"This is more like my office and living. I don't personally own a fancy home of my own. I like to stick close to my work and make sure nothing bothers my sleeping beauties below."<br/><br/>There was a slight smile to the bare thought, not only did she live within her fully operating garage, but the sense in knowing that she was a wolf, the place had the best security out of any other place here. A junk yard dog that had been place in a well maintained garage shop. She moved through the large office/living room space, a desk sitting to the far left side in front of a large ceiling to floor sliding glass door. Opposing the wall was a large eighty inch flat screen t.v that was split into six main views. One was in the front door of the store, one outside int he parking lot, and two in the back corners of the garage, and two more in the font corners of the garage bay. For the most part nothing could be made out on the screens with the exception of the lit parking lot itself.<br/><br/>There was other lingering objects scattered within the living/office, a couch was centered between the two main walls, and a few filing cabinets behind the desk, the filing cabinets were in each corner beside the large sliding glass door. From there, there was one door out of the entire room, closed and normally locked during the day. That was her personal room/sleeping quarters. Further back from the living space was a small one person kitchen with just the bare essentials for cooking. A small refrigerator and a stove.<br/><br/>"It isn't much but it is home and something I am well familiar with, below is the garage, and in front of it is the shop itself. There is food here and plenty to drink, make yourself completely at home. I am just going to go below and make sure the boys locked the shop and bolted down the garage."<br/><br/>Sadly for Mister Taylor there wasn't much in the way of t.v unless you counted watching the split screens of her shop as fun. More or less Teagan didn't need much to keep her happy, being that of a regular grease monkey took up most of her time, that and being at the club with her brother from time to time. With that Teagan moved to that locked door, slipping the key in to unlock it before switching the light on. There was  pause of thought before she looked over her shoulder back to him.<br/><br/>"Make yourself as comfortable as you want."<br/><br/>Slipping into the small room she closed the door behind her, slipping down out of the heels she curled her feet into the carpet working the sore muscles of her toes before moving again. Moving towards her closet she unzipped her white dress and nearly pried it from her form, once it was gone she replaced it with that gray, oil spotted, greasy jumpsuit of her's. The legs of the jumpsuit were ripped to the middle of her thigh and the arms of the suit were ripped to the more upper portion of her arms. The main reason for changing clothes was she didn't want to be in her better clothes while trouping through the garage, more times then not she had found herself looking over the men below and would give them a late night massage without pry thought in mind.<br/><br/>Exiting out of the room now Teagan was in the process of drawling her hair up and tying it to the nape of her neck as she looked to Mister Taylor. He stood out here, more so stood out considering it was night time. The only time she had ever had men standing were he was now was for business and signing papers.<br/><br/>"If you want you can come with me, it is up to you."