to shut out the glare from the windows. There were no curtains to soften the bright California sun. She felt a headache beginning. "Let's go downstairs, I see I have my work cut out for me " she sighed.