<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Well, sounds like this place might be worth my time after all. Perhaps we could schedule a tour of the docks and maybe downtown? Besides, it would be nice to see more of the city." </span></span><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">She liked the way this man moved. He was a business man to the core. Bruce had brought up a valid point, however: if she were to claim the properties and use them for her business, she would be able to step out of her father's shadow for good. The dispensaries had been her idea, and she had gotten all the necessary licenses and such on her own, with no assistance from her father. "Savvy's Herbhouse" was her brainchild. The bud was grown and packaged in Canada, and distributed to her dispensaries in Canada, California, Oregon, Colorado, Washington, and Michigan. Even though she was still a part of the family business, she was now making money independently. And quite a large sum, at that. The weed was not only grown sustainably, but organically as well, which helped to save money and maximize profit. With a broad spectrum line of both CBD and THC products, it was within reason to assume that she was on a financial level similar to Bruce. And that was only the legal distribution.</span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><br/>
Savvanah couldn't help but bite her lip when he winked at her. Good to know they were on the same wavelength. She brought the glass of wine to her lips, humming her approval as she took a small sip. "You have excellent taste, Bruce," she said, giving him a grin before taking another sip. "Good to know that I'm in the company of someone with sense when it comes to wine." She set the glass down and picked up the menu. Although she hated to admit it, Savvanah would eat anything. Pizza was her favorite, with gelato at a close second. She had grown accustomed to eating at fine dining establishments over the years, but deep down she'd be fine with a grilled cheese and some french fries. As her eyes skimmed the menu, she couldn't help but glance at the man across from her. It had been at least a year since she'd been seeing someone, and probably about 4 months since she had sexual relations. To say the least, her hormones were working double time. She wanted to tangle her fingers in his hair, and kiss her way from his neck all the way down... <br/>
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She had to pull herself from the trance, realizing once again that he'd been staring at him. She felt her cheeks get hot and promptly buried her nose back in the menu. She had to focus on something other than him, or she wouldn't make it out of here with her dignity. She decided on fried calamari, chicken alfredo, and some tiramisu for dessert. She set her menu down, trying to not look at him as she sipped her wine.</span></span>