December 12th, 10:42 am.

Session Seven (continued).

The office was alive with tension, to the point where I could practically taste it. It was as if I was up high, elevated off the ground and the taste of electricity filled the air as lightning prepared to strike. It was glorious. I watched her like a hawk as she slowly approached me, my eyes wide and excited, tongue sliding across my bottom lip. She exhaled as she sat down, a foot or so away from me and crossed her leg over the opposite knee. She handed me the clipboard and I took it in my chained hands, still watching her. It took me a while, unable to drag my eyes from those baby blues but finally I pulled them away and looked down at the sheet of paper. Harley's handwriting was small and sweet, feminine with swooping letters. I smiled as I read over it. I laughed when I got down to the bottom. "You only counted that as a half?" I asked, shocked and she giggled, covering her mouth with an open palm.

"I don't think that making a good cup of coffee counts as anything more," Harley argued back and I growled under my breath, but couldn't help my smirk. I found it strange how natural this all felt. The grin on my face wasn't just to charm her, it wasn't to scare someone and it wasn't because of how terribly hilarious I was. It was genuinely because… Well, Harley was fun. She was and that was bothering me. Ignoring my uncomfortable revelation, I continued to read the list until I finished and then narrowed my eyes, pursing my lips.

"I think you did this on purpose, doll," I said, raising an eyebrow and I looked up at her, my eyes rolling up, a small sly grin on my mouth. Her breath hitched and she inhaled slowly, licking her own red lips. It was silent between us, the room still buzzing with tension and I could see her hands were shaking softly in her lap. The urge to reach out and grab her was strong, to take hold of her wrist and pull her nose to nose with me, to feel her heart pounding against my chest… Instead, I softly whispered in a quiet, breathy voice, "Say it."

"Say what?" She asked breathlessly.

I set the board down beside me and shifted to the side, my knees pointing towards her, though I was only able to move a few inches. She swallowed again, loud and nervous, her blush flowing down her neck. My cuffed hand rested on the couch, just an inch from her thigh, my face close to hers and I purred, "What you're dying to say right now."

"I don't know what you mean," She said quietly, her eyes dropping to look at my hand, my fingers outstretched at her, but not touching her… No, I wouldn't do that yet, I didn't want to push it.

"Look at me."

She could hear the command in my voice and her eyes flashed to mine quickly and that eye contact for some ungodly reason made my heart pound just a little faster. It was quiet for a moment until she said, "Our session is almost over, Mr. J." I glanced up at the clock ticking on the wall. Ten minutes left. I gritted my teeth and leaned back casually as if nothing had happened, as if we hadn't shared that moment and I sighed.

"All good things must come to an end, eh?" I murmured and she licked her lips and stood, a little breathless and nervous herself. As she walked back to her desk, her heel slipped from under her foot and she gasped as she fell forward onto her knees, just in front of me. Leaning forward, I said, "Are you alright, Harley?"

"Fine… I… I'm fine," She said and forced a polite smile on her lips before standing. Her knees were stained red from the carpet burn and my lips quirked up in a small grin at it. "I actually think we should call it early today, I forgot to bring lunch with me, and have to run into town… I'll see you in a few days, okay?" She asked and smiled at me, her lips tight, though she didn't meet my eyes. She was trying hard, doing that on purpose. I narrowed my eyes at her. That was going to bother me.

"Harley," I demanded, my voice low and slightly rough.

Ignoring me, she pressed the intercom button and said, "We're done here, Ron."

As soon as her finger was off the button, I hissed, "Harley."

"Yes?"

"Look at me."

Sighing, she took off those damned glasses, wiped them off and set them on the desk. "Mr. J, I—"

"Look at me!" She squeaked in fear and jumped in her chair, looking up at me with wide eyes. I exhaled with a huff through my nose and said in a very quiet, intimidating voice, "Don't ever hide your eyes from me. Got it?" As soon as the words left my mouth, the door opened and the big, burly bastard named Ron or Rob or something that I didn't hear walked in and I licked my lips, staring at Harley until the very moment I walked out the door.