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Harvey sipped his whisky, watching the view that justify how much he paid for his apartment. He needed to think. With Lulie's testimony he could easily win the case. She was a well known pro in her field, and he was sure he could erased all Kolk's mystifications about her. Plus, she was beautiful and classy. He still had no proofs, but with another woman with the same allegations – worst, actually, he thought clenching the glass – the game is done. But Lulie had to testify. She had to tell her story in front of a jury, during a public trial that surely media would follow step by step. He thought about her petite figure sitting in front of the man who reduced her life in an endless nightmare, her big eyes widened. She would have to answer to the counterpart's lawyer, and he surely would have no mercy. Normally, Harvey wouldn't too. That was the problem when he let himself care about someone, even if he didn't have any intention to do it. With Lulie everything was so simple, so animal. It was like a perfect mechanism that just closed around him without him even noticed. He didn't know if it would have last, but he never felt like this before. It was consuming, overwhelming, with a thick substrate of destiny and predestination. He realized that when he just couldn't stop himself to taunt her, her smell and touch and taste were impossible to ignore.

And he couldn't avoid to feel guilty, neither. He let her go, when he knew exactly how she was feeling. The truth was he pushed her away to protect himself from her, and from all those tangled emotions she was putting him through. He couldn't stand not to control himself. And he knew that the more he saw her, the more he would be stuck with her in their strange relationship.

He heard a soft noise from outside. It took him a few seconds to recognize the sound of a knock on his door. He opened, and Lulie was there. She wore her red dress, the one he just wanted to tear off her body from the first time he saw her in it. She had a plastic bag on her shoulder.

-Come in – he said. Isobel watched him, smiling. He wore sweatpants and a grey long sleeves T-shirt, that just enhanced his handsome body.

-What? – he asked, frowning. The girl just kept smiling.

-I thought you were just like a TV show character, always with a suit – she said. Harvey raised his eyebrows.

- I usually am – he smiled – do you want something to drink? – he asked then. She put her package on the couch, then she nodded.

- Yes, please – she went out, on the huge terrace which dominated Manhattan. After a moment he joined her with a glass of red wine. She smelled it, then she tasted it, closing her eyes.

- Montilla Moriles – she murmured, glancing at Harvey. He nodded, literally adoring her Spanish pronunciation and disapproving himself for that.

- The sweetest one – he replied, with his characteristic smile.

- Himénez then – she said, sipping her wine.

- I'm impressed – and he was. She burst in a little, delicious laugh.

- My grandfather's family owned half of Moriles vineyards – she explained.

- You had an amazing childhood then – he could finally know something more about her past. She shook her head.

- Unfortunately when my mother married my father my grandfather refused to see her again, so I went to the family vineyards only after he died. My grandmother was amazing, though - Isobel turned to watch him.

- I want you to ruin Kolk – she said, and her tone was hard. Harvey held her gaze, reading all the resolution he needed to see – I brought you something… maybe you could use it or … - she indicated the bag on his couch. He frowned.

- It's – she stopped, closing her eyes. Then she shook her head, pushing her fears away – In that bag you'll find the rests of my clothes. The clothes I was wearing that day. Jerome kept it. I don't know, maybe … – she sighed. Harvey took her hand, watching her straight. His eyes were passionate, and hard, and she could catch a glimpse of his cold fury in them. He was … glorious.

- Lulie, I can do it. I can reduced him in shreds. I am the best and when I'll finish with him, I swear you – he stopped. She was watching him talk with an expression that he saw on her face only another time, just before they made love. She was wild. She took the last sip of wine, then she put her glass on the table near them. She almost turned, she didn't want be refused another time. She had just find the strength to fight again, and she knew really well that her resolution had a lot to do with him. It was like she was leaning on his strong will, using his complete trust in his own capabilities to reassure herself. If he pushed her away, she didn't know how she could handle seeing him in his office, or in a court.

But Harvey did something she didn't expect: he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, kissing her like he was sighing his last breath. Her eyes went wide for a second, then she molded her body to his, tangling her hands through his blonde hair. He made a deep throat sound, then he began frantically to undo the knot that pull together her dress. A moment later she felt his hands on her bare skin, and she harshly helped him to get rid of the dress, pulling him closer and letting him push her until she was sitting on the table beside her. Harvey put his hands beneath her black laced bra, then he took it off, his lips on her neck. They just couldn't be close enough, and both of them desired almost to annihilate the other. She threw off his button down T-shirt, enjoying the heat of his skin. Harvey cupped her back and pulled her against him, then his hand slide on her inner thigh, moving her panties and caressing her core with his thumb. Isobel tilted her head back, letting out her breath in trembling sighing, but he searched her mouth again, feeling ready to explode.

