A/N: Inspired by my need to explore Donna's fashion sense.

Warning: Not really a trigger warning and not really sure it needs it but theres a slight theme of sexual objectification of Donna Paulsen in this one... because she's hot. And this is Harvey's p.o.v and lets be honest he's probably 60% hornier than my description is.

Anyways, enjoy!


An Attractive Problem

Harvey felt like there was something wrong with him. Truly, he felt like he was losing his mind a little bit. And it was Donna Goddamn Paulsen's fault.

He wasn't sure if it was all in his testosterone-pimped out head, his 'patriarch-systematically abused' male sick mindset, as his ten year old niece would lovely coin the term, or if it was solely on her. His secretary turned one-time lover and best friend…

Maybe it was a mix of both.

But either Harvey's thoughts or Donna's actions were escalating to a real god damn problem. He was always attracted to her. He never really stopped being into her. But over the years thanks to time, prolonged exposure to her beauty, aging out of his pubescent early 20s, and a grueling work lifestyle that took over most of his time and energy, it dissipated to a low simmer. Donna Paulsen's attractiveness stopped being a huge distraction.

It helped that they evolved as well. Their relationship went from heavy flirtation between two attractive young people that eventually led to a night full of pent up attraction that exploded, to a relationship he cherished deeply. Whether he knew how or not, Harvey did love Donna and Donna loved him, he was sure of it. They were each other's closest confidants and that helped dim down the animal prowess he had towards her over the years.

Until it didn't.

Donna always knew how to use her wiley womanly ways to tease men, to tease him. She never batted down from a sassy rebuttal, was never one to shy away from a crass comment or crude dirty innuendo. She had one-liners that would make a grown man blush- a potty mouth and…innovative mindset that made Mike turn red as a tomato on more than one occasion when she toyed with him.

And she was confident. She never once shied away from her natural charisma or beauty. She used her beauty to lift her up, get whatever measly task she wanted done. She didn't just use it on simple minded sleazy men either, she was an equal opportunist. She'd rile up women in the same way arousing them either sexually or emotionally, using her demure and status in society regularly. She also had the bubbly personality of a sassy, gold hearted politician that could get away with murder, her hazel eyes and winning smile letting her escape the perturbed label of a fratboy.

She was a five foot nine redheaded beauty with taste. She knew her own self quite well. She knew what dresses to wear and what colors to shy away from. She knew that fashion wasn't about the clothes but how you present yourself to the outside world and unlike Harvey she never compromised on what that stood for. She may have upgraded her wardrobe over the years from $40 nice multipurpose fuzzy sweaters to $1,500 designer dresses but they both fit her like a glove, representing her "donna-ness", in a stylistic way that could be studied for a semester at FITM. Maybe it was her background in acting, letting her dip her toes in the range of characters and characteristics she could dress up as but always appreciate her true self under the disguise of it all. Harvey wasn't sure.

What he was sure of was that Donna was a tease. She always had been. And while he grew immune to a lot of it, he would always be susceptible to some of it as a cold-blooded man. But lately its been catastrophic.

She'd always worn dresses that screamed certain adjectives: Demure, rich, classy, pretty, happy, serious, flirty, solemn.

But lately the list has been sexy, fuckable, and drop dead stunning.

It wasn't the material or shape of the dresses per se- it was a mix of teasing cleavage with her knowing hazel eyes that followed his own with a glint.

It was the daring split that teased the line of appropriateness on her upper thigh paired with her pink stained smirk that dared him to say something.

It was her form fitting black dress with intricate angles and lines that made her curves stand out as she passed him a hot coffee knowingly, batting her innocent doe eyes while leaning in a pose that made her chest stand out, her legs seem endless, and Harvey's pants tighter, and his jaw clench harder. He'd send her a raised brow at the run of the mill secretarial duty that she managed to wrap in sex and domesticity all at once.

She never really said anything, never addressed it- ever. Which made it worse. It made Harvey think he was a full blown pervert because he seriously doubted anyone else went along throughout the day obsessing over every single move, word, and signal their coworker sent them.

He'd think about her wearing his favourite shade of emerald green and wonder if she knew, assume she did, and think about her thinking about him when she put the outfit on.

He'd wonder if she knew he was thinking dirty things about her sculpted ass when she wore her tight skirt dresses, and if she miraculously found herself in situations where she was bent over or if she had a harvey-bat signal. Because some days it seemed like every corner he turned he'd find her in a pose with her ass held high unnecessarily striking a yoga-like pose to show off her agile body.

If he had a client who thought the way he did the amount of times he did… he'd send their asses to therapy if not jail.

He thought of the day she wore this new black dress that was light and flirty with the skirt flowing airly and flourishing on the bottom, unlike her usual tightly cinched skirts that wrapped around showcasing her curves deliciously- no this one would give him easy access and his mind reeled at all the possibilities.

