I sighed as I poured myself another glass of wine. I loved the sound as it filled up. I would need an extra dose with what just happened.

What happened?

Harvey and I had sex. But it wasn't the usual fast and hard. It was slow and prolonged the pleasure as long as possible. I know what the desperate women would say. This time was special. We made love.

The words made a chill go down my spine. Made love? Harvey Specter doesn't make love. You have to be in a relationship for months before you can even consider that one slow rump in the sack is making love.

Something about it still bothered me. I let the past few weeks run through my head, then the night I came to his apartment.

It was true that I had been scared. I didn't want to be another notch in his bead post. Or another one that he has closed. I scoffed at the thought.

He would be another notch in mine.

I straightened my back. He would be another notch. He would just be one of the very few guys that I have slept with. But I seduced him. I got him to sleep with me.

He is my bitch.

The thought made me laugh, and laugh, and laugh. I laughed so hard that I had to lean over and hold my stomach. I pushed the wine away from me. Too much wine.

So what was I going to do? Was I just going to keep sleeping with him? It was going to get old eventually. I would get bored. He would get bored.

Could Harvey and I have a relationship? I just couldn't see him settling with anyone. He had real commitment issues. And it was against the rules for us to have a relationship. Could I risk my job for him?

My stomach started to sink and I sighed heavily. I knew there was no way I was going to risk my job for him. My feelings weren't strong enough to convince me otherwise. I know for a fact that Harvey would feel the same.

I waited until the office was pretty much empty. The headlights of the traffic were brighter now which meant that the sun was almost down. I walked to Harvey's office knowing that he would be there.

He was leaning back in his chair, feet on the desk, throwing up one of his autographed balls, lost in thought. I smiled.

I paused at the door and walked in, perching on the chair in front of his desk. I grinned. He absolutely hated it when I came in without knocking. He turned to me, his eyes narrowing.

"Knock much?"

"I don't really need to knock when my name is part of this firm." I replied.

"What do you want?" he asked rustling multiple files on his desk. I cleared my throat.

"This is done," I said. "It was fun while it lasted. The sex was great. But we can't keep doing this."

"Yeah, I knew this was going to happen eventually." He said crossing his arms. "I was just wondering which one of us would do it first."

I laughed. "It was always going to be me."

"No way. I closed you. I would have closed you away in a few weeks."

My eyes widened. "You closed me," I asked disbelieving. "I highly doubt you were the one doing the closing when you were gasping my name."

It was his turn to scoff. "We will just see about that."

I paused for a minute. "Listen," I said softly. "I know that you can find a partner anywhere. So this is a once in a while thing."

"Oh," he replied. "So if the well goes dry, which there is no chance of, I'll know where to find you." I nodded.

"Exactly."

The silence was long. I stared into his blue eyes. "You know," he said getting up. He went around the desk and held out his hand. When I grabbed it, he pulled me against his body and gave me that signature smirk. "One more night wouldn't kill us."

I smiled. "You just can't get enough of me, can you?" He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah right."