Synchronicity

Chapter One

"To another successful win." Harvey raised his glass up and clinked it with Mike's glass. "You really came through at the end there."

"It's what I do and why you keep me around." Mike smirked.

"Oh is that why? I knew there had to a be a reason." Harvey chuckled.

"Be honest." Mike laughed. "You actually thought for a moment we wouldn't win."

"No." He shook his head. "I knew we would win. I just didn't know if you would come through or if I would have to step in make the game winning home run for you."

"Sure." Mike rolled his eyes. "That's a very convenient story you have there."

He watched as Mike downed the rest of the liquid in his glass. "Another round?"

"Actually no." Mike shook his head and looked at his watch. "I know we came out to celebrate but I promised Rachel I would try to get home early if possible. We apparently have to pick our wedding date tonight."

"Ah yes." He chuckled again. "I get it. You don't want to disappoint the future Mrs. Mike Ross." He had in fact brought Mike out tonight to one of his favorite places in order to celebrate their win for Fowler Cosmetics. But if Mike was going to wimp out and leave less than an hour into the night he would have to find some other way to celebrate.

"We're good though?" Mike asked.

"Of course." Harvey nodded as his attention was drawn to a brunette who was approaching their table. She was in a skin tight dark blue halter dress that hugged every curve as she moved. Some women made that kind of dress look trashy, but this woman just looked damn sexy. She had a way of walking that exuded confidence. He kept his gaze on her as she walked past the table and headed to the bar.

"Harvey? Did you hear what I just said?"

Mike's voice brought him back and he turned his head to face the man he considered another brother. "What?"

"I was asking if you would be alright celebrating the rest of the night without me but I think I know the answer already." He pointed to the bar.

Harvey smirked. "Oh I'm sure I'll be alright. But suddenly I feel the need for another drink."

"Better head on over to the bar then and get your fix." Mike laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah. I won't be in early tomorrow." Harvey nodded. "Have fun living the domesticated life." He waited until Mike was on his way out before standing up. Buttoning his suit jacket and adjusting his tie, he picked up the empty glass and headed to the bar. Although there were several spots open he walked right up to the left of the mystery woman who had caught his eye.

"Hey Joe, can I have another Macallen 18 when you get a chance?"

"Sure thing." Joe replied from behind the bar.

While he was waiting for his drink he turned to face the woman and gave her a long glance from head to toe.

"You know, there comes a point where staring at me stops being free." The woman said without looking over. She instead took the last drink of her martini.

"Have I reached that point yet?" He was intrigued by this woman already.

"Almost." She turned to face him. "A few more seconds and you'll have to buy my next round."

"Done." He winked. She had the most expressive brown eyes. It looked like they had a speck of gold in the middle. By now his drink was sitting in front of him. "Hey Joe, can you also get this gorgeous woman next to me another drink?"

"Absolutely." Joe nodded.

"Gorgeous, huh?" She baited him.

"I just call 'em like I see 'em."

"Well thank you for the drink and the compliment." She winked back.

He watched as she picked up the drink Joe placed in front of her. He put some bills on the bar and saw her stand up. "Are you leaving already?" He was alright with Mike leaving early, but if this woman left early too he would have to reevaluate his charm.

"No. I figured you bought me the drink so we could go back to your table." She answered. "Was I wrong about that?"

"You're bold, but not wrong." He hadn't meant to say that first part aloud and was surprised when he heard himself say it. But he wasn't used to a woman who was this direct.

She just laughed and he followed her back to the table that he had been recently sitting at with Mike. He put his drink down before he pulled out her chair for her. Then he went over and sat down across from her.

"So…you managed to get me to your table, which I assume was your goal while you were ogling me. What's next on your agenda?"

He couldn't help but smile at this woman. She was just as confident and full of herself as he was. That was rare, even in New York City. "Who says I have an agenda?"