-I can't… – he began in a hoarse voice. He couldn't wait another second, he had to be inside her, and he couldn't and wouldn't fight that need. She pulled down his sweatpants, and guided him inside her.

- Me neither – she breathed, and they began to move together, he kept her close against him, each thrust a wave of overwhelming pleasure, each moan a confirm of their mutual, wild desire. This time Harvey just went on, rolling his hips against hers, without thinking, without holding himself, guided only by her, by her arms tightened on his neck, by her long legs clinging around his waist, her hips following his pace in a rhythm more and more frantic. Her body seemed soft and buttery, but under the delicate skin with its golden shading there were nerves and muscles, tense and strong, and Harvey sank his fingers on her sides, moving her back and forth, feeling his release nearer and nearer. Isobel took his face in her hands, her lips on his, trembling, while he held her against him with a last, crushing thrust. He leaned his head on her shoulder, breathing heavily, slowly regaining some consciousness. Isobel realized suddenly they were outside, night was all around covering them with its dark texture full of stars.

He leaned back, watching her attentively. Lulie was unbearably beautiful, still messy after lovemaking, her eyes warm and full of joy. He took his shirt from the ground, wrapping it around her naked bust. He glanced at her lingerie, realizing he ripped her bra.

- So much for me not wanting you – he murmured, and she laughed softly. Isobel slide in his shirt, shivering at the night's chill. He took her in his arms and went inside, leaving her sitting on his kitchen table.

- Hungry? – he asked, opening the fridge.

- Yes – she answered – Actually, I'm starving – she added, realizing she didn't have dinner that night, after all she went through.

- How about a sandwich? –

- That would be great – she observed him cutting the bread and smearing peanut butter on it, then some marmalade and a generous spoon of honey. It was a particularly amazing view, since he was still shirtless.

- I think that a handsome, half naked man preparing a peanut butter sandwich is the sexiest thing I've ever seen so far – she said, smiling. He put two sandwiches on a plate, then he poured some cold milk in two big glasses. He put everything beside her, then he leaned against the table.

- So you think I'm handsome – he said cockily, winking at her. She watched him, raising her eyebrows.

- I think that you consider yourself handsome enough for both of us – Isobel took a sandwich and bite it – oh, this is so good – she said, still munching. He laughed, biting his own sandwich.

- And this is so America – she added, her eyes closed. Harvey frowned.

- You know, it's like in Lambert's books. I read all Penny Parrish ones. It was a fifties girl who lived with all her family and wanted to become an actress, her father was a U.S. Army General and all her brothers went to West Point. They always drank malt milk shakes and eat sandwich like this one – she raised her half eaten sandwich. Harvey smiled.

- I think I learned to love your country reading those stories – she added, returning his smile.

- You know, I always wonder why everybody calls you Lulie – he asked, and once again she shivered, hearing him rolling her name on his tongue. His voice was so deep, every time he spoke watching her like that she felt her ears starting to buzz.

- My father began to call me Lulie, years ago – she whispered.

- It was a Dos Passos character, right? – Harvey remembered the book he read years and years before, just some particulars of a delicate, funny and gracious girl with brown hair and a lot of dreams. She nodded, her mouth full of food. He never thought about it, but in that moment he made the connection easily. She finished her sandwich, then she took a sip of milk. When she lowered her glass, Harvey smiled seeing two white stripes left over her mouth. Why she made him feel like that? He felt… tender. And soft. And protective. And horny, most of the time. He raised a hand and passed his thumb over her upper lip. She saw the look in his brown eyes, knowing exactly where they were heading. Isobel put her hand on his wrist, leaning forward and placing a light kiss on his mouth. It tastes of peanut butter and strawberry marmalade. Her full lips smiled on his, and when Harvey wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, she molded her bust with his, and she was amazed to find her body totally awake, alive, willing to connect with him. Harvey slid his hands on her thighs, then he lifted her from the kitchen table and headed straight in his bedroom.