HI Folks! Here's the latest chapter of Harvey as a boxing musician and Donna as actress/singer. I'm in process of writing the Chapter 12 so we won't have long to wait for an update. Please R & R and thank you to all who are reviewing, reading, and following/favoriting. Thank you so much. Love - Carebearmaxi.

P.S. There's a reference which is M rated. Just a warning.

The Boxer Guy

Chapter 11

At the sight of Harvey's troubles, Donna had a hard time to pretend that she really admired Samantha's new love interest. It took all of Donna's acting skills that she could muster. In response, the minute she arrived home at 1:30 am on Monday morning, she wrote a note to Louis stating that he awaken her before he left for work.

Louis -

Please wake me before you leave for work. I really need to speak with you about an important matter. It can't wait until you get home.

Thanks,

Donna.

P.s. I have a taker for one of Mikado's kittens.

After that the only energy she had left was to take a short shower and jump into bed for a well earned rest.

Harvey woke up on time so he could make the commute to Pearson Hardman where he would begin his job as a mailroom clerk. He knew he was over qualified for the position, but he was a musician. He knew he was a good musician, too. Not quite as talented a guitarist as his father was a sax player, but he was good nonetheless. Also, by showing up to work today, he could possibly do some detective work and see if he could find a lawyer to help him and his father out of their predicament before it was too late.

He entered the big glass building and applied to the desk for a temporary employee pass. He gave the pretty security clerk the name of the person who hired him. While she called the personnel office, she swayed back and forth while standing with the phone at her ear and smiled at Harvey who charmingly smiled back.

"Thank you," Michaela said into the receiver and then hung up.

"Mr. Specter," Michaela then said to Harvey. "You take this pass and report to HR on the 37th floor. There they will take your picture and give you your permanent pass."

Harvey smiled and said, "Thank you, Miss Michaela."

Leaning in he winked at her and said, "Now what floor do I go to get a pass with you?"

Michaela, a pretty little blonde woman, smiled and lowered her eyes at Harvey blushing profusely. She watched him wink again, take his pass, and then buzz himself through the turnstile. She watched him as he walked away hoping he would return and ask her out.

"Donna," Louis said as he shook her gently as she slept. He held the note she left in his hand as he shook her.

"Louis," Donna said scared right out of a bad dream where she had taken responsibility for Harvey never wanting to see her again because she had caused more problems than solved them by interfering where he had never asked her.

"Oh my God. Are you ok?" Louis said holding her arm gently as he sat on the bed facing her. She seemed to be frightened of something Louis surmised.

"Yes. It was just a bad dream." She recovered herself as Louis showed her the note she left him.

"You wrote this, so I'm here. What was it that was so important? Who wants one of Mikado's kittens. They are not ready yet...they need.."

"Louis!" Donna interrupted. "Mikado's kittens are not the important thing I needed to discuss with you. I know they aren't ready to leave their mother yet."

"Well, even if..."

"Louis!"

"I'm sorry, Donna. What is it? Are you in trouble?"

"No. Not me, but Harvey."

"The musician you've been seeing for about two weeks?"

"He's a friend, Louis. Nothing more. He is in a bind though. As a matter of fact, today is his first day at your firm."

"Oh yeah? An associate?" Louis asked seeming interested.

"No. In the mailroom," Donna answered and watched Louis' expression become uppity.

"Oh. I'm not a criminal lawyer, Donna," Louis said his voice sounding like he was above defending a base criminal.

"No! He's a musician and despite what you think musicians are not criminals," Donna explained giving Louis the eye of disappointment in him.

"I'm sorry. Why does he need a lawyer?"

"You're an expert in copyright law and music publishing, right?"

"They are practically the same, why?"

"Well, the band that he founded with the lead singer has been disbanded by the lead singer. According to what Harvey was told by Travis Tanner, the studio will allow him to record that music without his band, which includes Harvey, if he signed over the publishing rights to the music. Now the music was not written by Travis alone but mainly by Harvey's dad, Gordon Specter who gave them the music because his own band plays mainly jazz and they couldn't use it."

"Well, he gave it to them right? He gave it to them freely?" Louis asked.

"Look, Louis, I only know what Harvey told me. So I was wondering, would you consider helping him?"

A pause ensued.

"Pro bono? Reduced fee?" Donna asked quietly watching Louis' thought process.

Louis smiled. "You see, Donna. I know you think he's a good guy, but you know musicians..."

"Do it, Louis or you can just pay me for singing at your wedding," Donna bargained.

