Filthy, Dirty, Cowboy

Can this filthy, older cowboy help a prim, curvy, city girl see the country ain’t so bad?
Portia
I don’t milk cows,
I don’t haul hay,
I don’t ride horses.
I should’ve put that on my resume.
Maybe then I wouldn’t be stuck at ground zero surrounded by ‘nature’ and a cowboy named Hawk.
Who names their baby Hawk?
I think I hate him. In fact, I’m pretty sure we hate each other,
Until he opens his gritty mouth.
What is it about a grumpy, filthy, inked up cowboy that does it for me?
I’m not sure, but I think I’m about to find out.
Hawk
The last thing I need is some corporate suit, edging in on my productivity.
The boss says she’s here for a possible buy-in.
It could mean more money for the ranch and more business for Rugged Mountain.
I say it’s a big mistake and I’m hell bent on proving it.
If I have to make her life miserable, so be it.
Trouble is, the ‘suit’ in question is a hot, curvy, bombshell that I can’t look away from.
I have no business putting my filthy hands on this prim, young woman,
But I’m not gonna let that stop me.