This one is for the people who kept motivating me throughout this process, for Luisa who has always believed in me and been in my corner no matter how long it's taken for me to respond, and for krystalsteph who wanted this in from the very beginning. I love you all so much!
Part 3 coming soon!
"What Mike said to Rachel, about me" he emphasizes, looking her in the eye before his eyes linger down to check her out for a millisecond.
"He wasn't lying," he concludes with smirk and a wink, leaving a flabbergasted Donna at her desk as he turns away walking swiftly out of her office.
Donna doesn't know how long she sits there in a state of stupor. On one hand, she's seriously debating whether she's hallucinating- could something this embarrassing actually have happened to her just now?
On another, she's completely overwhelmed, and can't stop replaying the footage of Harvey admitting that he has the hots for her and then looking absolutely delicious as he walks out of her office.
The worst part is, he could be kidding. His comment falls under the level of inappropriate comments they share with each other, and Donna would usually sweep it under the rug as if it were nothing... but...
Harvey seemed unfazed when hearing she wanted to be dicked down. And he even asked her about it right after, as if he was willing to do it.
The old Harvey would still joke, but he would be way more uncomfortable, knowing they were crossing a line. The Harvey from five minutes ago with his insufferable smirk and twinkling eyes?
Well.
Donna wonders if they're finally about to happen. She always thought it'd be inevitable but she never anticipated a fucking text would do it.
Should I text him? Or leave it be?
She thinks about another night with her vibrator, when she could possibly be having Harvey.
To hell with this and all of the consequences, she thinks. Rachel was right, she needed to be with someone. And it was either going to be her former boss or she'd somehow find someone on his level to replace him permanently.
It's not like you haven't been trying. He's just irreplaceable, is her last fleeting thought before she tells her brain to shut up and pick up her phone.
"I have such mixed feelings about you right now," she mutters to her device as she pulls up Harvey's name on messages. Without thinking any further, she types her message out and hits send, immediately letting go of her phone face down on her desk.
Donna [09:07:34]: If you're serious about what you said earlier, then I wanna talk. Can you meet somewhere for lunch?
She tries her best to busy herself getting settled into the office, pretending like she isn't dying to see if and what he will respond with. She only lasts a minute before she picks up her phone again.
Harvey [09:08:52]: I'll book a room at the St. Regis hotel. I have a meeting before so I'll just meet you there. 12pm.
A feeling of adrenaline and disbelief rushes through her instantly, and she has to cross her legs to curb the downpour of heat she feels. She couldn't believe this man and his sheer audacity to immediately book a hotel, but she can't lie and say it isn't exactly what she wants. God, she can't wait to be fucked by him and his alarmingly enormously large ego.
Within the next half hour, Donna forces herself to focus, partly because the corporate world does not stop for her "lunch plans" and also because she doesn't want to think about the possibility that what she thinks will happen might actually not. For most people, booking a room is relatively definitive but her and Harvey have always been as unpredictable as it gets.
When it comes time to leave, Donna can't help but suck in a breath at her watch. At this point, there was no way she was going to back out, but the whole situation still scares the shit out of her.
Quickly, she goes to the bathroom to tighten up. As she does a quick twirl in the mirror, she can't help but commend her outfit choice- a new Roland Mouret number, maroon in color with a little cape and a little bit too much cleavage to be office appropriate. Even if things didn't work out, it was reassuring to know she'd still look drop-dead gorgeous.
After a quick ride to the hotel, Donna can't help but feel her heart drop to her stomach when she feels her cab stop. Determined to maintain her composure, however, she smiles at the driver, pays her fee, and when she steps out, she's like a completely new person. With a determined walk and a radiant smile, she walks into the lobby without an ounce of doubt.
"Harvey Specter's room, please," she says to the clerk politely.
The woman behind the table takes in the name before she smiles back. "Mr. Specter isn't in yet, but he left special instructions to give a key card to Ms. Donna Paulsen. I'm assuming that's you so if you have an ID, I can get you started,"
She tries her best not to get swept away by his thoughtfulness as she gets the things she needs and heads up aimlessly towards room 1307.
Donna's left to fend for herself for a few minutes until she hears the distinct whirring of his hotel key card being inserted on the other side of the door. Before she can react properly or mentally prepare herself, she's faced with all of him- his shield of armor, his perfectly coiffed hair, and his piercing jawline.
"Hey," she says softly, as if she's making sure this isn't one of her dreams.
"Hi," Harvey responds, breaking into one of his signature smiles. "I ordered room service for us,"
She's shocked. "You didn't have to do that,"
"I wanted to," he smirks.
She can't help but smile at his antics.
The pleasantries don't last long though. He may have ordered room service, but the minute he starts walking towards her, she's acutely aware that she's very close to being closed by Harvey Specter.
"So..." he begins, his smirk almost infuriating. "How should we do this?"
She has no fucking clue either. The situation itself couldn't be weirder, one moment she's nursing a hangover and in the next she's suddenly dangling on the precipice of confessing what she's buried in her heart for the better part of a decade and throwing away the hard work she's put into her own self preservation with no guarantee of anything else except a phenomenal orgasm.
She had to give it to him. Even without having had any fun recently, Harvey was always going to be leagues ahead of everyone else when it came to dealing her pleasure.
And all of this happening on a random fucking Tuesday, no less.
"We should talk?" she suggests weakly as he stops right in front of her.
