“I guess we better walk through now,” Taylor said. “Even if the guy
makes me feel like I have bugs crawling under my clothes.”
“I know what you mean.”
“Balls are only good for one thing,” Taylor said, surprising the heck out
of Christina. “For use in self-defence maneuvers.”
“Also, for repopulating the species.”
“Which is better done out of a petri dish in a lab, if you ask me.”
Taylor didn’t offer clarification on that. She turned and walked through
the open door that Christina just had time to gape at her back. It wasn’t
possible that Taylor wasn’t into guys, was it? Just because she made
disparaging comments about an obvious arsewipe who eyed up her chest
instead of offering her a decent greeting, didn’t mean that she was a lesbian.
It could mean anything. That she didn’t like getting hit on. That she found it
tiresome and annoying, especially when she was trying to conduct business
and wanted to be taken seriously, despite being beautiful. It could mean that
she’d had a rough ride in the past where men were concerned and was on a
break from the male species.
The building turned out as rough on the inside as it was on the outside,
but Christina could definitely see possibilities. A few walls here and there,
new flooring, and some tasteful furniture could go a long way. The structure
seemed sound and the improvements to the building, with a few crews
working at the same time, wouldn’t take very long.
It was impossible to tell what Taylor was thinking. She kept her distance
from Mega Creepy Realtor Dude and kept her expression guard
ed. At the
end of the walkthrough, she did thank the guy and promise to call if they
were interested. It didn’t seem like Taylor would ever call, and the realtor
clearly wanted to cut his losses and get to his next appointment. He got in
his car and ripped out of the gravel parking lot, spraying both cars with dust
and bits of gravel.