I set the plastic bin down and looked in through the doors. A young woman in a white lab coat had her back to me, and then turned. Her beauty suddenly struck me. I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but I sure as hell wasn’t expecting this.
Her long sandy blond hair was tied into a messy braid and lay over her shoulder down her chest. Her dark blue eyes were under thick lashes and her lips were plump and pink, though she wasn’t wearing any makeup. She had that natural beauty, and a soft speckle of freckles moved across the bridge of her nose. She was petite, with a small waist, full hips, and ample breasts. Why had I never seen her around town before? If I had, I would have definitely tried to take her in the back of my pickup truck instead of Sally Jenkins.
The young girl looked up and saw me through the doors. She sort of jumped a little and let out a gasp. Crash. She dropped a glass beaker that was in her hand. It shattered on the floor around her.
Oh great, the woman that was going to be working on my crops didn’t even have a steady hand. Just what I needed.
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