Anything the man wanted to keep private was already well warded against prying eyes, so there was no reason to resist tempting her to view his chambers for herself. He was, at least, letting her have a bit of privacy while she did so, and Wes rather thought that was an excellent show of restraint.
By the time she came back out, he was waiting with the bottle of bubbly in one hand and two flutes crossed at he stems in his other hand. He didn't try to hide the way his eyes tracked down her body, taking in the subtle curves. She really was a slim and trim woman, wasn't she? And that flush on her cheeks... he did wonder if all that pale skin would flush for him. Ahh....tempting.
"Lovely," he murmured first. "Yes, indeed. This way," he motioned with the hand holding the flutes through the kitchen to the doors leading out onto the deck. The hot tub was on that side of the deck, the tall railing hugging two sides of it and providing a wide counter to store things while they soaked. Wes climbed up the three steps leading up the side of the spa and then stepped over the edge before setting the bubbly and glasses on the counter and turning back to offer her a hand in.