Title: Chance Meetings

Author: Razorbackgal0225

Rating: PG-13-A little language, but that's all.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, laws or situations from Suits, but I sure wish I did. Anything you don't recognize is mine.

Author's Note: I admit, I'm a little nervous about this one. Let me know what you think; I love reviews!

The Eleventh Time

I wasn't entirely sure what to expect the eleventh time we met. After one night of drinks and a thoroughly fantastic kiss, I certainly didn't think I was in some sort of relationship with Harvey, but I knew something was there. I had pretty decent self-esteem, but I still couldn't quite get a handle on why Harvey Specter, practically a legend according to my brother, was interested in me. Maybe it was because I was different, less girly and lower-maintenance than his normal type. Whatever the reason, I tried my best not to question it and enjoy what was happening.

I had called Becca after I got home the night before, doing a retroactive play-by-play of the day's events. She squealed in the appropriate places and sighed at the end. She presented me with a few options for my next course of action. Her favorite suggestion was that if I hadn't heard from him by Friday that I should call and ask him to dinner. She reasoned that with his personality and confidence, he was probably used to being the aggressor in any relationship and if I asked, it might be different. This went along with my theory of why he liked me, so I decided to take her advice. Plus, it gave me a whole day to rehearse the phone call. Fortunately, since all the ones I practiced sounded incredibly lame, I didn't have to worry about it.

I left my office building the day after 'the kiss,' chatting with a co-worker as I did. Because we were in deep discussion about some important topic I'm sure, it took me a minute to notice the sleek black Mercedes parked at the curb. With the very handsome man leaning against it. I stopped mid-step and felt a smile spreading across my face. When she noticed I had stalled, Gretchen, my co-worker, stopped as well and took in the sight before us.

"Oh my," she breathed quietly. We weren't very close to him, but I appreciated her discretion. "Is he waiting for you?"

Harvey flashed a grin our direction, giving the impression he knew we were discussing him. I couldn't decide if it annoyed me that he always looked like he knew what I was thinking or if it was just plain hot. "Yeah, I think so."

"You are a lucky, lucky girl, my dear," she answered, still basically whispering. "That man is sex on legs." She gave me a wicked smile. "You have fun tonight," she said as she walked towards the subway entrance.

I approached Harvey slowly, in an effort to get my breathing and heart-rate under control. "Am I in trouble?" I asked as I drew even with him. "'Cause I don't remember being late on any assignment you gave me, Mr. Specter."

Harvey rolled his eyes and opened the car door. "If that were the case, do you think I would have been waiting, patiently I might add, out here for you?"

I stepped towards the car, shook my head and answered, "No, you probably would have stormed into my office and yelled at me until I finished whatever it was."

"I don't yell, but you're right, I would have been in your office. Now if you don't have any further questions or plans this evening, we have reservations for dinner, Ms. Walker."

"I suppose I can go." I slid into the backseat, trying to act like I was escorted to dinner by gorgeous men in luxurious vehicles all the time. Inside I was jumping up and down like a teenage girl at a Bieber concert. The driver, who Harvey called Ray, pulled away from the sidewalk as we chatted about work and our days all the way to the restaurant. I noticed that while my initial reaction was still pretty fangirl-ish anytime I saw him, I was getting more and more comfortable talking to him. I was beginning to consider him a friend and somewhere in my mind, I knew how dangerous that could be.

The restaurant was a small and quaint, not the upscale, expensive place that I expected. I was glad; I wanted to enjoy the evening and not be worried about whether I was using the correct fork. The hostess led us to secluded table in the back, away from the few other couples dining. Harvey ordered wine for us and the waitress brought breadsticks. As I munched away, he told me about his latest case, in very generic terms with no specific details. We talked about whatever came to mind, at least I did, until our food arrived. It was delicious and the company was fantastic. Harvey had a great sense of humor, even if he did occasionally laugh at me, and seemed to genuinely listen to my opinions. All in all, I was thoroughly charmed and in deeper like than I had been before.

We lingered over the last of the bottle of wine. I wasn't ready for the evening to end and as I glanced at my watch, I saw it was only 9:00. Harvey saw me check the time and asked, humor in his voice, "Is it getting close to your bed time again, Cinderella?"

I frowned in what I hoped was a playful manner, trying to keep from smiling at him. "Not quite. Actually I was thinking that it's still early." I immediately bit my tongue in frustration. Wow, why didn't I just flip on the 'I'm really, really into you' neon sign? I hazarded a glance at Harvey to see if he appeared taken aback or freaked out or ready to run away after my comment. What I saw caused me to do that horribly girly, breath catching in the throat thing again. His eyes had darkened again and the corners of his mouth turned up into that captivating smile that kinda melted me.

