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Harvey sighed and leaned back in his chair, absently twirling a baseball in one hand.
He'd been trying to focus on his current merger case but he kept on getting distracted. Whoever had proofed this particular draft had used a blue highlighter, and Harvey couldn't stop thinking about how it wasn't nearly as nice a color as that pet psychic's eyes.
He tightened his fist around the baseball, hoping to vent some of his frustration.
"You realize that's signed, right?" Donna's voice broke through on the intercom.
Harvey glanced at the ball and came to his senses. With a swear, he hastily replaced the ball in its display holder on his desk.
Stupid kid, he thought, trying to erase the memory of those eyes and that lithe frame, and that very nice ass, sticking up at him. His mind started to wonder what it looked like without jeans to cover it up, when he realized he'd lost his focus again. He shook himself angrily and slammed his hand down on the open folder of contracts.
This was ridiculous! He needed to get over this, and soon. He couldn't afford to waste time thinking about fraudulent pretty boys who pretended to talk to animals.
Only, the kid had seemed to have fixed his cat problem. Stuart had seemed like his old self again, and nothing had been destroyed when Harvey had left this morning.
He couldn't stop thinking about the way Mike's skin had seemed so soft and pale, highlighted by the bright red scar of fresh scratches.
Harvey decided he needed to fix this—thing—whatever it was, and fast. He wasn't getting any work done, nor would he at this rate. He decided that his attraction to Mike was directly linked to the kid's so-called psychic abilities. Therefore, in Harvey-land, if he could just prove Mike to be a fraud, he could absolve himself of any emotional attachments. After all, Harvey didn't associate himself with such low-lifes.
So it was settled. All he needed to do was prove Mike wasn't a psychic and that would be the end of things. Harvey resolved to plan his next attack on the kid's credentials once he got home.