interview (milf part two)

Turns out, he was right. he couldn't keep his shit together.

As soon as they exited the elevator he walked right by those two twerps, nodding at them with disdain and made his way right to his office, fighting the urge to beat those idiots to a pulp.

He doesn't even pretend to sit down and do any of the work littering his desk when he arrives in his office, knowing good and well that all he's going to do is storm into that interview in a craze.

He sees her exit the conference room where she's been preparing, looking every bit the milf they said she was, and she makes her way to the chairs by the elevator to greet them. As she motions for them to follow her to the conference room, he sneaks in and takes a sit next to where he paperwork is placed.

When all three of them enter the room, Donna's eyebrows raise in surprise but she tries to hide it and the two idiots she's suppose to be interviewing drop the smiles that were lighting their faces and immediately shrivel to rubble.

"Harvey, what are you doing here?" She whispers harshly under breath, taking a seat next to him and across from the two young wannabe associates.

"Don't worry, I'm just here to observe," He says, nodding assuredly. She just glares at him and he knows he's in for a really long scolding after this is over, but he just couldn't help himself. He swivels his conference room chair toward the two young men as he feels the glare from Donna tease his skin. Then, she inhales and breathes out and turns to the two guys smiling.

She goes through the motions of the interview as professional and charming as ever, occasionally shooting glaring glances to Harvey as he grunts and groans every time one of the kids opens their mouths.

After about thirty minutes, Donna finally seems to have gone through every question she had and she raises to shake the boys hands and walk them out of the conference room, Harvey obviously refusing to shake the boys hands, instead opting for a nod in their direction.

When she guides them out toward the elevator bank, he seizes the opportunity to sneak out, hustling to his office to attempt to delay the inevitable explanation he's going to have to provide her. He's barely even settled into his desk chair before she's storming into his office, stern glare still present.

"Donna—" He whines, before she cuts him off.

"Don't you Donna me, Harvey Specter! What the hell was that in there?" She asks, fuming. "You crashed my interview because?"

He just stares at her in silence, shaking his head, puppy dog eyes taking residence on his face.

"Don't you even start that shit, Harvey," Donna says pointing her finger at him, coming closer to his desk and propping her ass on the corner of it near his thigh, clearly not falling for his attempt at evasion.

"I'm sorry, Donna," Harvey whispers. "But you don't know what they said!" He finishes, raising his tone.

"What could they have possibly said that made you crash my interview and grumble and groan like you were in pain?"

He glances out the window, before her hand grabs his face and pulls him back to her eyes and then he can barely last two seconds before he's spilling his guts, telling her about the scene he was privy to in the elevator and how fired up he got because of it. She listens, amused grin residing on her lips and when he finishes she just smirks at him, the silence making Harvey feel guilty.

"Say something, woman," Harvey says, placing his hand on her knee right below the hem of her dress.

She holds it in for as long as she can before she just loses it, laughing delightfully for several moments before she finally calms seeing the expression of shock on his face.

"You're cute when you're jealous," Donna says, cupping his jaw.

"I'm not jealous of those punks," Harvey retorts quickly.

"Mhhmm," she hums, still grinning. "Whatever you say."

Harvey rolls his eyes in response, lips quirking at the corner, knowing he was caught and not seeing the point in fighting it. She sneaks a quick kiss before she makes her way up from the corner of his desk and over to the door before she stops and turns to him once again.

"Harvey," she says softly.

"Yeah?"

"You think I'm a milf?" She says in that sultry, teasing tone.

"Fuck yeah," He responds back in that low tone, Specter grin appearing on his face.

"Good," she nods. "Get back to work," she says point at him again as she exits his office making her way to her own desk.