Big Cats and Cowboys | A Striker x Reader Series

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I kissed Striker.

The statement kept playing over and over as I stood beneath the hot water in the shower. Despite the fact that I really really enjoyed the kiss, I knew it couldn't happen again while he worked for me. But at the same point in time, I didn't want to be the asshole who fired someone just so I could get my rocks off. 

Leaning my forehead against the shower wall, I tried to figure out how I was going to deal with all of this. In all my years in the afterlife, I never would have thought I would be dealing with a situation like this. 

Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and sat down on the edge of the sink. I began running a comb through my wet hair when I heard my phone vibrate. 

It was none other than Striker. 

The text read, What are you doing tomorrow night?

I stared at the phone screen for a long moment before typing, Nothing planned. What's up?

I continued to stare at the screen until a response popped up. When it did a moment later, I wanted to scream like an overly excited teenage girl, I want to take you out to dinner.