Louis looked away and bit his lip and then finally nodded. "Ok, Donna. I'll do it. You said he works in the mailroom?"

"Yes. Let me call or text him first and tell him then I'll make sure he finds you."

"Ok, Donna, let me go or I'm going to be late," Louis said kissing Donna on the cheek as he left.

After Louis left, Donna grabbed her phone and dialed Harvey's number. The phone rang about three times and then went to voicemail. Donna decided she would leave him a message.

"Harvey, it's Donna. I talked to my roommate, Louis. He said he would represent you. I had to bargain with him about singing at his wedding, but I got him to agree to rep you pro bono. Call me when you get this."

Donna looked at the time, smiled, and decided she could afford to stay in bed and get some more sleep since today was her day off entirely.

Harvey had been shown the basic ropes by his immediate supervisor. He sorted the mail when it was delivered then he had to make a run to requests from the office supply and shipping departments to deliver the requests to the different floors of Pearson Hardman. He heard the ring tone of his phone go off, but he thought better than answering while he was working. If it was really important he could check his phone on his break which was in about ten minutes.

Harvey thought for a minute about Scottie whom he had left in his bed when he rose at 5:30 am. They had talked and it seemed that all was how they had left it before she had used him to make her decision on whether to marry her fiance which meant that there was no strings attached and if they both felt the itch they were there for each other. He was glad that Scottie had not protested or harangued him for not wanting an exclusive relationship with an eventual view to marriage. She had been a singer (how they met) at one time, so she understood how difficult the musician's life could be when it came to maintaining a marriage and a family.

She understood that he was not the man for that.

It was time for his break, so he sat down with a cup of coffee at a bench in the mailroom and took his phone out of his shirt pocket. He saw the voicemail notification. He clicked on it and held the phone to his ear. He smiled when he heard Donna's voice and was even more happy that she said Louis was willing to help him. However, Harvey was not sure if he really wanted someone in the offices to know his business.

He decided he would call Donna later and thank her.

Two weeks later...

Donna sat at the piano singing 'C'est Si Bon' one of her favorite bluesy songs since hearing Eartha Kitt's version many years ago. As she sang she watched as Harvey and a petite dark haired woman walked in together. The woman clung to his arm and they smiled at one another. Donna looked away before he could catch her eye.

It was not that Donna was jealous, but she had called him two weeks ago immediately after speaking with Louis. Louis had agreed much against his own will, but then a week passed and Harvey had not only not contacted her but did not seem interested that she had a lawyer for him who would help he and his father without being paid a fee.

That has to be his on again, off again friend with benefits Donna thought as she sang.

She tried to incorporate true feeling into 'C'est Si Bon' as she sang, however, she would need to do a better acting job than what she was currently portraying if she wanted to take the audience on the ride with her.

As she continued playing and singing the song, feelings of betrayal and jealousy persisted. Suddenly seeing him in the company of whom she presumed was the woman who he said wronged him felt like a slap in the face.

Why do I feel this way? Donna thought. I have no claim on him. I'm very glad I didn't sleep with him on my opening night. It's just that I really thought we could go farther. Stupid me for wanting to be careful with a musician. It's not just that he let me down being almost hypocritical, but he did not even bother acknowledging the fact I put myself out on a limb with Louis for him.

"C'est..si…bon…" Donna finished softly and sensually. The applause from the late dinner crowd was deafening and Donna stood and bowed for a good three minutes before she gave the signal for the Open Piano Bar portion. As she rose to get herself some water before resuming her position at the piano, she saw Harvey coming toward her.

"Hey, Donna, look…I'm sorry…" Harvey stammered.

"Hey, nice to see you, but I really need some water…" Donna said excusing herself and brushing past him.

It was a shame that Marcus was not working tonight as she was sure he would have confronted Harvey on bringing Scottie here. Marcus had intimated on more than one occasion that Scottie was not a good influence on him.

Donna entered the kitchen. She again greeted everyone in the kitchen on the way to the large refrigerator to get her travel bottle full of water.

Suddenly, Monica, the Chef that substituted for Marcus when he was not on shift approached her.

"Donna, would you like me to get you a little knosh before you go back out there?"

"No, but thank you, Monica," Donna responded taking a big sip from her bottle. "I'm good until 1 am."

"Ok, then, I'll just prepare you your usual so you can have it after," Monica said.

"Thank you, Monica. Very thoughtful of you to continue Marcus' sudden tradition of making me a leftover platter."

"No problem, Donna. You are very good out there and I know it must be tiring."

