The soft clanging of keyboards, the murmurs of important phone calls, and the gentle scratching of pens against paper ceased.
Only the comforting hum of the coffee machine was audible, but even that sound was muted by the panting of a certain employee.
With a huff of frustration, Luke Skywalker strolled out of his office, a mug in his tired hands. He glanced at his two best salespeople and muttered to himself.
"What now?" Luke asked, his voice tinged with irritation, "It's too early in the morning for this."
From her desk, Rey couldn't help but roll her eyes. She loved Luke as a boss—sure, he was erratic and easily distracted—but sometimes he was a bit melodramatic.
Especially since it was almost noon.
She already saw Luke place his lunch order.
But before she could give a snide remark to Luke about the time and his third cup of coffee, Ben beat her to the punch.
"LUKE! Maybe for once you could discipline your fucking employees!" Ben hissed, jumping from his desk so quickly that his computer and coffee mug rattled on the surface, "I know Rey is your favorite," He spit out, his eyes angry, "But this is getting out of hand!"
Rey rolled her eyes and glanced at her desk mate, as impassive as ever. "Wow, chill out Ben. Or I'll accuse Luke of nepotism."
Luke sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "Alright you two, relax. Let's get something straight—Rey is not my favorite and I most certainly did not hire Ben because he is my nephew."
"He hired me because I'm the best salesperson in the office," Ben bit back, glancing at Rey with irritated eyes, "My numbers destroy yours."
Rey yawned and opened a Buzzfeed quiz, now focused on her monitor. "Mhm, so you've reminded me about thirty times Solo. But my bedside manner obliterates yours. Your clients hate you."
Luke yawned and waved his hands. "Enough. Ben, what's got you so riled up?" He glanced at his nephew, clearly bored to tears, "We all have work to do."
With a growl, Ben produced his pen cup. But instead of pens, the company mug was filled jumbo sized crayons.
"Do you see this?" Ben hissed, before producing one of the large crayons, the pink sparkles transferring to his hands, "Look what she does! You know how particular I am about my pens!"
Rey couldn't help but smirk. She knew he was.
Ben Solo was…
Well, frankly Rey didn't know how to describe her co-worker. When she started working at Resistance Electronics, the friendly receptionist Rose had warned her about the boss's nephew.
He was moody, prone to temper tantrums, and overall, a pain in the ass to deal with.
But, perhaps worst of all, he was good at his job.
Like, ridiculously good.
Like he sold more computers, televisions, and assorted electronics to businesses than anyone else in the entire state of Connecticut.
Granted, it wasn't a huge state, but it was still significant.
Rey knew only a few things about Ben outside of his tense relationship with his Uncle.
For starters, he played with his hair when he was frustrated. He wore glasses with a prescription so strong that Rey wondered how he could see at all. He had amazing handwriting and used only calligraphy grade pens to fill out any paperwork.
He seemed to enjoy playing video games and reading science fiction novels.
He had few friends in the office, except for occasionally sharing polite conversations with one of the chief accountants, Armitage Hux.
Rey wasn't entirely sure, but she thought the two of them played D&D together.
Or something like that.
Luke snorted and grabbed the crayon from Ben, eying the wax with contempt. He quickly cracked the crayon and tossed it into the trash.
"Ben, really? All the fuss about some crayons? And what makes you think Rey did this?" Luke glanced at Rey, offering her a kind smile, "Does that seem like something our sweet Rey would do?"
Suddenly, the crayons were thrown across the floor, Ben letting out an angry yell in the process.
"That's not just it!" Ben growled, before focusing on his monitor and swiftly opening an email, "LOOK AT THIS!"
Luke sighed and leaned over his nephew, glancing at the offending picture.
Embedded in an email sent to the entire office was a beautifully designed meme.
Specifically, one of Slytherin legend Severus Snape, decked out in his typical black robes, his wand held out angrily.
But instead of Alan Rickman's face was Ben's (albeit badly photoshopped), set into a deep scowl.
Below the image read:
Am I douchebag, even after all this time?
From behind Ben, Luke let out a snort. "Oh, that's funny. Who is that supposed to be? Henry Butcher?"
Rey shook her head quickly. "No, no, Luke. Don't be silly. It's Dumbledore. The main villain in the Henry Butcher movies."
Ben growled and jumped up, rattling his desk enough that coffee spilled over his mug. "Dumbledore is not the villain in Harry Potter!"
"Shoot, you're right. It's Gandalf—he finds out Harry is his son in the tenth book," Rey responded with a smile, "What a goof."
Luke nodded in understanding. "Which book do they find the rings?"
"Um, six I think?" Rey glanced at Ben, who proceeded to shoot her daggers, "Or maybe it's eleven."
Her boss grinned. "That's the one with the lightsabers?"
With a roar, Ben slammed his fists against the desk. "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!" He glanced at his Uncle, his dark locks falling into his eyes, "She's making a mockery of me and sending it to the entire fucking office!"
Luke whistled and wagged his finger. "Language, Ben. And that email wasn't from Rey. It was
from…" He glanced back at the monitor, "King Sunshine."
"That's Rey!" Ben exclaimed, waving his hands frantically, "Her name means fucking King in Spanish! And her stupid friends call her Sunshine!"
With a purse of his lips, Luke glanced at Rey. "Is this true, Rey?"
She smirked and looked back to Ben, enjoying the red of his cheeks and the way his erratic breathing caused his chest to puff out.
"Yes, I sent the email. But it was in good fun—Ben is a huge Henry Butcher fan!" Rey explained, grinning at her boss.
Luke nodded. "I see. Okay, well, innocent enough. Just move on Ben."
The squawk that escaped Ben's lips made her laugh. She simply grinned. "Perfect. Shall we get back to work?"
"Are you kidding me?" Ben basically shrieked, looking between his Uncle and Rey, "She literally called me a douchebag!"
Rey grinned and nudged Luke. "It's the new hip slang—we've reclaimed it. Like bitch."
