Striker grinned at me as he took the bottle from my hand and took a swig himself. He then set the bottle down and leveled a gaze at me, "Typically I go to a bar, drink, and find a companion for the night."
Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that we had just had a brush with death, but I only raised an eyebrow. His honesty and crassness didn't phase me one bit. Instead, I leaned against the counter and replied, "Well, we have the drink at least."
Striker chuckled, taking another swig from the bottle, "We can have the companionship too if you want."
I take the bottle from him, "I think you've had enough."
Coming closer, he grins wolfishly at me, "It's entirely your call."
I look him up and down. Yes, he had a certain swaggering charm about him. And yes, he was handsome. I tilted my head, considering his offer.
After everything that had happened tonight, maybe some companionship wasn't such a bad idea. Offering Striker a coy smile, I took a step closer to him, closing the gap between us as I said, "I have a habit of reading romance novels. My expectations are quite high."
Striker's grin turned seductive as he replied in a tone that sent a shiver of pleasure through me, "Oh, I intend on meeting every expectation."
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Little Shop of Romance | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceWhen the mafia begins offering you protection for a fee, you enlist the help of someone willing to get his hands dirty. From the creator of Bless the Broken Road, Heavy is the Head, and more. I do not own Helluva Boss or any of its characters, I'm j...