Donna just smiled and then left the kitchen hoping that Harvey and this woman did not take seats at her piano.

As she stood at the top of the dining theater, Donna was relieved to see that no one was sitting around her piano. She carefully walked down the shallow steps determined not to trip on her gown and ran smack into Harvey at the top of the row where his seat was located.

"Donna. I need to talk to you, but I have Scottie with me and I need to see you alone," Harvey said.

"Harvey, I really can't tonight. I had a hectic week. Why don't you just call me?" Donna said with a sarcastic upturn to her voice and looking him straight in the eye.

She then stomped off back down toward her piano.

He caught her arm and began. "Look, I know you're pissed at me for not calling you back. I appreciate what you did for me getting your friend Louis to see me pro bono, but I did find someone in the meantime and…"

"Good for you, Harvey. Now go back to your girlfriend and enjoy the show or don't. I don't really give a shit."

Donna wrenched her arm from his grasp and finished her journey back to her piano.

Harvey stood there for a minute and then returned to his table where Scottie sat. From the look on Scottie's face, he knew she was suddenly jealous and insecure about how Donna reacted to him. He took his seat, pulling it in, and maintained a poker face pretending that nothing had just happened.

"So, what was that all about?" Scottie asked.

"Nothing. I just wanted to thank her for doing something for me. That's all," Harvey said.

"Well, it looked like she didn't accept your thanks. What did she do for you? Give you an unforgettable blowjob?"

"Scottie!" Harvey exclaimed. He was very taken aback by her remark.

"Well, if it's not sex, what is it?"

"Nothing. Just drop it," Harvey said angrily although he was not angry with Scottie. He was not angry with Donna either. He was angry with himself. He knew that Scottie was just a temporary thing, and he knew that he felt so differently for Donna. He was emotionally inept at sorting his feelings, so he was not sure why he felt the way he did with Donna.

Scottie sipped her drink and then challenged him.

"Ok, if it's not that bad between you and Donna why don't we join her at the open piano bar. I would love to request a song and sing it or have you sing it with me."

"I don't want to do that tonight. I'm not singing tonight." Harvey's tone came out a more harsh than he had wanted. He looked over at Scottie and her face wore a scowl. He watched as she slammed her napkin down on the table and rose disgruntled.

"I'm calling a cab. There is obviously something going on between that redhead and you. So, I'm going home to my apartment. If you want to call me you know how to reach me."

"Scottie, I'm sorry," Harvey tried to apologize. He grabbed her hand, but she shook it off.

He rose still calling her name, but she had stomped out on her heel ignoring him.

Harvey sat there nursing his drink and picking at his food. He watched as Donna talked and joked and then sang with a couple of patrons at her piano. He looked at his watch and knew her song set would be coming up momentarily. As the maitre'd swept by, he passed a hastily written note to him and requested that he give it to Donna. The maitre'd gave Harvey a haughty look turning up his nose at Harvey with a gesture of where Harvey could stick his note. However, Harvey tipped the guy $50 which Harvey could not really spare to which the maitre'd changed his tune even bowing to Harvey with an 'of course, sir' along with it.

The maitre'd waited until Donna was finished with her open piano bar time and disappeared into her dressing room for the second song set.

"Donna!" Pierre called to her. Pierre was really the manager of this section of the restaurant and it seemed he was not above being bribed to do a customer's bidding. No matter how absurd it was. Pierre had seen Harvey on opening night and knew that Donna and Harvey had left together.

"Pierre, what is it?" Donna said annoyed. She opened her small dressing room and removed her hanging dress from the top of the small closed door.

"The man with whom you left on your opening night gave me $50 to be sure you saw this," Pierre bragged.

Donna took the note as if it would burn her fingers.

"Thanks, Pierre. See you out there," Donna said as she waited for the nosy Pierre to leave before she read the note.

Donna,

Can we please meet for a drink after your last set at 1:00 am? I really want to apologize to you about why I did not get back to you.

Also, there a couple of things I would like to ask you.

Just nod or turn your head to answer me while you're singing.

Thank you,

Harvey

After reading it quickly, Donna crumpled the note which was written on a ripped part of the printed menu. She planned to throw it into her small wastebasket by her dressing table. She stopped. Thinking. Changing her mind, she read it again in a different tone. He was not trying to be egotistical and make her look like a fool for trying to help. She read between the lines. As she read she could see in her mind's eye, Harvey's big brown eyes, boyish expression, and hear his pleading voice, she uncrumpled the note and laid it on her dressing table as she changed for her next set.