"Ah! I love learning new slang—Rey, you wanna make me a list?" Luke asked, before walking backwards to his office, "I love learning new things from my wonderful employees!"
And then, before his door shut, he glanced at Ben. "Just grab some pens from the mailroom and ease up, bud."
As soon as the door shut, Rey leaned back, a grin painted across her lips. Ben merely stared at her, his mouth agape.
"You fucking suck," Ben hissed out, dropping to his seat with a growl, "You're only allowed to act like a child because Luke loves you. Likes to pretend you're the child he never had."
Rey hummed and focused on her Buzzfeed quiz. "Right, right, duh. Hey, what's your spirit animal? A tiger, a puppy, a lion, or a snake?"
He narrowed his eyes, his jaw twitching as he stared at her. "You're not going to get away with this. I'm going to burn you to the fucking ground."
"Okay. Snake it is. Favorite color?" She glanced at his black button down and black slacks,
"Right, black, duh."
Ben growled and tried to lean over her desk, desperate to see her computer monitor. "What are you doing?"
She bit her lip, continuing her clicking. "Hmm. Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, or The Hunger Games?" At the nasty glare he gave her, she clicked, "Right, Lord of the Rings, duh."
He ran a frantic hand through his hair. "Oh? And what makes you so sure about that?"
Rey shrugged and scrolled down. "Dunno. Saw you reading The Hobbit during lunch. Saw that little goblin dude on your keychain," She yawned and glanced at him, "Oh, and your computer password is SMAUGTHEDRAGON but with zero for the o."
Ben stared at her, mouth agape. He cleared his throat and looked away. "Right. And he's not a little goblin dude. His name is Gollum."
"No, no, it's definitely a goblin. Dobby, I think!" She shot back, before sipping her coffee, "Oh! Last question. Favorite sex position? Missionary, cowgirl, doggie style, or 69?"
His wide eyes were quite striking on his pale face, like bursts of hot fudge on a scoop of vanilla ice cream. An audible swallow escaped his lips, causing a rather noticeable shaking of his Adam's apple. With another shaky hand through his hair, Ben appeared to force himself to speak.
"Excuse me?" He practically choked out, staring at Rey with those terrified eyes, "What are you—"
Rey groaned and leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. She hummed, watching Ben curiously. "I said: What's your favorite sex position?"
Ben swallowed and pulled at his collar. "I refuse to answer that. Who do you think you are, asking me such personal questions—"
"I'm torn, actually," Rey interrupted, glancing between him and her computer monitor, "Part of me thinks it could be any of the four."
Another squawk escaped his lips. "I demand you stop—"
"Because, like, you're super plain and vanilla, so missionary seems like the obvious answer," Rey explained, bringing her favorite pen to her lips and nibbling on the edge, "But I also feel like you'd love being dominated by a chick, so then obviously it'd be cowgirl."
Ben cleared his throat. "Rey," He growled out, his deep voice a warning, "I will not—"
Rey hummed and held up her hand. "But, then part of me thinks since you're obviously a control freak, you'd prefer doggie style."
"Rey, so help me god, I will file an HR report—"
She nibbled again on the pen. "But, since you are weird, you may be a closet freak and like love 69. But maybe you're one of those guys who are too scared to eat a woman out."
Ben just stared at her, mouth agape.
With a hum of delight, Rey clicked her mouth and glanced at him. "Ultimately, I just went with missionary. Since I imagine you're a 'three thrusts and done' type," She pursed her lips and shrugged, "Assuming you're having any sex at all."
Suddenly, his stare had her on edge.
Messing around with him didn't seem so fun.
"What was this quiz for?" Ben asked instead, his voice deep with contempt.
Rey smirked. "Which Harry Potter character are you? Newsflash: You got Snape."
His eye twitched. "You didn't answer all the questions correctly."
"Oh?" That got her attention, "Is this when you give me a lecture about how black isn't a color?"
Ben's gaze was intense.
Almost intense as his voice.
Rey sighed and began to click through the quiz options. "Right. Well, what next? Where to take your next vacation? Perhaps what type of liquor you are?"
"Missionary is not my favorite sex position." Ben provided instead, staring at her with that unnerving gaze, "So maybe you don't know as much about me as you seem to think."
While his comment briefly left her in a shock, Rey was quick on her feet and smirked. "Is it not? Then what is?"
"Why should I tell you?" He asked instead, any pretenses of making sales abandoned, "You claim to be so smart. You had a twenty-five percent chance of getting it right and yet you didn't."
She couldn't help but snort. "Okay, fine, Solo. Why don't you tell me mine? What's my favorite sex position?"
He cleared his throat and leaned backwards, straining the cheap material of his wheeled desk chair. Rey wondered how the plastic back even withheld his massive size—surely it was close to breaking.
"I could make an argument for all of them. You rarely do your work here, so I don't see why you'd put any work into sex. Therefore: missionary," He yawned and ran a hand through his hair, looking thoughtful, "But, you're also desperate for attention, so cowgirl would be a natural fit."
Rey sneered. "Right, well what's your answer—"
He held up his hand. "Then again, you really need someone to show you who's boss. So doggie style could work," He rubbed at his chin, clearly thinking his answer through, "But ultimately, the one that really trips me up is 69."
She quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah? And why is that?"
"Because I have two thoughts," He was quick to explain, "The first being that you probably think you're too good to give head so 69 would have to be out of the picture."
Rey snorted. "Oh, sod off—"
"But, I think you love being eaten out," He explained, his voice going low as he watched her, "In fact, I'd say your favorite position isn't listed." His eyes dropped to look over her body, before meeting her gaze, "Yours is simply laying back and being eaten out."
Rey swallowed, unable to prevent the blush from traveling up her features. And before she could speak, Ben was quick to add another hit.
"You're a pillow princess through and through."
They stared at each other, only the sounds of co-workers phones ringing and the soft clatter of computer keys breaking through the tense silence.
"Am I right?" Ben continued, watching her intensely, before following with, "Actually, no need to confirm. I know I'm right. And I also know you probably haven't gotten to do so in quite a long time."