"What's there left to say? You're hot, I'm hot, from today's interaction, it's been revealed that we're clearly into each other. In fact, you might need this more than I do," he cheekily adds.
"Harvey," she responds, sternly.
"Donna," he parrots immediately, not backing down from a fight. "Unless you're really okay with just the concept of blowing off steam with anyone? Should I ring the guy managing the lobby downstairs instead? He's pretty cute,"
"You know that's not it," she says exasperated- he's being impossible and she's starting to see why he's always so intent on playing the man and not the game. She had no idea what she was thinking, getting into a hotel room with Harvey knowing how close they were to setting everything on a metaphorical fire. He's going full lawyer mode on her now and there's no escape.
Deep down, she thinks this will end one way. She's not naive and has also seen the way that he's looked at her differently, like maybe he's openly thinking about her from time to time in a more forever type of way. And she thinks what's about to happen is what she actually wants, but it's fucking terrifying regardless because she's never explored the possibility that it could be something she could actually have.
"Then what is it?" he pushes on with his interrogation.
"I don't think you're ready to hear what I have to say," she deflects, thinking it's the best option for her considering he's physically backing her into a corner. She needs time to figure out what to even say, so her best bet is throw it back to him.
"That's an evasive answer," he continues as if he were anticipating her move. Donna internally shudders at his dominance. She's terrified but fuck if he wasn't still a mass of desire.
"Room service!" calls a voice from outside.
The feeling of relief floods through every single one of her cells. Saved by the bell. "We should go get that,"
She moves to side-step him but doesn't get far when she feels him tugging on her wrist to drag her back in front of him. "Leave it. The food can wait."
"Harvey-"
"I've been thinking all morning about you in this dress and how much better it would look on the floor, Donna," he says sternly. "So if you don't want to do this, you need to let me know right now,"
If Donna had any doubts about how serious Harvey was about this, they've all but dissipated now. She hates how she can feel her nipples stiffen with how cocky he's being, but after years of skirting their feelings her libido can barely process just how much he wants her now. Her heart's racing so fast she's pretty sure if he says anything more, it's going to fly out of her chest.
"I- I-" her brain scrambles as she convinces herself to not give into the temptation. "What if I don't want this to be a one-time thing?" she blurts out.
Oh god. It sounds even worse out loud. And it doesn't even make sense, considering she wants Harvey to be hers, not her friend with benefits.
His signature Cheshire Cat grin has never made his face look more punchable. "Fuck, is that an open invitation for me to have you whenever I want?"
She's mortified, but not enough to stop her. Since Harvey wanted to push her, she's going to make him deal with the consequences of her confessions.
"No, Harvey, it means I want more, I don't just want to have another repeat of the Other Time or to put it out of our minds again. I want us to mean something because I'm so tired of pretending that we're anything less,"
It's a buzzkill, for sure- she can see Harvey's smile visibly turn into a frown. The seconds pass but they feel like eons and her ears start ringing because they're in uncharted territory and she has no idea how he's going to respond.
"Well, if you have to know, I've waited more than 7 years to have you again once, and I have no intention of holding out for that long for the next time either,"
"I don't just mean sex," she starts.
"Who said I only meant the sex?"
"I don't know, the fact that we fucking danced around this line for so long and it took one text for us to burn almost all of it down?"
She expects the accusation to stun him into silence, but she ends up being the one taken aback when he has a response prepared immediately.
"Has it ever occurred to you that I've wanted more for a while, but I had no idea how to proceed without breaking your rule? All the text did was tell me that you actually wanted me to do something about what I've been feeling for the last few months,"
"So what if I asked you to take me out on a date instead? What if I asked you to forget about all of the innuendos and my needs and we do everything the old-fashioned way?" she challenges.
She doesn't miss how he grits his teeth and slowly balls his hands into fists. "Then I'd march to the shower, take care of business, and then take you out on a date where you'll hopefully wear an even more revealing dress and then we can see where the night ends,"
"Huh," is all she can muster, certainly at a loss for words now. She hates to admit it, but Harvey has won every small step of their argument. It still baffles her though, with their complicated entertainer history, she never thought them taking the plunge would end up being so straightforward.
"Is going on a date what you want?"
"Yes...no...maybe," she's never been more unsure of something she's wanted for the better part of a decade.
He chuckles dryly before straightening his back so that he can tower over her. Subconsciously, she's still waiting for him to take the reins, and the need is so subtle that no one else but him could have ever picked up on it. And with the opportunity, Harvey is more than ready to comply with her needs.
"Tell you what, I'll make you a proposition," he almost hums, and she just knows something devilish is about to follow.
"I'm listening," she responds, trying to not sound as breathless as she felt.
"The hotel's booked, you need a little fun, and I might just be ready to give it to you,"
"Might?" she comments, with a quick glance down to his obvious erection.
He ignores the tease, clearly all business now. "You let me ravish you now and I'll take you out later and show you just how serious I am about us being together,"
"Harvey..."
"I'm done talking, Donna."
"But-"
"You either want me or you don't. Just tell me, I can take it."
"It's not that easy- , "
He minimizes the last inch between them as he lowers his lips to stay mere centimeters from hers.
Donna can feel her heart pounding, feel her body go up in flames as he stays so close, waiting for her to take the bait.
"It's your choice," he murmurs, and fuck, he's so close she swears she can taste his words.
To be continued very soon!
