Chapter Three
In the afternoon one week later….
His email was simple…
6625 Westerfield St. Second Floor, end of corridor
Three p.m.
Wait for further instructions
The warehouse district surrounding the brick building was reminiscent of the neighborhood surrounding the bistro where they first met. At first glance, the blonde kari felt her tummy flutter and a moist warmth arise from between her thighs. A southerly wind whipped through the vacant streets spreading a warm breeze, creating warm chills running wildly through the woman’s body. In another time, the brick red building would have been a gem, housing some fancier manufacturer amid plainer business buildings… not tool and die like the grey concrete across the street, or small engine parts like the yellow brick in the next block