Her eyes narrowed. Rey momentarily scolded herself for hypocrisy—how was him pushing her any different than her pushing him?
And yes, who the hell did he think he was suggesting that she did nothing during sex and that she hadn't been fucked in ages?
But more importantly, how the hell did he manage to nail both details so accurately?
"Okay then," Rey exclaimed, her hands shaking in frustration, "And how about you? There's no way you've been fucked probably since Palpatine was in office!"
He pursed his lips. "How old do you think I am? Do you think I was sexually active in 2004? I was 13, Rey."
She shrugged and began to furiously click through another quiz she barely registered. "Well, whatever. Point is, there's no way you've gotten any action besides your hand and probably some weird hentai blowup sex doll."
"And somehow, I imagine you're no different, Princess. The only guy you hang with is getting more dick than you've gotten in your entire life."
Rey gasped and shoved her mouse away. "Don't you dare talk about Finn like that!"
Ben shrugged. "I didn't realize me saying he was fucking his boyfriend was disrespectful."
Unable to help herself, Rey began to nervously play with the stress ball on her desk, a habit she had gotten into since she started at Resistance a few years prior. After allowing herself a few moments of distraction, she glanced back to Ben.
"Let's get back to the original conversation, Solo. What's your position?" She hissed, hating the smirk painted across his lips.
Ben chuckled and pushed his glasses up his nose. "Best angle is always from behind." He yawned and rubbed at his jaw, still watching her, "New theory. You like being a pillow princess because you've never been fucked properly."
Rey growled. "Oh, aren't you full of yourself? As if a man that spends more time yelling at co-workers and trashing leftovers out of the shared fridge than being a human being knows anything about being fucked properly."
He raised an eyebrow. "I happen to be a hit with the ladies. The same can't be said about you and men."
"Oh, bullshit!" She squeaked, waving her hands, "I've never once seen you with a woman besides your mother! In fact, the woman you probably see the most is…" She groaned and shook her head, "Me."
Ben shrugged. "I get plenty of inquiries. I'm just particular."
"About what exactly? She needs to also be a mega jackass?"
He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not entirely sure that's any of your business." He shifted in his seat and narrowed his eyes, "And what exactly is your excuse, huh? Why aren't you playing the field then?"
She crossed her arms and looked away, frustrated by his question. It's not like Rey had an answer for that. Why wasn't she dating? Why wasn't she being fucked on a nightly basis?
It was anyone's guess.
Rey's was ridiculously high standards and a dependence on her favorite vibrator.
Or, her personal favorite excuse was blaming Ben.
How could she possibly have the energy to find a guy to fuck after nine excruciating hours a day in his irritating presence?
Dealing with Ben Solo was a job in and of itself, let alone actually selling cheap electronics like she was supposed to.
Because if she didn't teach him a lesson, who would? It wasn't like her fellow salesmen were of any use. Maz spent prime selling hours knitting, only skirting by from clients she sweettalked when Resistance still sold fax machines, and Ackbar was more interested in sudoku and crossword puzzles than actually selling computers.
So that left Rey. And sure, she could probably knock Ben down a few pegs if she actually just put her effort into selling things—that effort would probably help pay off her student loans faster—but she much preferred playing pranks on the moron.
And Ben was a moron. In a frustratingly smart sort of way.
But she was still able to fool the man into thinking Marvel was interested in buying an original comic of his.
That was a fun prank.
It beat the stapler in jell-o.
That wasn't her most original one.
She had stolen it from an old British comedy.
Ben was quick to point that out—after his angry tirade of course.
Rey shook her head and focused on her computer. "My excuse is I'm not interested in dating right now. Not that it's any of your business."
The laugh that escaped his lips nearly had her falling out of her chair. Hearing him laugh was such an unlikely occurrence that it actually stole her breath away.
"Or maybe you're into someone who's not into you?" He probed, a knowing look across his irritated features, "Let me guess. It's Hux."
Rey actually gagged at the mention of the accountant. "I'm not even going to give that suggestion the time of day. In fact, maybe you should—"
But her words were cut off as his phone rang. With another piercing glare, he picked up his phone.
"Ben Solo," He grabbed a notebook and began to nod, "I'm so happy your Boston office loves their hardware. Approximately how many machines would we be ordering for your Hartford location?"
Rey cursed and looked back to her computer, suddenly in even more of a sour mood. They were in the middle of a perfectly good fight and not only does he just get to end it, but the bloody fool makes a sale!
A large one too, just based on what she was hearing.
Suddenly, she was in the mood for a big prank. Especially after the prick called her a pillow princess. She was perfectly happy to put in hard work where it was deserved.
It just so happened so the few men she had slept with in her life were not deserving of her devoted attention.
And so Rey nibbled on the edge of her pen, staring at Ben taking his phone call, wondering what perfect prank she could execute next.
Then, it hit her.
He claimed to be a hit with the ladies.
She planned to test just how comfortable he was.
With a grin, she opened a word document and got to work.
On the prank, of course. Not her job.
After two days of careful planning, Rey had the perfect prank in motion.
It was simple. At approximately 10:15am, Ben would receive a mysterious box. Inside, he'd find a cupcake with the "One does not simply" meme, this time declaring that one does not simply fall in love.
And then he'd find the carefully written love letter, going into intimate details about his smoky eyes and luscious hair.
Rey giggled just thinking about it. Granted, she could have given him a very generic love letter, but she got swept into describing the honey flecks in his eyes and the way his hair curled around his massive ears when the office got too hot.
It was a great love letter. Rey's first, admittedly, but she was delirious with excitement for what would come next.
The note ended with the instructions to meet his mystery lover in the warehouse behind the printers at approximately five o'clock that evening.
There, he'd discover his mystery lover was in fact a blow-up anime girl.
Rey thought it was hilarious.
And to her delight, after approximately two hours and fifteen minutes of Ben making more sales than she probably would that week, said box arrived. The delivery man was ushered in and out by Rose, the sweet receptionist, and Rey was trying her best to stay focused on the expense report she was filling out for Luke.