She moved her legs in that one swiftly, confidently, quickly. Her skirt fluttered around her swaying along her, proving his point.

That his palm could easily grab her wrist and ascend downwards till he was grazing her legs, rest at her waist from underneath the dress, grab her underwear and snap it off in one quick move- was a thought that could not escape him for the rest of the evening.

One day she came to work with a dress he really should've reported to HR, and he knew it wasn't his fault that this was purely Donna, definitely teasing his restraint, his promise to put the one night they shared out of his mind as she came back from her short-term firing with a dress that barely covered her breasts. Her boobs pushed up with an abundance of cleavage practically overflowing her top- like her breasts were caged in and trying to get out and Harvey's mouth watered as she walked into her cubicle and his pants felt tighter and he exhaled slowly as he clenched his jaw trying to calm down- that day he was sure she chose her outfit as punishment for him. Some sick perverse punishment for what had gone down recently. She may have said I forgive you but her smug brow, her pursed lips, and her tight midnight emerald dress screamed fuck you- if not fuck me.

He had confirmation it wasn't just him looking at her like a sex object when Mike came down to visit his office, his neck doing a 360 to keep his eyes glued on his secretary and he stumbled into Harvey's clear glass door, a loud 'oomph' as he nearly fell and hit his forehead escaping his mouth.

Mike stumbled over his legs grasping the pile of files that nearly slipped and fell out of his arms. "Sorry- I uh- sorry. Wow." Mike inadvertently directed his apology to Donna,(more specifically her boobs) his eyes still staring at her chest as Donna was speaking on the phone not paying attention to him as she belittled someone through it, correcting the mistakes Cameron her now defunct predecessor had made.

Mike kept staring as he pretended to fix his files for what was exactly 5 seconds but to Harvey felt like 2 minutes.

"Mike!" He yelled loudly, sick of his drooling associate looking at Donna like she was something to ogle.

Mike snapped out of his trance as Donna turned around shooting him a puzzled frown as to why he was standing there like a lost idiot before she diverted her attention back to the phone.

"Sorry!" Mike hastily apologized as he walked into Harvey's office.

"I know I shouldn't say this but I mean.. Wow." Mike superficially whispered out loud his eyes widening in reference to the redhead's outfit.

"I mean how are you even getting anything done?"

Harvey rolled his eyes, shaking his head at his associate's crude comment. "Are we in a frat? Because I didn't realize this was your initiation into Omega Assholes."

Mike flushed red in embarrassment, "I know that was totally unprofessional. But c'mon even your blind as a bat head can't deny this right?"

"Deny what?" Harvey mumbled faking disinterest as he looked down into the folder in between his hands.

He was keenly aware of the fact Donna's phone call was bound to end soon and her ears would pick up on this conversation.

"Yeah right, ok Harvey." Mike snorted at Harvey's half-assed acting. "C'mon just admit it!"

"Admit what mike?" Mike cocked his head to the side, rolling his eyes at his boss's denial as Harvey sent him a raised brow back. "Like I said, this isn't college, we're not in a frat, and we've got some work to do. So sit your ass down and tell me what you found on the Dobberman case."

Mike sighed as he sat down shaking his head at Harvey not willing to admit Donna looked hot today, as he organized his files to start his presentation, Mike looked back up to Harvey and saw him sneak a quick glance at Donna behind him and Mike smirked slyly to himself.

Yeah, Harvey was sure now that it wasn't just in his head.

Except sometimes it definitely was just him because the day Donna came into work after-hours, in a simple pair of baggy jeans and white fitted t-shirt, simply to grab a bag she forgot there, Harvey's eyes trailed over her body one to many times and he felt his heart flutter wildly at this glimpse of casual donna he never got to see. And there was definitely nothing note-wrothy on her outfit. It was simple, it covered everything up, there was nothing salacious about her clothes, but still Harvey had to force his body to calm down.

Harvey looked at her red strands tied loosely in a limp ponytail, her eyes stripped away from any makeup, her lips naturally colored as she waved to Harvey from her cubicle.

He still pictured grabbing her waist and turning her towards him, still imagined undoing her ponytail, running his hands into her silky red strands, sinking his greedy fingers into them, then caressing her jaw, taking in how ethereal she looked when she was natural and bare to him, a more vulnerable side to her then he'd ever been allowed to see in all these years. He thought of her legs encased in jeans wrapping around him, how he'd undo her button and slip them down and how she'd moan as he finally-

"Night Harvey."

Harvey snapped out of his stance as he realized she was walking away from him. "Night." He hoarsely grated the words out, sighing as he closed his eyes tightly, shaking the feeling of arousal and frustration out of him.

Yeah, Donna Paulsen was gonna be the death of him.