Big Cats and Cowboys | A Striker x Reader Series

A Thank You

Striker turned out to be the kind of imp who could actually do a job without having to be watched over like a small child. For the first few nights, I had checked the cameras I had installed in the grow to make sure he wasn't sleeping or fucking around. When it was obvious that he was capable of doing his job, my anxiety began to ease. 

Shiva seemed to warm to him, if only out of curiosity. And unlike other sinners, he did not seem to be terrified of her, holding out his palm for her to sniff. 

After a week, I paid an evening visit to the grow. Striker was sitting in a chair by the door, cleaning a pistol. Looking up, he asked, "To what do I owe the pleasure, boss?"

"Have you had dinner yet?" I replied, holding up a bag of Chinese takeout.

Giving me his full attention, Striker set the pistol off to the side, "Well, that's kind of you."

Handing him a few boxes of food, I took a seat on the edge of the work table, "I wanted to thank you for doing a good job."

We ate in silence for a while, eventually falling into small talk about the plants. He had no growing experience but had enough common sense to avoid the usual stupid questions I got asked. Gradually, we began to relax around one another. 

Maybe Shiva has a clue, I couldn't help but think, This imp may work out well.