Jessica walked towards Harvey's office, her eyes meeting Donna's, who acknowledged her presence. She had actually anticipated it, warning Harvey through the intercom. Donna lowered her eyes back to the work in front of her, as Jessica walked in the office.
"Harvey" she said "you're going to Vegas for the weekend". Harvey's eyes flickered and he looked at her, with a questioning look. "Tough client I need you to close, and believe me you're going to need a weekend to close him. The biggest companies are competing to win him, this is very important Harvey" she explained. Harvey felt challenged and excited, ready to prove her wrong "Jessica you know I need a maximum of 6 hours to close a client!" he said smugly. "Well if you do that you can have the rest of the weekend in Vegas" Jessica replied. He stood up and said: "Challenge accepted"
Jessica smiled and turned her back to walk out of the office, before she stopped and said: "Oh and you are taking Donna with you. No objection". Donna's head went up in surprise, before controlling her posture. "Donna I know you can hear everything. Come in" Jessica said patiently. Donna walked in the office with a list of arguments to why she shouldn't go with Harvey on that trip. "Jessica I don't think it's really necessary for me to go" she started, before Harvey pitched in "I don't need a babysitter Jessica, I'll be fine" he said, pouting.
Jessica took a deep breath and said: "Need I remind you of the state you were in last time you went to Vegas without Donna?" she quirked an eyebrow and awaited his response. Donna was curious now: "Wait. Why don't I know this story?" she asked, encouraging Jessica to reveal more. Harvey got nervous and said: "No need to revisit the past. That was different; I can handle it on my own" Jessica decisively said: "No arguing Harvey. You'll be staying in my condo". Jessica started walking out of the office before she stopped and added: "Oh and the plane leaves at 6"
Harvey and Donna looked at each other, studying the person facing them. If Harvey was honest, he was glad to have her around and was lately growing tired of one night stands and conquests, so she wouldn't really be in his way. But he fakes a pout anyway. Donna stares at him before quickly saying: "Oh Harvey, I'm not the slightest bit excited about this either, but we need to pack; we only have three hours" She turns her back to him and starts walking out. "Help me pack?" he asks, her face hidden from his sight. She suppresses a smile and uses her annoyed tone: "Oh my God you're such a baby!" as Harvey's smile widens at her answer. She wasn't the least annoyed, rather happy to feel so indispensable to him, something she would never care to admit to him. "And why does Jessica have a condo in Las Vegas?!" He asks, as he follows her out of the office. "Well that is a long story…"
She doesn't let him come up to her apartment; and he knows why. He actually hadn't been insider her apartment since that other time, and he knows that it's best for her, and for him. "I won't be long. No Harvey, stay" she objects, as she sees him trying to follow her. He insists, because he's Harvey Specter, and nothing scares him, although he secretly prays she would ban him from entering her place. He's not sure how his memory, his body, his senses would react to that environment where he had undoubtedly the best sex he's ever had; something he'd never admit to her, although he's pretty sure she already knows. It wasn't just physical really, it was different from all his other conquests; he was making love to her rather than having sex with her. He shrugs away these thoughts, only to find Donna back in the car, a small suitcase by her side. "My place Ray" he orders
She walks inside his apartment like she lives there. She sees him walking to the bar. "Harvey no time for drinks; we have 40 minutes to be at the airport! Come help" she orders. He smiles slightly: "Always so bossy Donna. Besides, there's always time for a drink" he says, offering her a glass she takes gladly. "Oh shut up and start packing. I am not picking your underwear so you do that while I pack the rest" she says. He flirts again: "Are you sure you don't have any specifics concerning my underwear? Any special fantasy you'd like to fulfill Donn?" he winks. She drops the shirt she was holding in one hand on his bed and walks seductively towards him, her glass of whiskey never leaving her other hand. His eyes widen by surprise, half curious half careful to where that was heading.
She steps closer to him, her eyes glancing between his eyes and his lips. She stops when she can no longer walk, her face an inch closer to his. His breath hitches, and he tries to contain his arousal as much as possible. Donna was undisputedly sexy: her red fiery hair was his weakness, her swaying hips were his everyday favorite sight. She moves her lips to his ear and rests her hand on his chest, her voice sexy, almost moaning: "Actually Harv…I have this fantasy…" He holds his breath and waits. "Yeah?" he then asks, trying to keep it cool. "Aha..it's about me packing your clothes for a trip.." she says, decomposing the words into syllables, making sure the p popped at the end of her sentence, making his stomach tingle even more. He swallows. "And then you would stop acting like an idiot and help me" she continues quickly in a monotonic dull sentence. She steps back, looking proudly at a shaken Harvey in front of her. She takes the glass of whiskey to her mouth, sipping and then licking her lips. "You're devilish" he says pouting.
She packs everything, ranging from suits to t-shirts and trousers, sweatshirt and even pajamas he likes to call "sleeping trousers" due to the lack of an upper part; something they argued over all the way to the airport. "And why did you grab two sweatshirts?!" he asks "It's not Alaska you know". She shrugs "One is for me. I don't have space in my suitcase anymore. Plus, yours are more comfortable" adding a smile at the end, forcing him to smile back at her.
They make it to the airport on time and they soon find themselves seated; her eagerly going through one of the numerous books she reads, him staring through the window, with occasional glances at his favorite red-head.