At the law firm of Organa, Solo, and Skywalker, Poe is the brilliant partner with the foul mouth. Finn is the genius associate with the killer biceps.
And Rey is Poe's secretary and Finn's best friend, which means she is smack dab in the middle of the stupidest unrequited love affair ever.
But she has a plan to get these two idiots together.
All it will take is a room in a B&B, a shared bed, an enormous bathtub, and the local blueberry festival.
Truth be told, Poe loved Rey; she was an amazing secretary, easily the best he'd ever had, but that sense of calm she had. It set him on edge. She never seemed to get ruffled or anxious. She flowed serenely through life. That drove Poe Dameron crazy.
At the legal firm, everyone-from the lowliest intern to the highest-ranking senior partner-knew that not only were Poe's feathers easy to ruffle, but he had a mouth on him. Several years ago, a senior partner had tried installing a swear jar, with the sole purpose of getting Poe to tone down his language around the office, but to no avail. Poe simply shoved two hundred dollars in the jar (charging twenty-five cents a swear) and called himself good for the next few weeks. Since then, everyone in the office had learned to work around it.
For two reasons.
One, Poe was only a swearing mess in the office. If you got him into a courtroom, he was calm, cool, and urbane. He never said anything out of turn, and the only time he'd swear is if the situation actually called for it.
Two, Poe Dameron was the best damn lawyer in the firm, and everyone-from the lowliest intern to the highest-ranking senior partner-knew it.
Today, however, Poe was having a spectacularly ruffled moment. He was due in Takodana, a small town about three hour's drive north, so he could sit in on a meeting tomorrow morning. Poe had been working the case for months. Tomorrow, if he played his cards right, he could get the other side to agree to his terms, make his client happy, and avoid court time all in one brilliant swoop. But he had to get to Takodana first.
And as Poe insisted on driving-anyone else flying the plane made him nervous, he joked-Poe needed to already be gone. Which was why he was stomping around his office, letting loose every variation of fuck he knew (and a few, Rey was sure, he was inventing on the spot).
Rey took a calming breath. "Poe," she said quietly. "I'm sure the file will show up."
Poe ran a hand through his hair, lifting papers and file folders off his desk and putting them back down. "No, Rey, it won't. It's not like it's just going to suddenly gain fucking sentience, realize that I am completely fucking screwed, and show the fuck up!"
"But that would be something," came an amused voice from the door.
Poe spun and had to fight becoming even more flustered. John Finnick, "Finn" to everyone in the firm, stood leaning against the door frame. He had a manila folder in his hands. "Rey said you might be looking for this," Finn said, holding out the file in question. "I was taking a look at it for the research you wanted."
"Oh fuck, the research," Poe said, turning back around to begin searching his desk for that.
"Already emailed to you, and I summarized everything pertinent in the first paragraph, so the rest is just gravy," Finn said.
"Thanks, Finn. I don't know what I'd do without you." Poe turned and stood awkwardly. He wanted to hug Finn-hell, he wanted to do a lot more than that, but as his brain had been screaming at him since Finn came on board last year: He's an associate. You're his boss. It's called sexual harassment. Instead, Poe smiled like an idiot.