"Well if it's not too late then, would you like to get a drink at my place?" he offered quietly.

Before I knew what I saying, I replied, "You want to show me your etchings?"

Harvey chuckled as I chastised myself for speaking before thinking. "You think I need etchings?" while he said it in jest, I knew he was partially serious. I was sure most women would jump at the chance to see Harvey Specter's inner sanctum. And as much as I wanted to say yes, I wasn't used to this sort of thing. I knew that going to his place didn't signify that anything would happen, but with the strength of my attraction to him continuing to grow exponentially, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to say no to the 'etchings' if offered. Again, he showed his ability to know what I was thinking when he added, "Just a drink, Maddy."

His use of my name solved my problem. "Yes, I'd like that."

A few minutes later, we were back in the Mercedes, winding through the dark New York streets. We were there in about ten minutes and I quickly noticed that Harvey lived in a much nicer area of the city than I did. I shouldn't have been surprised; I had heard rumors of how much Pearson Hardman and particularly Harvey charged, but seeing the evidence of it made me a little nervous. Just one more tangible example of how different we were. But those worries disappeared when he escorted me into his building. Instead of placing his hand at the small of my back like he had the night before, he slid it to rest practically on my hip. I sighed and told myself to calm down.

We rode in a private elevator to one of the top floors of the building and entered his apartment. I almost gasped out loud. His place was beautiful, with windows everywhere I looked. It was handsomely furnished and fit him perfectly. He poured us drinks as I wandered around, checking out the view of the city and his stuff.

"Your place is amazing," I finally said, as he handed me a glass. "And it suits you."

He smirked, "So you think I'm amazing?"

I rolled my eyes before I could control myself. "That is not what I said. And you should see someone about that self-esteem problem you have." He laughed again and we sat down on the extremely comfortable couch. Like before, we talked about a variety of subjects, but there was an undercurrent of something flowing through our conversation. I knew that if I wanted, I could stay the night. I just had to decide what if I wanted.

I excused myself to use the restroom after a couple of drinks. I confess, I was extremely nosy and snuck a peek into his bedroom after I was finished. Then, I did a little more than sneak a peek as I was drawn to the view. I entered his room and opened the glass door to the balcony quietly and walked out to the railing. I could see for miles it seemed and the scene was entrancing. The air was slightly cool and I knew that I could stand out here for hours watching the cars and lights. It was the most beautiful view of the city I had ever seen. I was so wrapped up in the sight in front of me that I didn't hear him approach.

"This is what sold me on the place," he explained. I jumped slightly, a little embarrassed at being caught somewhere that I wasn't technically invited. He must not have cared, because he strolled out on the balcony with me, standing close enough to me that our shoulders were touching. He leaned against the railing, turning his body to where he could see me and the city at the same time.

"I can see why," I answered. "And sorry, I shouldn't have come out here without you."

He smiled. "It's okay. I'm glad to see my trap still works." Yeah, like he needed a trap.

I laughed a little, then bit my lip as I realized what time it was. "I should get going." I was beginning to sound like a broken record around this man.

"Or," he drawled. He trailed one finger across the top of my hand where it rested on the railing. He then wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me closer to him. "You could stay." His voice was deeper and incredibly seductive. I stifled a sigh and started to speak.

"Harvey," I began, but before I could say anything else, I was cut off by his lips on mine. Like the night before, his kiss was thorough and drugging, erasing all thoughts of anything but him. And since we weren't on a public street, he was a little more forceful and persuasive, using the hand that had found its way to my neck to tug my hair gently. My head automatically tilted back, giving his talented tongue better access to my mouth. I decided to not play the bystander and I wound my arms around his neck, trying to bring him closer. He groaned when I did this, the first sign that what was happening between us was affecting him as well.

He slowly ended the kiss, teeth worrying my bottom lip as he did, something I secretly loved. Before I could put up the token protest I had planned, he brushed my hair off my shoulder and then cupped my cheek gently. "Stay, Maddy," he said. While it was somewhat of a command, I still knew it was a request. I nodded and was immediately swept into another passionate kiss. When this one ended, we had somehow moved closer to the door and my hands had finally mussed his perfect hair. He smiled and stepped away from me. He took my hand and led me back inside. "C'mon Cinderella, let me show you my etchings." I sighed; he might not be Prince Charming, but this was going to be one hell of a night.

TBC