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"Mccree…" you drawled out, swirling your glass of bourbon around. You laughed.

You were no fool; you remembered that old cowboy from when you first started your business. He had confronted you before with a job that he needed you to finish. Said his boss needed to find some dirt, but he didn't wanna bother with it. Simple enough, you were getting paid. He asked you to find some discrepancies with background files. Background files of people from Overwatch, no less.

"Blackwatch." He shrugged when you asked why and how he got the files. You had no fucking clue what he meant by that, but it was none of your business. The upfront payment was no joke, so you assumed it was supposed to be hush money as well. That was the first meeting, a simple briefing on what he needed from you.

During the second meeting, he flirted with you.

You rolled your eyes, watching him sit down next to you and ordered a drink for the first time. He gave a smile that he no doubt knew won hearts. You gave one back in return.

"I don't mess with customers." You had only said before he raised his hands and bowed his head down, as if surrendering himself. His smirk gave it away that he wasn't.

"Nor do I but I'm a little bored and lonely tonight. How about we talk over some drinks and head back to your place?" his southern drawl was strong.

"Where are you from?" you asked out of curiosity. The smirk left his lips, and instead a confused frown took over.

"Why d'you ask?"

You shrugged, looking down at your mojito and playing with the straw," your accent."

You could almost hear his cocky ass smirk," Interested now huh? New Mexico."

Looking back up and at him, your eyes went a little wide.

"What the hell are you doing here then?"

It was his turn to shrug.

"Guess I was good for something for them."

You didn't press any further. Not with the way he was starting to lean closer to you. You, in turn, leaned back, lifted your elbows off the counter and drinking the rest of your drink before picking up your purse and flattening out your dress. He turned around to watch you, watching your hands try to pull the too short skirt down a little.

"Well Mr. McCree, as much as I would LOVE to spend the night with someone, I've still got work to do." You gave a smile that could've fooled anyone," Mind you the work is for you after all. Wouldn't want your boss getting mad at your for something late right?" you gave a disgustingly sweet laugh. You watched him chug his drink, before standing up.

With a smooth smile, he wraps an arm around your shoulder, leading you towards the door.

What a built man. You thought, not sure if he was purposefully flexing or not, but work was still work, no matter how much of a dry spell you've been having. But you could at least still have a bit of fun.

Finding something to trip on, you fell forward but tried to catch yourself on his back and his abdomen, pretending to stabilize yourself as you give a light squeeze. You felt a light warm breeze on the shell of your ear.

"Thought you had work to do Hun."

You were looking up at his smirk with a frown. A smart man as well. You gingerly straightened up, fingers lingering on him before you crossed your hands and held onto your elbows. You hated smart men.

With a sigh, you drank the rest of it. What did that masked man want with him?