Flynn took my hand and pulled me out through the kitchen and into a large marble hallway. A staircase swept around from the bottom to the top floor, and a wrought-iron banister ran the length of the upstairs landing.
We ascended the stairs and, on reaching the landing, Flynn gave me a whirlwind tour without opening the doors. Nodding left and right, he familiarized me to the layout. "Guest room, bathroom, guest room, study, another bathroom, my office, my library, and this..." he threw open the double doors at the end of the corridor, "Is my love pad," he said, chuckling.
It was masculine and very Flynn. Cool vintage gray and white lines, plain gray curtains and black furniture. White sheets and a cool gray, luxury silk comforter covered the massive bed. "It was custom made for orgies."