"Ben?" Rose's sing song voice exclaimed, "You have a package!"
Muttering something about not ordering anything, Ben rose to his feet and trudged his way to the front desk, quickly accepting the box. Rey watched as he looked it over, clearly searching for any indication of where the box came from or who sent it.
After abandoning that task, Ben simply stared at it, his face twisted in a scowl. Rey groaned and looked at him.
"Why are you looking at that like it bloody murdered your puppy or something?" She asked, before signing her name to the expense form, "It's too early for your pissy face."
Ben scowled at her and poked the box. "I'm simply being cautious. For all I know, this thing could be filled with explosives. Or anthrax."
"Right. And who would send Ben Solo, electronics salesman, anthrax in the mail?"
He looked her up and down. "You, for starters."
Rey pinched her nose. She should have known he'd put up a fight. "First of all, if I were going to kill you, it would certainly be a lot more creative than bloody anthrax. Second, if you're such a pussy cat, I'll open it myself."
With a growl, he tore open the cardboard, clearly not a fan of her teasing. "I can handle a little anthrax."
She watched, nibbling on her lip, as he first pulled out the smaller cupcake box. He glanced into the familiar pink packaging of their local bakery, eyeing the cake with trepidation, before clearly spotting the meme tapped to the box.
To Rey's astonishment and delight, he smiled.
With another glance into the box, he clearly spotted the letter and pulled it out. He looked over the careful folding of the white sheet, his cheeks flushed a shade of pink Rey wasn't used to.
She couldn't help but ask. "What is it? Anthrax?"
Ben glanced at her and narrowed his eyes. "None of your business."
"Is that a cupcake from Mos's? Can I have it? I haven't had breakfast and that would make my day," She explained, purposely withholding the fact that she ate three cupcakes yesterday when she scoped out Mos's selection and roped their deliveryman into the ordeal.
He merely glared at her before glancing back at the letter. With careful hands, he opened the paper and began to read.
Rey desperately tried to focus on her work, knowing if she paid too much attention to him, she'd make herself suspicious.
Besides, she went out of her way to put touches of the other women in the office to throw off the scent of the prank.
She sprayed the letter with rose water, Rose's usual perfume. She pressed a kiss to the paper, using a very similar shade of pink that Jessika from human resources normally wore. Picking Mos's wasn't just for convenience—it just so happened that Kaydel's Uncle owned the bakery. And last but not least, Bazine was known as the Meme Queen at their office, meaning her inclusion of the meme wasn't just for hilarity sake.
Rey assumed Ben wouldn't think Maz, in her sixties, or Phasma, a lesbian, would be sending him love letters.
And she figured he knew she certainly never would.
Once she was satisfied with her expense report, she finally looked back to Ben, expecting to see the package pushed aside, forgotten in his haste to return to work. He typically chastised her for wasting company time by taking Buzzfeed quizzes or chatting with Rose, a large contrast to his constant 8 to 5 mentality.
But instead of frantically making sales calls or filling out expense reports, he just stared at the letter, his large hands holding the paper with the most delicate touch she had never seen.
She watched, practically in a trance as he brought a finger to gently trace the corner of the paper, the exact place Rey had pressed her lips the evening before.
"Whatcha reading?" She couldn't help but ask, pausing to take a sip of coffee, "Did you write another letter to the editor? You need to chill out on those. Journalists don't make much money."
But Ben simply ignored her, his eyes still locked on the sheet in front of him, his finger delicately tracing the imprint of her lips.
For some bizarre reason, his gentle caressing of the paper had her heart nearly beating out of her chest.
Rey cleared her throat and simply nodded, deciding she should just focus on her work.
She wasn't sure what she had expected when he read the letter—clearly, she needed him affected for the prank to work.
But with another glance at Ben, she found her palms sweating. The softness of his eyes and gentle upturn of his mouth was something new.
Suddenly, she wondered if she had gone too far.
"If you're so interested," His deep voice explained, breaking through her muddled thoughts, "I'm just reading proof of yet again how irresistible I am."
She was totally within her right.
This would be her best prank yet.
Rey momentarily forgot about her love letter prank by noon. One of her clients called to order new monitors—fifty of them—meaning Rey's rather slow October had just gotten a rather beautiful commission.
And god knew she needed it. Recently, she picked up the Postmates habit, leading to a two-pound weight gain and scary numbers in her bank account.
She was again reminded of how much money she could make if she simply did her job. Unfortunately, despite the numbers and endless proof, nothing incentivized her more than irritating Ben Solo.
When she strolled towards the break room, intent on purchasing a bag of chips and a Dr. Pepper, she was reminded of her glorious prank, especially at the sound of his deep voice conversing with Hux.
That was unique—while Hux was probably his closest friend in the office, he still typically at alone. Rey made the quick decision to hide, knowing whatever they were discussing was probably about the letter. She ducked under a bordering desk, her head peaking out to look through the open doorway, nibbling on her thumb nail as she listened in.
"—your whisky colored eyes make me positively weak in my knees. When we speak, and I get the chance to stare into them, I find myself hypnotized by the flecks of honey and gold. I'm captivated. Lost. Forever a goner when I stare into your beautiful eyes, wondering if you'll ever look at me and think the same."
Hux cleared his throat and slid over the letter. "Wow," He began, before sipping his Kombucha, "That was… wow. When you said love letter, I assumed you meant 'roses are red, violets are blue' bullshit."
Ben carefully folded the letter and tucked it into his jacket, his cheeks still a soft pink. "I know," He began, his voice rather soft, "I couldn't believe it when I read it either."
"It's incredibly romantic," Hux continued, pausing to take a bite of his salad, "Truly written by someone with feelings for you."
Rey almost snorted but remembered the importance of silence during reconnaissance.
Ben merely shrugged and began to play with the crust of his sandwich. "You really think so?"
"Most definitely! Ben, whoever this is was waxing poetically about the color of your eyes. That's…" He fanned himself and smirked, "That's someone who is mad about you."
