The Hottest Hoobies Around (Greg x y/n smut)

My Man Greg

I've known Greg for what feels like years now, ever since I took over my grandads farm,
(50 Shades of Hay Farm).
Every day, without fail, he comes up to my house, gives the door exactly three raps, then lets himself in to discuss trading with me.
You'd think that spending that much time with a man as hot as Greg would lead to some... steamy scenarios, but our relationship had always been strictly platonic, not even so much a fleeting flutter of the heart ever occurred between us.
Until recently. Recently, something changed, i don't know what, and i don't know when it happened, but our eyes have been lingering a second too long, our hands have brushed a few times too many, i can't help but stare when he bends over to weed his crops.
These little moments, small seconds of tension have been building recently, so i've invited him round for drink tonight, spun a web about needed a light fixing, and that if he's coming round so late in the day to fix a light, he really should stay for a drink or two, maybe some food once he's done. God i'm nervous, and so excited, maybe i should hide a carrot seed in my pocket for good luck, it is his favourite plant after all.