Formalities
CORMAC
It takes more than one try to get Skyler off our asses. I still don’t know him well enough to decipher if he was oblivious or pointedly pressing my buttons.
From what little Ihavelearned, I fear it’s the latter.
He seems the type who believes that being a bother is the same as being a friend. Begrudgingly, I have to admit that it’s charming, in the way a new puppy that won’t stop humping everything is charming.
It took glaring daggers at him over Brigit’s shoulder to get him to leave her alone, droning on about the fight and how he pummeled that man.
Another asshole who questioned the validity of the fights, a small man who really had no business going up against someone as notoriously vicious as Sky.
Guiding Brigit into my office with a palm on her lower back, her warmth radiates into my hand, the heat reassuring me that she’s really here, she’s really real, and shereallyjust came all over my hand.
I’ll be riding that high for the rest of my life.
More than the absolutely stunning exultation of her release, there’s something deeper than the lust barreling through me every moment we’re together.
If souls exist, hers calls to mine, a siren song I can’t resist. The melody of her breathing, the choreography of her measured, careful steps, she’s the only depiction of a goddess I believe could be real.
And being in her life, being the one who introduces her to new parts of herself, is a gift I refuse to squander.
I want to reach the deepest parts of her, explore everything she’s been too afraid to. Ineedto discover the pieces she hasn’t let anyone else bring out.
I know this is fucking crazy. We’ve supposedly spoken less than a handful of times, only three of which I can remember.
But there’s a knowing that’s deeper than just memory. It’s instinctual, intrinsic.
I’ve never believed in past lives or a greater power, but somewhere in my core, I know I would chase her across galaxies, across timelines, into every universe and life that might exist for us. I refuse to believe there’s ever been a moment in time where we haven’t been circling each other.
Like now, as she walks to the far side of my desk, trying to keep a barrier between us as my legs beg to follow.
She smooths the tiny dress down her thighs before sinking into the chair, waiting for me to do the same.
Sitting across from her, I can’t shake the daunting feeling of deja vu washing over me.
“We’ve been here before,” I say aloud, not asking but telling.
With a heavy breath, she nods, “Nothere, no. But as I said, we met professionally before. You insisted on an in person meeting. I assumed it was— nevermind. It doesn’t matter what I assumed. You offered me a job and I turned it down.”
“You assumed it was what?” Whether she believes it’s important or not, every piece of my missing past matters.
Her nose scrunches with discomfort, those adorable little lines running down it appearing as she does.
I let us sit in silence as she debates whether she’s going to answer me or not. I’m in no hurry for this meeting to end, and if she is, she’s going to have to give me what I’m looking for.
With a groan, she finally tells me.
“The night we met, I was finishing up my internship at a law firm. They had offered me a full time junior position,” her shaking hands ease her wild strands from her shoulder. “And I figured since we had met, you were looking to work with the firm itself and I was your contact.”
“And then I offered you a job instead.”
“You did,” she nods.
“And you turned me down.” I finish the story, knowing I’ve only gotten the most surface-level version of it. “Makes sense if you were already contracted with another position.”
A humorless laugh and a snort slip from her before she can stop the incredulous noises from escaping.
