Harvey Specter is the most infuriatingly cocky man I have ever met. He will stop at nothing to claim a victory and then stroll around the office flaunting it in front of Mike and Louis. And then he expects me to get on my knees and bow to him while kissing his feet and chanting "All hail Harvey Specter." It pisses me off quite frankly. But how can a man be so much of a dick, but so deliciously sexy at the same time? That's also the part I find infuriating.
I was in my office working on stacks of paper that seemed to keep multiplying on my desk when Harvey strolled in, a smirk etched onto his face for all eternity. He looked very good today in his blue three piece suit that brought out his crystalline eyes. My hands itched to mess up his slicked back hair, to change his perfect demeanor into pure sex. "You better have a good reason for walking in here uninvited." I couldn't stop my voice from getting husky, and Harvey from noticing my slip up.
"You know I don't play by the rules." He said shoving his hands in his pockets and smirking at me. I raised my eyebrows as a gesture for him to state his reason for barging in. "Right," he said. "As you know, the annual Pearson Hardman party is coming up. And since I don't have a date and you don't have a date, we should go, purely as colleagues, of course." His proposal was confident and cool, pure Harvey Specter style. I got up and stood in front of him, crossing my arms. I leaned in and whispered seductively in his ear. "Are you sure you can handle a night with Jessica Pearson?" He whispered back, his voice growing husky. "Hell ya. I'll drive." Then he strolled out of the room.
I always knew of the effect I had on the opposite sex. I am not bad looking. Men have undressed me with their eyes, pressed me up against walls, and bowed under my control. Every time I think about it, I wonder what I can do to Harvey Specter to make him beg for mercy. Then I get to the moment when I realize that I am a very sick person.
I pick a red dress for the party. It is a strapless number that hugs every curve. A slit is in the dress that lets one long leg peek out every time I move. I pick a pair of red heels and put my hair up revealing my long neck. I survey myself in the mirror. "That should do." I heard a confident knock at the door. I grab my latch purse and open the door. Harvey is breathtaking in his classic black tux and slicked back hair. I tried not to shiver as his eyes took me in hungrily. "Ready to go?" His voice was low but calm. I put my arm around his as we made our way to the party.
I was awoken by the smell of breakfast in the air. I slowly got up and stretched reveling at how the buttoned up shirt felt against my skin. I got up and walked into the kitchen. Harvey had his back to me, (shirtless. Yum.) while he slaved over the bacon cooking in a small pan. I walked up behind him pressing my body close to his and snaking my arms around his waist. The scent of him was absolutely magnificent. "So did I do that thing you asked for last night?" I could almost feel him smile as he hugged my arms to him. "Yes you did. Three is a very good number." He turned to face me smirking in his pure bliss. I kissed him hard on the mouth, my hands roaming over his broad muscular chest. His hands were tangled in my dark brown hair. We broke apart when air became an issue. "You know," he said huskily, his hand going under the shirt I was wearing. "Physical activity is a very important day to day basis. And I heard it helps you digest better." I smiled and held back a moan at how good his hands were making me feel. "We have to go to work. I already look like I got laid. I don't need to make it completely obvious."
"The look on Louis's face when he thinks you got laid." Just the thought made them both chuckle. "Look," I said suddenly getting serious. "No one can know about this. I would lose my job. You would lose yours." His eyes suddenly filled with sadness. "Was this a one time thing?" My arms hung loosely around his neck. "No way. This definitely has to be continued." I said leaning in for another kiss.