"I'd offer to leave something on the dresser," she pulled out a crisp fifty dollar bill and stuck it under his alarm clock. "A fifty ought to cover it, but I'd expect breakfast," she said with a yawn.
Harvey stretched, throwing off the sheets. "Fifty?"
"What do you usually charge?"
"How do you think I got this condo?" he retorted. Harvey climbed out of the bed and dragged his way into the bathroom, not bothering to wrap a sheet around him. He had a hot ass - he knew it, everyone in the world knew it. "Haven't you ever noticed that my standard of living far exceeds what you pay me? You've never been curious?"
He returned to the bedroom with a fresh toothbrush and tube of toothpaste, flinging them carelessly in Jessica's general direction. They landed with a ploof and a bounce. Best fucking mattress money could buy. He'd swear his life on it.
"I always assumed you were into narcotics."
"Prostitution," he said with pride. "Way easier."
Jessica flipped back to the bed with a humph.
Harvey only stared. Being totally and utterly besotted with your boss is one thing. Sneaking a kiss is another thing. Friends kiss each other, on occasion. Families kiss. Kissing your boss was a little bit taboo, but forgivable. In the right light, with the right storytelling, forgivable.
Fucking your boss...
It went almost exactly the same as he had imagined it. Fun. Explosive. Earth-shattering. Ass-clenching, gut-wrenching, tortuous... Perfect.
For him, at least.
But what now? What was he supposed to do now? She was still there in his bed, where he'd wanted her since the first time he'd set eyes on her. He had kissed her, just as he'd wanted to. He had touched her actual face with his actual hands. Held her body and traced every curve with his fucking fingertips. Made actual love to her with his actual real dick. Actually tasted her with his mouth on her actual real shaved vajajay. But what now?
Confess his undying love and ask her to marry him? Yeah. Right.
Fifteen fucking years and she was a stranger, he realized. The awkwardness he was feeling was the inexorable awkwardness that always inevitably came with stranger fucking and Lord knows, the only way to deal with awkward strangers overstaying their welcome is to fucking kick them out the door and send them on their way with cab fare…
But he kinda sorta loved this stranger…
And she was just sitting there, with her back to him… Riddled with his doubts? His misgivings?
His hopes?
He perched on the wall, took the toothbrush out of his mouth for a moment… "Us working at Pearson-Specter, and you being Pearson with me being the Specter, you think anyone would mind if we took a sick day?"
She turned to him with that purple perfect smirk. "Wouldn't that be suspicious?"
"Only if I posted a pic of you up on facebook while you were sleeping and changed my relationship status," he shrugged. "Which would be a total dick move. Hindsight is a bitch. And by the way, I'm on this no carb diet, so when I said eggs for breakfast. I meant eggs with nothing else. Except maybe I open up another bottle of wine?"
She yawned and fell back on to his sheets, her big black eyes meeting his instantly. Mocking grin in place… "You spoil a girl, Harvey."