With a bite of his sandwich, Ben nodded. "Right. Mad about me. Okay."
Hux grinned. "Who do you think it is?"
The question seemed to catch Ben off guard. He cleared his throat and glanced at the table, considering his words. "I thought it…" He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, a nervous tick Rey immediately recognized, "Never mind. It was dumb. I have no idea."
"Is there anyone you want it to be?"
Ben cleared his throat, continuing to play with his discarded crust. "I…" He paused before shaking his head. "No."
Hux hummed and finished his salad, his face thoughtful. "Well. I have two initial thoughts," He explained, glancing towards his lunch mate, "My first is Rose. I mean, it smells like her and you got a cupcake. Come on, doesn't a cupcake just scream Rose?"
Chewing on his sandwich, Ben nodded. "Oh, yeah. Maybe it's Rose." He bit his lip and shifted in his chair. "But uh, who's your other guess?"
"Bazine. The kiss? The meme? It all screams Bazine."
Rey couldn't help but notice the way Ben's face fell. But that frown was wiped away with a bite of sandwich.
"Cool. Rose or Bazine, then. I guess I'll see tonight."
Hux grinned and smacked his back. "Best of luck to you, man!"
When the pair finally disappeared from the break room, Rey got herself a bag a chips, a Dr. Pepper, and a package of donuts.
Suddenly, she was in desperate need of sugar.
As the day got later and later, she couldn't help but feel like something was up. For starters, Ben was looking at her.
Like, a lot.
She briefly wondered if he was going to use his seemingly nervous energy to antagonize her, or perhaps even ask a question about women.
But instead, he just stared.
And his eyes weren't his usual cold, angry gaze.
Suddenly, it was Rey feeling nervous.
Clearly, he was onto her.
She cursed and began to type away furiously, desperate to think of how else she could throw off his scent. He was clearly watching her, just waiting for her to make a mistake and prove that this was all a prank.
Meeting his gaze, she grabbed her phone and frantically typed in the phone number listed on her screen.
"Hi, I'd like to make a reservation for four tonight under Johnson," Rey bit her lip, watching him carefully, "For five o'clock."
She practically smirked as Ben looked away, his lips twitching on his face, as if he wasn't sure how to react. In fact, she thought she may have even seen him frown.
With the drop of the phone, she leaned back, quite satisfied with her quick thinking. Sure, she and three other people would never show up for that reservation, but now Ben was thrown off the scent.
And if his stupid frown was any indication, he was clearly peeved to realize his immediate thoughts were wrong. This wasn't a prank.
Except it was.
Three more hours.
At approximately 4:58, Rey sneakily walked through the warehouse, hidden behind the vast wall of computers. In her arms, she held the massive blow-up doll, willing herself not to giggle with the absurdity of her entire prank. Even she couldn't believe she actually purchased said doll.
Now her Amazon recommendations were beyond bizarre.
Rey hurried towards the aisle of printers, the same place her letter had instructed Ben to meet his mystery lady. And as she reared the corner, still hidden behind boxes, she saw him.
But what she saw had her stopping abruptly. Because the Ben waiting against the shelves was not the Ben Solo she knew.
No, this Ben Solo had done something with his hair. This Ben Solo had changed out of his god awful short-sleeved button downs, instead wearing a crisp white one with a blood red tie.
This Ben Solo was holding a bouquet of pink lilies so large that they actually dwarfed his massive hands.
And while she normally would have fixated on his styled hair or new clothes, she kept going back to the flowers.
With a curse, she stormed forward, appearing below the fluorescent lights, her lips in a scowl. Ben's eyes immediately landed on her, his lips twitching into a smile.
"Rey…." He began, suddenly looking nervous, "I—" He stopped, however, now noticing the inflated plastic woman she dragged behind her, "What's that?"
She snorted and tossed it at his feet. "Well, you figured it out, so there's no reason to even finish my bloody prank!" She cursed and shook her head, watching as his face dropped, "Oh, don't get all upset now! I'll give you your props."
Quickly zipping up her jacket, given how cold the warehouse always was, she continued her babbling. "I mean, I must admit, clever to try to turn the prank on me! But did you really think I'd believe it if you pretended to be interested in me?" She laughed and shook her head, her eyes dropping to the flowers in his hand, "Come on, lilies? Who told you those were my favorite? Rose?"
Ben swallowed and clutched the flowers closer to his chest. He looked at the concrete floor. "Right. Well then, sorry I ruined your perfectly executed prank," He spat out, still staring at the ground, "And I didn't need to ask anyone."
Rey rolled her eyes. "Come on, then. How did you figure out it was me? Did you pull out your amateur detective set and take some fingerprints? Run a language diagnostic test to see who the letter most sounded like? Call up Mos's and—"
"Rey," He gritted out, cutting off her questioning, "You win, ok?" His voice dropped an octave, before he held out the flowers. "Just take these."
She wanted to argue but was silenced by the look on his face. In all the years of seeing an angry Ben Solo, she had never seen him look so…
Well, she didn't really have words for it. If anything, his face made her stomach flip. Suddenly, she felt sort of sick.
She took the flowers, unable to stop herself from bringing them to her nose. She took a cautious sniff and glanced back at him, surprised to see him watching her with cold eyes.
"You win," He mumbled again, diverting his eyes to the floor.
Then, he was gone, disappearing within the warehouse with long legged strides.
As Rey quietly returned to her car, the flowers clutched to her chest, she realized a sad fact.
No man had ever purchased her flowers before today.
It took a prank for a man to do so.
The following day, Rey strolled in about fifteen minutes late, preparing to regal Luke and a surely antagonistic Ben with a long-winded story about her neighbor's cat getting stuck in a tree. In reality, she had simply put her alarm on snooze too many times, given how difficult of a time she had the previous night falling asleep.
For some reason, every time she closed her eyes, she saw his brown eyes staring into hers.
When she did eventually fall asleep, at probably four in the morning, only the soft fragrance of a bushel of lilies willed her to a peaceful slumber.
