Summary:
Donna and Harvey have a chat about her choice of attire.
Prompt: "are you wearing my shirt?"
A/N:
Thanks Ruth for the prompt. This one made my day. I just love it, and the idea of Donna wearing his shirt to work!
Harvey wasn't late to work, per se—but he wasn't on time either. He smirked to himself at the reason why he was arriving an hour later than usual.
He had a late night.
The elevator doors opened and when he stepped out, Gretchen was there to greet him. "Morning, Mr. Specter. You have an 8:00 am waiting in your office."
She handed him a coffee and a bagel.
"Shit, Gretchen, why didn't—" He stopped himself when he saw the look she was giving him. He accepted the coffee and bagel with a smile and made his way toward his office.
He passed Donna's office. Empty.
A big grin cemented across his face. "Someone didn't get enough sleep last night," he said under his breath.
He rounded the corner to his office:
Legs.
Black fitted skirt.
Fiery red hair.
Shit, she beat him in.
"Harvey! I was wondering when you would make it in this morning."
It was Donna who wore the big grin now.
He rolled his eyes, "How did you beat me?"
Donna was sitting on his couch; her long, gorgeous legs were only covered from the knee up in a black fitted skirt. A skirt he was pretty sure she was wearing yesterday (he should know, he had the pleasure of taking it off last night).
He smiled at the memory.
"What are you thinking about, Mr. Specter?"
Goddamnit, she was a tease.
Harvey squinted his eyes in suspicion. He walked to his desk and, taking a seat, continued to eye her up and down. She had a white button down shirt tied tightly around her waist. And then it hit him—a set of monogrammed letters peaked out over the rolled sleeves.
"Wait a minute! That's cheating. You didn't go home this morning; you came straight to work!" He said it rather loudly.
Donna stood, and for a moment Harvey was distracted by her appearance.
Fuck, she looked good in his clothes.
Focus, Specter, focus.
"Harvey. Shhhhh, keep your voice down. Someone will hear you. And get the—"
"And get the… what ? Go on." He flashed her a cocky grin, waving his hand for her to continue.
Donna huffed, "You're an idiot. And I wasn't cheating; I was improvising."
Her hands were on her hips and Harvey had to adjust his tie.
"You need to leave," he told her.
"Okay Harvey. But just a reminder. I'm ahead by two."
Donna held two fingers up as she spoke, then teasingly covered her lips, blowing him a kiss as she turned around to leave his office.
And he swore her hips were swaying a little more than usual as she walked out.
He called out, "See you tonight."
It wasn't a question. It was a demand.
"Damn right, you will." Donna quipped back, closing the glass door behind her.