Shameful | Congressman!Kylo x Reader

Chapter 18: The Pink One

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! AND MERRY CHRISTMAS TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE! i'm fully vaxxed with a booster, but COVID is making my brain work a bit slower than usual so this chapter took extra time to finish up, lol. Really pumped about this one tho-- consider the ending a little gift ;) but don't get too excited lmao

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The three of us sit there, slack-jawed. My heartbeat sings through my throat.

"Iris, baby, you know I only have eyes for you, but that was fucking hot. I've gotta say it," Rey says in a daze, eyes glued to Ren, following his path.

"No, I'm right there with you," Iris murmurs, idly stirring her drink with a cocktail straw.

I turn my head toward the bar and Ren's sat there, his back to us, drumming his fingers on the bar top.

"Should I, like, go say something?" I blink quickly, butterflies in my stomach. It's embarrassing how I'm marveling at him when he's just fucking sitting there, doing nothing particularly special. But he's just so remarkable-looking. He takes up so much space. I watch as he runs his hand through his hair like he always does, glancing around casually as he waits for his drink. The bartender finally shuffles over toward him, handing him a shot's worth of amber-colored liquor.

He swirls the glass around, appraising it. Holding the rim in his fingertips, he tips it back between his lips, drinking it all at once. I can see his Adam's apple— my new favorite thing about him— bobbing as he swallows it. He doesn't even wince.

The three of us are totally mesmerized, none of us peeling our eyes off of him.

I rest my chin in my hand, watching him fish a couple of bills out of his wallet and tossing them down. He eases out of the barstool, tapping the bar top and nodding at the bartender as a silent thanks, and turns toward the exit.

He casts a glimpse toward our table, swiping his bottom lip with his thumb, presumably to catch a spare droplet of his drink. For a split second, I see him suck it off his thumb, but at that point, he's already right in front of us.

"Just needed a little somethin' before heading home. Next round's on me— I think I put down enough for three more of those gimlets."

He shifts behind me and gives my shoulders a squeeze, leaning down toward my ear. "You be good, now," he murmurs, hands still firm on me. His hot scent envelops me completely— my head's spinning. "No hangovers at work tomorrow. Got it?"

My head feels like it's been set aflame. "Mmhm," I squeak out. I can barely hear myself say it.

Another squeeze, and he's out the door.

The three of us collectively exhale. I shiver involuntarily.

"How— how have you not fucked yet?"

"Or kissed?"

"I would literally pay real money to watch that happen."

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The next morning, I'm at my desk looking over copy for our newest batch of mailers, totally absorbed in my work. Ren's off at a couple AFL-CIO meetings, so I'm considerably more focused.

Vicrul and Rey are sat on the floor of my office, heads buried in their laptops and passing a bag of popcorn back and forth. It feels like I'm babysitting. It's nice.

Later in the afternoon, Ushar walks in with our lunch orders, and we all settle down with our food and start a text banking shift.

"We ready for this fundraiser this weekend?" Ushar asks.