She knew today would be weird from that alone, but her fears only intensified when she got to her desk and discovered her desk mate had yet to arrive.
Ben Solo was never late.
She cleared her throat and dropped to her desk, desperate to settle in. She wasn't sure why she felt so uneasy, and at this point, all she wanted to do was check her email and make some calls.
Which itself was concerning.
Rey never wanted to make calls.
And by the time the clock hit ten, she was really concerned.
Thankfully, she didn't have to go snooping around for answers, since Luke took a moment to pop out of his office, looking like he just smoked a strong one.
"Hey, hey," He began, smiling at Rey, "How's my favorite salesperson?"
Rey cleared her throat and forced a smile. "Great, Luke." She glanced at Ben's empty desk before looking back to his Uncle, "Speaking of salesmen, where is Ben? It's unlike him to not be in by now. He's normally here a solid thirty minutes before everyone else."
Luke yawned and nodded. "Ben called in sick!" He exclaimed, slowly moving back into his office, clearly deciding he was done with chit chat, "And can you believe it? That boy has never called in sick. Not in almost ten years here!"
Before Rey could probe her boss for more information, his door shut, leaving her to stare at the dark wood. In a moment of desperation, she glanced at Rose who offered her a polite smile.
"Oh, don't worry—it's nothing contagious! We should all be fine," She explained, her sweet voice acting as a balm on Rey's frayed nerves, "The email he sent Luke said he just had a migraine."
"It's Friday," Rey blurted out, looking to the receptionist, "I should go by his house and make sure this wasn't a ploy for him to take an extra vacation day."
Rose raised an eyebrow. "Have we ever seen Ben Solo take a vacation? Luke practically has to force him to take our holiday break."
"I have to check. To be safe," Rey explained, before grabbing her handbag, "I'll be back shortly."
"Rey," Ackbar yelled, still seated at his desk and focused on his sudoku, "Where do you think you're going? We have a joint meeting with accounting in an hour!"
She swallowed and glanced at the older man, nibbling on her lip. "Cover for me, could you? I just have to run out."
Ackbar pursed his lips. "What's in it for me?"
She groaned and rubbed at her eyes. "Lunch, my treat. Okay?"
The offer clearly appeased the man since he waved her off and proceeded with his puzzle. Rey took one look at Luke's closed door and turned back to Rose.
"If he asks where I went, tell him I'm meeting a client."
Rose snorted. "I will but… He just took some CBD. He'll be out until lunch."
With that, Rey shot through the door, still unable to explain why she just felt so on edge.
When Rey finally parked her Prius in front of the cozy bungalow, she took a moment to ask herself why she knew where Ben Solo lived. Because truth be told, she never had a sanctioned reason to be at his home. Every visit had to do with a prank.
Like one of her personal favorites last Halloween. When Rey asked what he was being for Halloween, he couldn't wait to share how much he hated the holiday and how he never handed out candy to Trick or Treaters.
So, in typical fashion, Rey had to prank him. After work but before it was dark, she stopped by his house and set up a sign promising full sized candy bars to any child who sang the famous "trick or treat, smell my feet" song.
His rant the following morning was priceless.
But maybe pranks were not such a good thing anymore.
Because as she climbed the steps to his front door, his words rung in her head.
What did that mean? Was Ben Solo playing mind games with her? Clearly, he had no issues with the pranks—he was always trying (albeit usually failing) to dish it as much as Rey was.
He antagonized her as much as she pranked him. He constantly threatened to write her up for checking Facebook, timed all of her personal calls, hovered around her during lunches to make sure she clocked in at the exact moment she finished eating, and even prevented her from lighting her favorite anxiety-relieving candle.
Her relationship with Ben was about pranks and messing with each other. That's who they were!
So why did everything suddenly feel so off?
With a deep breath, she knocked on his front door, willing herself to relax. Ben Solo wasn't a liar. Surely, he simply had a head ache. He was probably sleeping or watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy.
But then the door swung open.
He most certainly was not lying.
Except his headache didn't appear to be natural. He looked like he had a hangover.
"Ben?" She couldn't help but squeak out, staring at him with wide eyes, "Erm…"
Instead of his usual office attire of slacks and short-sleeved button-down shirts (since he claimed his biceps were too large for long sleeves), he stood before her in a pair of old sweat pants and a Galaxy Battles t-shirt.
His hair was askew, pointing in every which direction. His glasses were nowhere to be seen.
Which made his eyes even more noticeable. Instead of focused orbs of honey and chocolate, they were tired, marked with inflammation and redness.
Not to mention, he reeked of alcohol.
"Rey," He practically hissed out, staring at her with those cold, tired eyes, "What do you want?"
She swallowed, suddenly at a loss of words. As her eyes looked him over, from his messy hair to his sock clad feet, it occurred to her that she didn't know what she wanted.
Why the hell had she just shown up at his house? What did she think she was going to accomplish?
"Wait, let me guess," Ben continued, his voice laced with contempt, "Are you here to propose? Perhaps with a ring pop? Maybe you're pregnant with my child—turns out breathing the same air can do that these days."
Rey swallowed, suddenly ashamed of her actions. She didn't mean to hurt him.
Or did she? Because clearly she knew writing a love letter would get someone's hopes up—she was an adult for crying out loud!
She took a deep breath, suddenly realizing what this was all about. Maybe this was what prompted her to show up.
"I'm sorry," She began, pausing to digest that she was in fact apologizing to Ben Solo, "What I did was wrong. I'm sure you got that letter and were all excited that Rose or Bazine or whoever was into you. Realizing it was a prank by me must not have felt good."
Ben just stared at her, his jaw twitching at her words. He cleared his throat.
"Why are you here?" He instead asked again, staring at her with an intensity that made her stomach flip.
Rey swallowed. "I just said why. I'm apologizing."
"Are you really? You genuinely feel bad for what you did?" He continued, his eyes searching her face, "Because it sounds like you're implying I'm disappointed because that letter wasn't from someone else."
