Hey Everyone!

I apologize for the lack of updates lately, I just wanted to catch up on my writing before I went psychotic, trying to scrap up a new chapter without thinking it through. BUT as a token of my 'delay', I will warn you that the next chapter is going to be HOT. Extremely, unadulterated, pure hotness. I will mention again in the next chapter that it will be rated M, so do not say I didn't warn you. I thought of changing the rating, but that to me doesn't sit well.

THOUGHTS ON THURSDAY: I liked that they made a focus on Louis, since he's always a little hidden in the back. Harvey/Mike is always perfect, and my favourite scene was when Harvey was teasing Mike about the corporate card. Just shows the playful and fun side of their relationship. Loved the Mike/Rachel interaction, but the only thing that got me angry was that Donna didn't have many scenes! Sure, she had the fun one with Harvey, but Donna is kick-ass, and they need to show it more.

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

P.S. Disclaiming that Suits isn't mine.

A banging at her door caused Max to jostle awake. Looking outside, she saw the sun had just rose, telling her it was almost six thirty. The banging continued as Max reluctantly dragged her sorry ass out of bed, and strutted to her front door in a very lazy manner. Not even bother to check who it was from the peephole, she undid the chain and opened the door, letting Mike in.

"Bacon with french toast, right?"

Mike stopped in his tracks.

"Eleven months and I've still never been able to surprise you," Mike said, sitting on one of the bar stools behind the island, still in his pajamas. He looked at Max completely now. She looked remarkably happier, with her hair still damp from her very early-in-the-morning shower, and her flushed face. Her large t-shirt, tight shorts, and tube socks caused Mike to laugh, knowing that wasn't her typical outfit to wear to bed. She put effort into her outfit, which meant she still had enough energy to even bother to dress up for bed. Which only meant one thing...

"You didn't sleep with Harvey."

She nodded as she poured him some orange juice, "You're a smart man."

"Why didn't you?" He asked unconsciously.

She threw her head back, "Are we really talking about my sex life with your boss?"

Mike choked on the orange juice, "Yeah, you know what, nevermind. Whatever you do just... don't tell me anything."

Max smirked as she tended to the bacon.

"Before you say anything, if I did sleep with Harvey, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to walk straight for days."

"I don't want to hear this right now," Mike said, shoving his fingers in his ears.

The woman laughed as she mixed the eggs, "Your immaturity is emerging, Michael."

"Your promiscuity is flourishing, Maxine," Mike said as he got up to fill his glass again. As Mike was opening the fridge, a thought hit him.

"When are you going to tell Harvey about your parents?"

Max tensed up at the thought of telling Harvey about her parents. Shaking the thought, she continued cooking,"I don't know Mike. Maybe he won't be curious about them."

"Well, he will be," the blond said, leaning against the fridge, "Harvey likes to know everything."

"Knowledge is power," Max said, placing the french toast on the plate.

"And Harvey likes his power," Mike said as he was going to pour his glass of orange juice. As he was holding the plastic jug, it slipped out of his hands, pouring all over the counters and the floor. The jug smacked on the floor, cracking in several places. The cup that Mike was pouring into tipped over, knocking over its contents while rolling onto the floor, smashing into pieces. Mike stood there for those three seconds with a shocked look on his face. Max on the other hand was ready to knock him over the head.

"You dropped your pants, and now you dropped the orange juice. There is no way in hell that I am letting you hold my first born."

It was as if Donna could feel that the phone call that was ringing through was Oliver Klades. She hit the 'Line 2' button, picking up the phone, "Pearson Hardman, Harvey Specter's office, how may I direct your call?"

"Hi Donna, it's Oliver Klades."

Donna mentally sighed, "What can I do for you, Mister Klades?"

"It's Karly; she's refused to testify."

That got Donna's attention. If Karly didn't testify, then this case went down the drain, and that would royally piss Harvey off.

"Harvey isn't in right now Mister Klades, but the moment he is, I'll let him know immediately."

Her response was the dial-tone from the other line.

Speaking of the Devil, her boss began walking towards his office, when she noticed there was something different. Donna knew the moods of Harvey Specter: the average 'I'm-better-than-you' persona which was almost the only emotion she saw, the excited mode where he was coming off a high of bringing in a new client, frustrated at Mike, or angry to the point where Donna had to cancel a meeting. So when Harvey walked into Pearson Hardman the next morning, she was shocked to find another mood to Harvey, and dare she utter the word, it was genuine happiness. He was giving compliments to passing people, and the more Donna noticed this, the more she realized that her boss was in a really good mood. It wasn't like he forgot to make a comment on how Louis forgot his Viagra in the men's washroom, but he seemed to have more spring in his step, and Donna didn't know if she should be worried about him, or just accept it and add it to the mood list. Then she thought against it. Harvey was happier than he usually was... and on a Monday too.

"Good Morning Donna, has Julian Satan called yet?"

