The smell of her cologne made you dizzy. You hated it. And that shiny belt? Ridiculous. Did she have any fashion sense? Probably not, because she wore those cowgirl boots and a ridiculous plaid shirt.

But apparently all women liked it. She got what she wanted with just a smile, minimal treatment and a few kisses. Abby wasn't very used to a complicated life, after all her parents had enough money to buy you. Your father would accept the proposal, however. If Abby offered two cows and some chickens. But jokes aside, she was really rich, but not sophisticated.

And you, well, you weren't rich. You were a hard worker, in fact more so than Abby ever was (despite those huge muscles). Your high shoes were thin and worn. And when your co-workers dragged you to a stupid bar full of cowboys you thought about running. But since you were there... you were going to drink as much alcohol as possible.

"Tough day?" Abby comes at you with that hawkish look. She could recognize fresh meat as soon as she saw one. Her arm rests on the wooden counter, her gold wristwatch that you honestly find tacky but was the price of a rental.