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Encounters - Ben Solo x Reader

Description: You are a ski instructor at a high-end ski resort. You work for the rich and famous, but it's usually older ones and never so flirtatious as the hot-shot, handsome, playboy, businessman Ben Solo. (This story has an extra part on AO3 and is not a reader insert but rather a Reylo short-fic)

Tags on AO3: Skiing, Cocky Ben Solo, Alcohol, Dominant Ben Solo, Smut, Newbie Skier, Businessman Ben Solo

TWs: Mentions of Alcohol

You glanced up at the clock, letting out an annoyed huff as your hands landed on your hips.

"He should be here by now." You mumbled, mostly to yourself.

"That's the filthy rich for ya." Finn, your closest friend and coworker mused from a few feet away.

You dropped your hands and walked his way. You dropped your elbows on the counter next to the register that Finn was messing with as your chin dropped to the back of your clasped hands.

"It's so annoying." You huffed out. "Why do they think they can be late? Why do they think the world revolves around them?" You spoke in an angered tone.

"Because their world does revolve around them." Finn said in a less than enthusiastic tone. More disgusted than anything.

"I hate my job." You grumbled as you stood straight again, turning to rest your back against the tall counter.

"At least you get to be on the mountain all day." Finn spoke behind you. "I'm just stuck here, surrounded by people and never get to enjoy the fresh air."

"Stop being so mellow dramatic." Like you had any room to talk. "At least you get to be in here with Poe." Finn's boyfriend who also worked behind the registers. They were both so perfectly happy, here with each other and not much worries in the world. Well, besides not having the dream job according to Finn.

"I'm the one being mellow dramatic?" Finn asked in fake offense, his hand landing on his chest.

You spun around, your mouth opening to send back a witty comment to Finn, but your name being called from behind you caused you to whip around again, professionalism turned on.

As you turn, you recognized the face of your boss, Amilyn Holdo.

"Miss Holdo." You say with a professional smile plastered on your face.

"This is Ben Solo. He's your student for the day."

Your eyes finally flicked over to the man that stood beside Amilyn. Your eyes widened at the gorgeous man who stood in front of you. How you didn't notice him before, you couldn't be sure. He was a fridge of a man. 

He towered over you, his broad shoulders and tall frame causing your head to lean back so that you could look at his face. His long onyx hair, landing at his shoulders, was perfectly styled, not one hair out of place. You knew that wouldn't last long. And not just from the helmet he was required to wear.

His amber eyes danced across your face, then darted from eye to eye like he wasn't sure which one to settle on. His plush pink lips formed a small pout, his expression questioning. He looked about your age, but you knew, from the way he held himself, that he was most definitely more mature than you were. Or at least acted like it.

His hands were placed in the front pockets of his bleach white snow pants. No. His snow onesie? It wasn't the typical outfit you would see on the slopes, and it would never be worn by any respectable person, but you had to admit, he looked incredibly hot in it.