She smiled. "Oh come on. You don't strike me as the type of man who does anything spontaneously." She gave him a long once over. "No, you look like a man who likes to have a plan."

"Now who is calling 'em like they see 'em?" He laughed. "And who's to say that my goal ended with simply getting you to my table. Maybe my goal was to get you to come home with me tonight."

"My name is Rebecca." She held out her hand for him to shake. "And you would be?"

"Harvey." Instead of shaking her hand, he reached over and kissed the top of her hand. It was nice to have a name to go with her beautiful face.

"Nice to meet you, Harvey." Rebecca smiled. She took a drink of her fresh martini. "So tell me something. Do you make it a point to stare at every woman who comes in here?"

"No." He shook his head. "Only a select few catch my eye."

"Then I should be honored?" She chuckled.

"Something like that, yeah." Harvey chuckled.

"So why are you here tonight?" She asked.

"Just celebrating a really good day at work with my associate." He explained. "I'm a…"

"I don't need to know what you do." Rebecca interrupted him. "And you don't need to know what I do either."

"Ok." He nodded. She wanted to keep some intrigue about herself and he was interested enough to let her. "And why are you here tonight?"

"I'm new to the city." She explained. "A friend of mine told me if I ever moved here the first thing I should do is come here for the best vodka martinis in the city."

"Well Joe does make a mean vodka martini." Harvey told her with a smirk.

"You're on a first name basis with the bartender." Rebecca noted. "I don't know if I should be impressed or start handing you pamphlets for rehab centers."

He laughed heartily. "What can I say? I've just been coming here for a while now."

She was quiet. He watched as she seemed to be studying him. He was getting ready to say something when she finally spoke again.

"Do you want to get out of here with me right now?" She smirked, raising one eyebrow.

It took him less than a second to reply. "Hell yes I do."

Once Harvey unlocked the door to his penthouse, Rebecca pushed her way through to enter first. He watched as she looked around at his place. Most women when they saw his place for the first time tried to ingratiate themselves to him by complimenting the view or his décor. Everything in his place seemed to impress women and he assumed Rebecca would be the same.

He stood next to her and looked over. He was wrong. The look on her face wasn't wonder or appreciation. It was more of boredom. He had no idea who this woman was but there was something about her that was acting like a magnet for him, drawing him closer and closer.

"What do you think?" He asked, finding himself eager to get her opinion.

"About what?" She asked, turning to face him.

"My place." He replied, motioning to the space around him.

"It's a penthouse." She chuckled. "And it looks designed to impress others. I'm sure others are impressed. To me it just looks like a place to live."

"Who exactly are you?" He smirked.

She took a few steps closer to him. "Don't worry, Harvey. I'll tell you…I'm just a girl…standing in front of a boy…waiting for him to make the first move. I waited at the bar for you to approach me. I waited at the table for you to ask me back to your place." She reached back and pulled down the zipper of her dress, pushing it down and letting it pool on the hardwood flooring. "But I'm getting tired of waiting."

Without another word, she closed the gap between them and started kissing him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pinned her against the wall, thrusting his hips toward her center. He started kissing her neck while one hand started massaging her breast. The moans coming from Rebecca only spurred him on more.

"I want you, Harvey." She whispered as she started to undo his belt, followed by his pants.

"Do you always get what you want?" He whispered back.

"I will tonight." She smirked. "And so will you."

The next morning, Harvey's eyes had a hard time adjusting to the bright light of the sun streaming through his windows. It didn't take him long to remember what happened last night. He had brought Rebecca back to his place and they had sex in two different rooms before settling in the bed for a couple more rounds. She was as insatiable as he was and he had to admit that she was beyond intriguing. He usually just did one night stands. Relationships were not his thing because they meant you had to be vulnerable to another person. You had to trust them not to hurt you and that was something he wasn't good at. But he was tempted to see if they could get together again.

He rolled over in bed to see if she would be amenable to that but found the other side of the bed was unoccupied. The only thing there was a piece of paper with the word "Thanks" and then a lipstick kiss underneath.

