A/N: Well, I am back here. I thought this story needed more. Here's part 3 and it's not the end.

Enjoy!

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Donna looked stunning tonight in a black dress that hugged all the parts of her that he loved in private. Parts he had only seen on their one night together and he had never been able to expel them from his mind—not that he really wanted to.

On nights like these, when scotch and uncertainty pulsated through his veins, he had a hard time controlling his thoughts. He adjusted his bow tie as he continued to canvass the area, stopping only a few times to make the obligatory small talk.

It was Jessica's idea to host an evening with the partners to show their clients they were still operating at all cylinders after the Darby fiasco. Harvey wasn't keen on the idea, but he understood the reason behind it and it was working like a charm.

He wouldn't admit it out loud, but the night was proving to be a good distraction from another failed attempt at a relationship with Scottie. He wasn't even that upset about it. He was just annoyed that he couldn't fix it and make it work.

He ordered another scotch at the bar. Harvey didn't get drunk, but he did get buzzed. He knew his limit and he was reaching it.

The bartender handed him his drink and he turned to face the partygoers, leaning against the bar as he did so. His eyes immediately landed on Donna; he made sure she was never really far from his line of sight.

He watched her hips move underneath the luxurious fabric of her dress as she sauntered through the crowd. Donna was intoxicating tonight. That was always the problem; when he was with her—really with her—he was an addict.

He couldn't ever get enough, so the easiest thing was to keep her at arm's length.

For fear of what?

Falling in love with her—no, he had already done that.

Fear, yes.

But it was fear of losing her because he always lost the ones he loved and he couldn't stand the thought of losing Donna.

He sighed as he took a sip of his scotch, the warm liquid calming his thoughts.

He never took his eye off her and he watched her as she chatted with the usual suspects. Clients of his (who, by all accounts, liked her more than they liked him), clients of Louis's and an occasional partygoer he didn't recognize.

If he let himself act on his selfish desire, he really didn't want to share her tonight. He didn't particularly like watching her with other people—more specifically, other men.

He cleared his throat and adjusted himself against the bar, then turned to the bartender and ordered one more drink. He caught Donna's eye and smiled. She smiled back and his body suddenly felt warmer and more grounded.

He held up the two drinks, signaling with a nod toward the double doors in the back. She mouthed okay and from across the large ballroom, they both made their way toward the outside terrace.

Xxx

"Thanks, Harvey. I was getting tired of listening to Landry discuss his newest merger idea."

"Oh God, don't tell me," he replied as he handed her one of the drinks.

"You'll know soon enough," she giggled.

He smiled warmly, then raised his drink up in a toast. "New beginnings."

She mimicked his movement, holding her own glass in the air. "I'll drink to that," she said.

Then Harvey smiled that perfect smile that made her knees weak.

A clink, then twin sips, had them locking eyes over the rim of their glasses. She'd noticed him all night, watching her.

Donna was well aware that the proverbial line they established years ago was close to being crossed.

She squinted her eyes suspiciously, moving closer to her very handsome and sexy boss of over a decade.

"Harvey, what's going on?" She asked him. Because she knew damn well something was up.

She knew the man long enough to know when he was working his shit out. This week alone, he doubled up on gym time. Came to work earlier than her and ordered her flowers—twice—for her desk.

She suspected it had something to do with being simultaneously relieved that they ousted Darby from the firm and upset that he had once again failed at keeping Scottie as a girlfriend. Although Donna wasn't convinced that Scottie was entirely out of the picture.

She had decided against broaching the subject of Scottie with him. It wasn't the right time and if she was being honest, she was glad Scottie was out of his life for now.

A moment of awkward silence fell between them, and she watched from the corner of her eye as Harvey (with his free hand) rubbed his thumb along his fingers.

It was a nervous habit he exhibited early on and Donna was confident that she was the only one who had picked up on the idiosyncrasy.

She was startled out of her thoughts by a slight groan and a shrug from Harvey. She offered him a comforting smile, then Harvey tilted his head toward the indoor festivities.

"Hey," he said with a slightly higher register in his voice. "I love this song."

Harvey placed his drink on the banister, then extended his hand in an open gesture. "Dance with me." He might have meant to ask her, but it came out more like a directive (it didn't matter, though—not to her).

She scrunched her nose and with a much larger smile, she asked him.

"Here?"

"Here," he said confidently.

She giggled at his spontaneity. And her stomach swirled with butterflies as he gently pulled her into his body.

"You amaze me," she whispered into the space between them and he chuckled.

"It's you who amaze me, Donna." He said as he took one hand in his and the other hand settled at her waist. His touch caused her insides to melt.

The line was certainly being crossed and for this moment in time, she was content with letting it happen, if not only for the overwhelming feeling of being swept up in Harvey Specter's arms.

He easily led her across the large balcony floor and with each stride, her body fell more and more relaxed against his.

He pulled her in closer and it was the most they had touched in awhile and it made her head spin. The way her body reacted to him shouldn't be allowed—but here she was, feeling all sorts of things.

Her free hand was resting on his upper back and her chin grazed the inside of his shoulder as they moved together in tandem.

She inhaled his scent; it was inherently him and she had to remind herself to breathe. She would stay like this forever if she could, but she knew when it came to Harvey, things were complicated. and neither one of them did complicated well.

"So, are you going to tell me what's going on?"

She finally asked him, knowing it would break the spell they were both under. He pushed her out in a twirl and pulled her back in. She searched his face for an answer.

"Nothing." He said as a matter of fact. His dark chocolate brown eyes settled on hers.

