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melons
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He and Mike are sitting in his office, working on a case for a non-profit organization looking for funding, when he spots her.
He'd left before her that morning, trying to get a head start on this case that was plaguing both himself and Mike. She had woken up when he was leaving, saying she was having breakfast with Rachel and she'd see him at the office.
The days where he left before her, it was like she got dressed specifically to torture him, picking one of her tightest or lowest cut dresses, almost as a punishment for leaving without her.
She liked to tease and he knew it.
So, almost like a sixth sense, he looks up right as she turns the corner heading to her office and his eyes almost pop out of his head. Yes, the dress is lowcut but it's also familiar. It's blue, short sleeves gracing her shoulders and hits right around her knees.
Yeah, he's seen this dress before. He remembers it fondly. It's the same one he wore the day she came back to him after the Hardman debacle. He remembers almost busting the seams in his pants that whole day and it took everything in him not to lose his bearings in her cleavage.
He can't stop tracing her form, eyes glued to her entire front, when he feels a crumbled up ball of paper hit him on the side of his head. "What the fuck, Mike?" He questions.
"Dude, I've been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes! What is it?" Mike asks, unable to see her until just now. "Shoulda known," Mike says under his breath shaking his head, eyes finally landing on Donna.
Harvey's attention had already been redirected back to her, as she turned the corner into her office, still in his line of sight. He did really like that about his new office, that he could always see her.
"Your wife does have some nice melons, man," Mike said, under his breath.
Harvey's head whipped up so fast it almost detached from his neck, mentally preparing to beat the shit out of the younger man in front of him.
"What?" Mike asked, holding his hand up dejectedly. "She does!" He exclaimed, shrugging his shoulders.
Harvey just shook his head in response, sneaking one last look at his wife before finally going back to the paperwork in front of him.
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