She cleared her throat. "Well, aren't you? I heard you talking to Hux. Clearly you were hoping Rose or Bazine was into you."
"Actually," He interjected, his voice fierce, "I wasn't."
Rey shifted, unsure of what to say next. "I don't understand. Do we have to make this hard? Can't we just pretend this didn't happen? I'll chill on the pranks from here on out."
But then she remembered the flowers. Suddenly, she wasn't finished.
"But don't act like you're innocent here!" She continued, desperately trying to keep her tone calm, "Once you figured out what I was doing, you tried to serve it right back. You were going to confess and just kiss my ass, weren't you?"
Ben just stared at her, his exhaustion evident. He ran a hand through his hair and looked down. "No, Rey. I can't do this anymore, okay? It's too exhausting. It's not fun."
She made a face. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that I didn't think you were fucking playing a prank on me," He shot back, his breath coming out in pants, "Like any normal fucking person, I assumed I had just received a love note."
She shifted and bit her lip. "I know. So I'm apologizing since I ended up being behind it!"
Ben cursed and shook his head. "Don't you get it? I thought you sent it!"
"I don't understand. You didn't think it was a prank, but you thought I wrote it?" She mimicked, staring at him in confusion.
He met her gaze, his brown eyes soft. Speckles of honey and gold jumped out in the sunlight, suddenly drying up her throat.
She barely recognized her voice.
He looked away and shrugged. "It had to be you. You mentioned a lot of stuff only you would know."
Rey swallowed. "Like what?" She managed to squeak out.
"The Lord of the Rings mentions. That my favorite cake flavor is carrot. That I love dogs but hate cats. That my socks are all Galaxy Battles related and from my mother," He shrugged and continued to stare at the ground, "I didn't know how anyone else could know that. And I… Well, I wanted it to be you."
When he finished speaking, it occurred to her that she was practically shaking, desperately trying to digest his words.
Was Ben Solo trying to tell her that he wanted the love letter to be real? Did that mean he—
"—got me flowers because you wanted to?" She stuttered out, bashful under his warm gaze.
Ben cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah. I knew you loved lilies. That candle you liked was lily scented. And it was your old windows icon for a while."
She stared at him, mouth agape.
Why did he know so much about her?
Or more frightening—why did she know so much about him?
"What are you saying?" She finally forced out, staring at him in trepidation.
Ben cleared his throat. "It means that despite my better judgement, I like you. A lot. And I don't fucking know why, given how annoying you are. Those memes? The pranks? The way you hit your pencil on your desk? Online shoe shopping with Rose during peak selling hours? It drives me up the fucking wall!" He cursed and shook his head, before meeting her gaze, "But for some reason I just… I can't stop thinking about you."
Rey swallowed, momentarily paralyzed by his words. "You like me?"
"And this isn't some prank of all pranks?"
Ben narrowed his eyes, clearly annoyed, before stepping forward. Before Rey could even get a word out, his soft lips were pressed against hers. They were gentle, offering her only a meaningful peck that had her heart exploding.
When he backed away, she cleared her throat and nodded aggressively. "Right. Okay. Right. So… You're saying that you like me?"
"I am. I sort of think you like me too," He explained gently, watching her with curious eyes.
Rey sputtered. "Oh, and what makes you so sure?"
Ben smiled softly. "You spend most of your day tormenting me. That implies some connection," He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, looking bashful, "Besides. That love note was uh…" He cleared his throat and shrugged, "You spent three paragraphs talking about my eyes and lips. That didn't seem generic."
Rey crossed her arms, suddenly defensive, despite knowing Ben was for once in his life entirely right. "I take my pranks seriously."
"Oh? And that's why I keep finding meatballs in my drawers and sparkly crayons instead of pens?"
She bit her lip and shrugged. "Both are easy and cheap to buy in bulk."
Ben blushed a bit and stepped forward. "Maybe we could go to Costco together some time. Get you to buy some lunches that don't look like they were packed for finicky six-year-olds."
But Rey didn't answer. Instead, she rushed forward, kissing him again. He was quick to respond, wrapping his massive arms around her thin frame, eating at her lips like a starving man.
That kiss soon morphed into something far more intense, only stopping when Rey found herself shoved against his front door, her bun pressing uncomfortably against the back of her head. Ben moaned and bit at her lip, before dropping his kisses to the soft skin of her neck.
As soon as he pulled away, he dropped his hands to her hips and met her gaze. He licked his lips.
"Oral," He grumbled, his eyes locked on her pink lips.
Rey swallowed, her cheeks flushed a soft pink. "Sorry, what?"
"My favorite sex position. From that quiz. I love eating a woman out."
The soft pink on her cheeks deepened. "Oh…" She squeaked out, yet again surprised by his words, "Okay."
"So how about you be my pillow princess?" Ben whispered, pressing another kiss to her lips, "Let me shut that cute little mouth of yours."
Rey merely nodded, allowing her co-worker to lead her into his place, distracted from a kiss-induced haze. She noticed little details about his home life—his white and black color scheme, the handful of photos on his wall, the live plants resting peacefully in the corner.
But she was quickly swept off her feet, left to cling to the man for dear life as he navigated his hallways. And before she could let out a squeal, she found herself tossed onto his freshly made bed, the plush of his comforter breaking the fall.
He pressed a rough kiss to her lips and climbed onto the bed, hovering over her with hungry eyes. "I've wanted to taste you since the moment you walked into Resistance," He practically growled out, his deep voice tickling her skin, "I know you're going to be so sweet. And with such a pretty little pussy."
Rey swallowed and nodded eagerly. "Since I started working? Even through the pranks?"
Ben smirked and pushed her skirt to her stomach, his eyes dropping to her plain cotton panties. "Oh, of course. Whenever I heard that throaty laugh of yours, normally at my expense, I knew there was nothing I wanted more than to hear it while I licked you into oblivion."
She gasped as he began to press soft kisses up her exposed legs, leaving her to try to keep her eyes open, instead of merely leaning back to enjoy the process. "You want me to laugh while you eat me out? Not moan or scream or thank god?"