She had snuck out of his place. He couldn't help but laugh. Normally he had to practically kick women out of his place in the morning because they saw how nice his penthouse was and tried to attach themselves to him. She was the exact opposite and kicked herself out. He wasn't sure whether or not to be appreciative or disappointed.

After all, there wasn't an easy way to see her again. He didn't have her last name and the odds of running into her again in a place like New York City was slim. The only thing he could think of to see her again was to go to the same place every night and hope she showed up again, but that seemed pathetic.

With a heavy sigh, he threw back the covers and got up to start his day.

Rebecca walked down the hallway of her new firm, Florrick, Bastin and James. To her left was Xavier Bastin, the guy responsible for bringing her to New York City in the first place. She wanted…no she needed to get as far away from California as she could. When she met Xavier Bastin at a law conference and he mentioned his firm had a senior partner opening she jumped at the chance for a fresh start.

"And here is your new office." Xavier smiled, pointing to the office in front of him.

She couldn't help but be surprised. There had to be some kind of mistake. "Xavier, this is a corner office."

"Yeah." He nodded, as if there was nothing amiss. "So?"

"I don't think I deserve a corner office yet."

"See that's where you are wrong." He laughed. "You absolutely do deserve a corner office. Don't be so modest about yourself. You are my right hand woman and so you deserve only the best."

"I'm not sure…"

"Your name is already on the door." He pointed out. "Don't make me have to have them take it off. I've heard taking names off of doors is a pain in the ass for the maintenance people."

She looked and saw it. Rebecca Monroe was scrawled out in cursive. Underneath it was Senior Partner. Looking over at him again, she smiled. "Ok. I guess this is my new office then. Thank you."

"You are most welcome." He put his hand on her shoulder. "Now, on to business. Your first case is on your desk. I have no doubt that you will be able to hit the ground running. Your opponent is a worthy advisory though. No one has beaten him yet, but something tells me he's met his match with you."

"I'll do my best to make you proud." She promised, watching him leave. Once he was far enough away she entered the office and looked around. The view was amazing and she could see herself being happy here. The office was big enough for a desk, a couch, two chairs and several bookcases. Her office back in LA hadn't been this large. There was a nagging thought in her head as she wondered why she was given this kind of office since she was the new kid on the block, but she squashed that. It didn't matter. She was here and this was her office now.

There was a knock on her door and a young woman entered. "Hi. My name is Adrienne. I'm your secretary."

"It's nice to meet you." She smiled at the girl, who looked to be barely 21. "I'm Rebecca."

"I know." She nodded. "Mr. Bastin told me about you. He really thinks highly of you. Let me know if there's anything special you need to get started." After she said that, she left the room.

Rebecca chuckled at her new secretary. Adrienne seemed like a sweet girl but she wasn't sure about her abilities as a secretary yet. She sat down at her new desk and opened the file for her first case.

It was a hostile takeover bid from one of the firms' clients. She glanced at the attorney of record for the other side. Harvey Specter from Pearson Specter Litt. She giggled as she read the name Harvey and memories of last night assaulted her.

Then she quickly grabbed her phone. She didn't meet a lot of people named Harvey anymore. It wasn't a popular name that popped up regularly. Typing Harvey Specter into the search engine, she groaned when a picture came up.

The picture staring back at her from her phone was of Harvey with his stupid, charming face. It was then she realized her one night stand was with her new opposing counsel. And according to Xavier, Harvey was practically unbeatable. "Shit."

She wasn't the type to have one night stands and she didn't go out last night looking to hook up with anyone. But he was so handsome and there was something about him that made her insides turn to goo. She wanted him and for once she let herself go after what she wanted—to hell with the consequences. Of course now there were going to be consequences.

After she got over the shock of it she realized it meant she would be able to see him again and smiled. If he really was unbeatable though, she needed to work twice as hard. But she didn't mind the hard work.