Julian Satin, or more commonly known as Julian Satan, was the most ruthless and heartless business man in most of Manhattan. Along with his brother, Logan Satin, he owned sixty eight percent of the high-rises, and eighty one person of the industrial buildings in the city. He was very powerful, and very rich, but also a blood-sucking monster who went through secretaries like Mike went through Red Bull. Not a sexual person, per se, he was just rude and demeaning towards all of his employees, with the exception of his close right hand men. Pearson Hardman had the unfortunate task of representing him in every lawsuit that was thrown at him. The only positive side is that when Julian paid his legal fees, he tipped the firm with enough money to create another firm. It wasn't generosity; it was a reminder to not double cross him. Mike had told Harvey that Max absolutely loathed the man, yet he wouldn't tell him why.

She smiled, handing him a file, "Not yet, but I can see when he's coming in."

He laughed while walking into his office, "Probably sucking the lives from kittens."

Donna didn't know if she should open her mouth, but when Harvey looked up at her face, he knew that she knew he was in a different mood. She was going to say something when her phone rang, and she turned to pick it up, continuing with the day's work. Harvey, on the other hand, was desperately trying to focus on work, and not the brunette a few hallways down. It was a shock to Harvey that he was this happy, and he didn't even sleep with Max. Would people start noticing the change in his demeanour? Possibly not Louis; when Harvey saw the short man his mood always turn sour and berating. But as of that moment, he was happy. He was going to be even happier when the guys from the mailroom started their rounds.

The hazel-eyed brunette was going to strangle almost every guy in the room. So what happened when she decided to wear a button down dress shirt with her black pin-stripped pencil skirt? Almost every man forgot that they treated her like she was lower than them, and now realized that she was the desire of every man in the room. She was definitely going to rip someone's head off. It was entirely her fault though; she was in such a good mood that she was overtly friendly to everyone. Mike, being ignorant as he was, popped a headphone in each of his ears, and tuned out the world around him. Now Max had no one to complain to, and was forced to work. As she turned the page on a patten, the wheels of the mail carts squeaked as they were pushed from the mail room suckers. She never received mail from one of the workers, so it was a surprise that one of them stopped in front of her. She thought that the boy was oogling her from the neck down, but he was going over a clipboard, striking a pen along the page. He reached down from below the cart, pulling a box covered in silver wrapping paper, and placing it on her desk, with a small white card attached to the top. Curious, Max cautiously lifted the card up, noticing there was nothing on the front. Opening it, she read the words on the inside.

'Max; to soften the blow.'

She smiled. Harvey...

By now, Mike had noticed what was going on at Max's desk and decided to investigate the whole situation. He hovered over her shoulder as she read the card. Wordlessly, Max handed Mike the card she gave him, curious as to who sent her the gift. Reading the item in his hand, Mike knew almost instantly what was wrapped up inside the very expensive silver paper. He almost told her that this was his whole idea, but his best friend was a little happier since Thursday, and Mike wasn't just going to rain on her parade. The woman carefully ripped across the top of the box, revealing the cardboard shoe box with the white print sticking out. Max felt her heart drop. There was no way in hell he bought me these... ripping off the rest of the paper, more of her co-workers became curious. Even several of the other workers and secretaries stuck their head in the work room to see what was in the shiny silver wrapping paper, including Donna, who was beginning to become suspicious. When the entire silver was gone, she pulled the lid off the box, which nearly gave her a heart attack.

Mike chuckled, "I'm guessing those are nice."

"Expensive is what I first thought," she said, pulling out the inky black stiletto. The red coming from the soles could have been seen from across the room. They're gorgeous, she said, examining them completely. She was sad though, after deciding that she was going to give the Christian Louboutins back to him, no questions asked. They were indeed gorgeous, but Max could have bought them on her own. She knew it was a nice gesture from Harvey, but she was going to give it back. She couldn't accept a gift this extravagant. The thought is the only thing that counts, she mantra'd in her head.

The booming sound of Harvey Specter's voice caused everyone to scatter.

"If no one's dead, I don't see the point of everyone standing around, not getting their work done," Harvey dead-panned, forcing everyone to turn around and run to their cubicles. Carefully making sure no one was looking, his eyes fell upon the brunette, who had her elbows on her desk with her hands interlocked, supporting her head sitting on top. She placed the left shoe on the top of the wall of the cubicle to make it seem like she was looking at the expensive item. In reality, she was looking into Harvey's eyes, mentally scowling him for his kind gift. Harvey knew instantly that she liked the gift, but knew she thought it was too much. Yet to her dismay, he wasn't going to accept the present back. What the hell was Harvey going to do with a pair of Christian Louboutins? To everyone around them, it seemed that Harvey's face was stone-cold straight. But Max was the only one that saw the corner of his mouth turn up a bit as he sent a subtle wink her way. As Harvey turned his back, he faintly heard the sexy giggle from behind him, and knew that he was never going to accept those shoes back from her.

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xoxo N.