Ben snorted and pushed her legs further apart, glancing up at her flushed cheeks. "You'll laugh when it's over, thinking about how much time you wasted pranking me instead of fucking me."
"Still as arrogant as always, aren't you Solo?"
He simply smirked and stared at the crotch of her panties, his eyes locked on the damp fabric. "It's in my DNA. I mean, just look at you," He practically cooed, before bringing his thumb to press against the damp fabric, "You're already excited."
Rey swallowed and shifted on the bed. "Don't think I won't still prank you," She shot back, her voice trembling, "Even if I like you, I will still make you pay for being an ass."
But Ben just laughed and pushed the fabric aside, moaning once his eyes met her exposed core. "Just gorgeous," He whispered, his voice reverent, "I just knew you'd be perfect."
His thumb pressed against her clit, causing her to practically jump forward on the bed. With a laugh, he shifted, bringing the panties with him. Then, with some impressive dexterity, he dropped himself between her open legs, resting on his elbows.
"So wet and pretty," Ben explained, pressing a hot kiss to her inner thigh, "As pink as those lilies I got you."
Rey cried out as his hot tongue made contact with her quivering core, her thighs shaking as his tongue explored her wet heat. One massive hand reached forward to take hold of her left thigh, while the other joined his tongue. Before she could let out another moan, one thick finger joined his ministrations, sliding into her with ease.
"Fucking tight," Ben grunted out, his tongue circling her clit with surprise finesse, "I don't think my cock is going to fit," He growled, before pressing a soft kiss to the engorged bud, "But we'll make it work."
Swallowing a desperate squeal, Rey wanted to reach for his hair, begging to join in on his loyal attention. But Ben quickly added another finger to his movements, glancing at Rey with a smirk.
"Not so fast, Princess. Your job is to sit back and relax," He explained, leaning down to suck at her aching clit again, "Don't get greedy now."
She gulped and nodded, leaning back to rest her head on his soft pillow. Knowing Ben Solo, it was probably Tempur-Pedic. But it didn't really matter. Not when she shut her eyes, focusing on his frantic licking and massive fingers fucking her so good.
"Yes, Ben, please!" She practically sobbed out, her hands finding the soft cotton of his sheets, "I need—please—I need—"
"I know what you need," He hissed, punctuating his words with his fingers moving deeper into her hot center, "You need to be fucked so good you can't think straight."
His mouth returned to her center, his tongue disappearing between her pink folds, attacking her flesh like it was the most delicious dessert he ever had the privilege of trying.
And as soon as his lips surrounded her clit once more, she lost it, her body thrashing on the bed with a scream. Ben moaned and continued his ministrations, his fingers never slowing down.
"So good—so good—I can't—please—" Rey cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks, her half naked body flailing on the bed.
Finally content, Ben pressed a lewd kiss to her thigh, before sitting on his haunches. He smirked and glanced down at her, before bringing his fingers to his mouth, making a show of cleaning the digits of her essence.
Rey swallowed, her cheeks flushed pink. "God, Solo. That quiz was wrong. You're no Snape."
He chuckled and dropped beside her, wrapping a thick arm around her body. He kissed her temple and smirked. "Oh? Who do you think I am?"
"If we go by how you eat, definitely Ron," She explained, watching him carefully, "But you're also a know-it-all, so perhaps a bit of Hermione."
He just laughed and held her close, the two of them content in just the noise of Rey attempting to catch her breath. But, after a few moments, her eyes dropped to the noticeable bulge in his sweatpants. She bit her lip and sat up.
"Can I take care of that?" She asked, sliding her hand forward to touch his leg.
Ben smirked and shook his head. "No. I have a girlfriend already."
Rey blinked, staring at him with wide eyes. Suddenly, all post-orgasmic glow was gone. "Wh—what?"
"Her name is Satomi. She dresses like a school girl and pops if I get too rough," He sat up and stretched, "You know, you actually introduced us. Last night!"
She swallowed and smacked him, the air finally refilling her lungs. "Shut up. I hate you. Just for that, I'm pranking the shit out of you next week."
"Maybe no more meatballs? Ackbar always comes by my desk and wants to take them home. How about something healthier? Cliff bars? Cuties?"
Rey rolled her eyes but kissed him, before straddling him. She smiled and bit her lip.
"How do you think Luke will take it?" She asked, her hands rubbing against his chest.
Ben made a face. "Can we avoid discussing my Uncle and Boss while your naked cunt is rubbing against my erection? It's mixed signals."
She grinded against him with a laugh. "Right, right. Should we prank him? Tell him I'm pregnant?"
He grabbed her hips and shook his head. "No. God, no. My mother would know in an instant and you'd have a nursery in your place before the clock hit five."
Rey laughed and nuzzled into him. "You're not so bad, Solo. Especially with that tongue of yours."
Ben hummed and kissed her head. "You too, Rey. I like you a lot more when I'm tasting that pretty pussy of yours."
She groaned and reached into his sweatpants, clearly sick of waiting. "Alright, enough of that. It's my turn."
He had no arguments there.
The following Monday morning, after an entire weekend spent in Ben's bed, Rey was in far better spirits than usual. The insane amount of sex certainly helped, but so too did the knowledge that she now sat across from her boyfriend five days of the week.
And as she strolled into the office, offering Rose a polite smile, she was on top of the world.
Until she noticed a familiar blow up sex doll sitting in her seat, dressed in a black cardigan, a pair of stylish glasses on her inflated head.
Rey sighed. "Ben? Really?"
"This is Kira," Ben explained, not bothering to glance up from his computer, "She's the new saleswoman here. Be nice."
But before Rey could even argue, Luke popped out of his office, his face buried in a newspaper. He took one glance at the doll and kept walking.
"Nice cardigan, Rey. Black is a good color for you."
And as soon as her boss disappeared, Ben erupted in a fit of laughter.
She hit his chest, wanting to be irritated, but instead smiled and joined his laughing.