Leaning back against the pillows, I tried to will myself to sleep. It was nearly midnight and I really needed to get to the grow early in the morning. From the way the night was going, sleep wasn't on the menu.
The problem was I couldn't get Striker off my mind. For whatever hell forsaken reason, the fact that he had told me he wasn't attached to anyone made him very very appealing.
"I need to get laid," I muttered under my breath, tossing and turning in an attempt to get more comfortable. Apparently, my brain had kicked into horny mode the first time I came across a male that didn't reek of idiocy.
He's your employee. An irritatingly reasonable voice in the back of my head chided. Striker is off limits for you.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." I growled. The voice was right though. And I wasn't about to fire him just so I could try and get my rocks off. I was an asshole, but not that kind of asshole.
Finally burrowing my head under my pillow, I resorted to counting sheep. It was finally somewhere around 247th fluffy fucker that I finally slipped into much needed sleep.
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Big Cats and Cowboys | A Striker x Reader Series
RomanceWhen sinners kept risking their necks to sneak into your grow, you decide to up the security. That is when you meet a handsome, if not slightly terrifying, cowboy. From the creator of Dancing with Danger and Shadows and Sinners. I do not own Hellu...
