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was gravelled over with tall weeds growing through in most spots, but since
it was surrounded by a tall chain link fence, it also had potential as a small
park for the dogs.
Christina knew that Taylor only informed over, over email, about the
appointment to see the property, because she’d been instructed to do so.
Taylor seemed too nice to go rogue on anyone. She’d signed the proposal
after, and when Christina emailed over the paperwork for the funding, she’d
circled the parts where it stated that any and all final decisions on property
purchased had to be approved by The Stellar Fund Venture Capitalist
Group. Since Christina was clearly Taylor’s main contact, she’d sent her the
information.
Christina wasn’t sure about the business being in the city. She’d
imagined it more so in a quiet residential area or on the outskirts, but she
also knew that wouldn’t work. It wouldn’t make sense for people to have to
travel a long way to get there. Being central, or just about central, in the
heart of the city, was better for traffic all around. The building was located
just a few blocks from a large park, so maybe it could work.
At the sound of tires crunching gravel, Christina turned. She watched a
tiny, old red car pull up and park beside hers. Taylor got out and Christina
found her heart momentarily stopping. The rest of her body turned into a
riot of internal activity. She felt the blood surge to some pretty embarrassing
spots. Her pulse pounded at her neck when she took in Taylor’s attire. Or
rather, what that clothing looked like on Taylor.
She was wearing tight jeans that defined her shapely hips and cupped
her perfect bottom. They narrowed and tucked into a set of brown cowboy
boots. A pink plaid shirt was half tucked into those jeans. It flowed over
Taylor’s narrow waist but was tight over the swell of her breasts. She’d left
a couple buttons undone at the top and Christina’s mouth went dry when
she noticed. Taylor’s sandy hair was tucked up into another messy bun. She
had no makeup on, but the sun shone down at just the right angle, like a soft
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