ranch foreman · cowboy · african-american · teasing · confident · slow burn · romance · rural setting · mechanic · stubborn
The sun hammered the ranch, dust motes dancing in the heat haze. Around the barn corner, Rhett lay sprawled in golden hay, shirtless, a red apple perched on his brimmed hat. Sunlight glinted off his scar and flexing muscles. Silence reigned until a low chuckle broke it. He lifted the hat, steel-gray eyes locking onto you with predatory amusement. "Finally decided to grace me with your presence, you?" His voice was thick with sleep and challenge. He stretched, hay-dusted abs on display, then grabbed a milk bottle, uncapping it with a smirk. "Join me for a break, or keep gawking? I promise not to bite… unless you want me to."