But there was something, she thought to herself. She could feel it between them. It was familiar and strange at the same time and it was a feeling that was never really far from them. It was always just above the surface.

He held her gaze. "What?" He said it with a gruff dismissiveness that caused her to recoil from her thoughts.

"I don't believe you, Harvey. This isn't us. We don't dance like this together, and we certainly don't touch like this." Her eyes shifted to her waist, and the grip he had on her.

She pulled away, instantly regretting it.

Harvey sighed and rolled his eyes, then put his now-free hands in his pocket. His face was weary and carried the sting of rejection.

He spoke with indifference now. "It doesn't mean we—"

"Don't."

Shaking her head. She knew Harvey's default mode was kicking in and she didn't have the stomach to stick around and hear his excuses for why he wasn't willing to open up to her about his true feelings.

Harvey looked away briefly, and for a moment she saw vulnerability in him and she thought he might say something.

Something they both knew but never said out loud. But when he returned his gaze, the moment had passed.

Frustration trickling through her voice now. "Fine Harvey, don't open up! I have to go anyway. I'll see you in the office tomorrow."

She didn't stick around to wait for another response to their very intense and complicated relationship. Instead, she turned her back and made a beeline to the double doors.

Making a promise to herself that she'd never allow him to cross that line again. Knowing very well she'd never be able to keep it.

Xxx

He wasn't going to chase after her. After all, he was Harvey Specter and he didn't run after women but this was Donna and she was different.

"Goddamnit," he mumbled to himself then made his way inside.

Harvey circled the ballroom in search of her but she was nowhere to be found. He was about to give up, when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw her standing by the elevators. He took a deep breath and started his trek toward her.

Harvey made it just in time to slip through the closing doors of the elevator, surprising Donna as he did so.

"Harvey. What are you doing?" she asked him.

She looked bewildered as she placed one hand on her hip. Even Donna knew Harvey wasn't the type to run after people once they left him standing alone. It just wasn't what he did.

Until now.

The implications of his actions were not lost on him but at the moment, his mind was racing almost as quickly as his heart and he wasn't in the mood to psychoanalyze his behavior.

"I didn't like how we left things." He wasn't lying; he just wasn't sure if it was the entire reason he ran after her.

"Harvey, you could have texted me or told me tomorrow at work. Besides, we've done—" she didn't finish. She didn't have to; he knew what she was referencing. It was their one night together.

Through the years, he'd tried to erase it from his memory time and time again but that was easier said than done. Donna wasn't a woman who was easily forgettable, and he knew a thing or two about forgetting women.

"Donna."

"It's fine, Harvey. I think I'm just on edge with everything that's happened. I keep trying to relax but I'm not doing such a good job at it."

He nodded in understanding. And a big part of him wanted to scoop her up in his arms, but instead, he leaned against the mirrored wall, crossing his legs at the ankles.

A moment of silence settled between them before he sheepishly asked her, "So, where are we going?"

She giggled and shook her head. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

He teased a faint smile. "Of course, I know that, and you know that. But no one else knows that." He said it with the utmost confidence.

"Oh, they know it, Specter; they just don't say it because they are afraid of you."

She was smiling now and there was a hint of mischief behind her gaze that warmed his belly. He spent years trying to compartmentalize his feelings about her, but moments like these were proving difficult.

Donna's red hair splayed over one shoulder while her other shoulder lay bare. Her strapless dress dipped low in the front, revealing her exquisite neck and ample cleavage.

She was resting against the railing and her long leg—from the thigh down—peaked out of the high split in her dress.

He cleared his throat, trying to gain his wits about him, and he suddenly became very aware of the tie around his neck. She must have caught him staring because she cocked her head sideways, then bit her bottom lip and let out a slow breath.

Harvey shrugged his shoulders, "Can you blame me, I mean, you look—" It was hard to pay her a compliment, because, with Donna, he really meant it.

"Stunning. You look stunning."

Donna's cheeks turned crimson and her brown eyes sparkled when she looked up at him.

"Thanks, Harvey. I needed that."

Just then, the elevator door opened and Donna motioned for them to exit. Outside the elevator, he extended his bent arm and she slid her hand through It.

"Suite 706," she said and they walked in silence down the long hallway until they arrived at the door.

Donna dropped her arm and placed it on his lapel.

"Do you want to come in?" Her voice was low and it sent shockwaves to his groin.

Yes. Goddamnit, yes.

He wanted nothing more. But anxiety prevailed within him.

"I probably shouldn't," he told her.

They were standing close. Too close.

Then he asked her, "You're not?"

Donna looked up, her brow furrowed in confusion. "I'm not what, Harvey?" She asked and he was keenly aware of her hand still on his chest.

"Afraid of me."

His voice cracked when he said it.

Donna moved closer; her eyes reflecting over a decade of adoration in her stare and he suddenly forgot he'd turned down her invitation inside.

In fact, all he wanted to do was go inside.

"No, Harvey. I'm not afraid of you."

There was syrup in her voice now, and her eyes never left his when she said it. His hands found her waist and he gently pulled her closer. Her breath hitched and he watched as she licked her pink and very kissable lips.

"Donna."

He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him and how much he was afraid he would lose everything. But her name was all he could push past his mouth.

"Come inside, Harvey."

She turned around and he dropped his hands from her waist, instantly missing her body. She unlocked the door, then, stepping inside, held the door open for him.

Harvey had a decision to make. If he was honest with himself and with Donna, he'd go inside, but he had a bad habit of running from the truth when it came to his feelings for her.

"I better not," he said, instantly regretting it.

He took the easy way, and with a look of disappointment that made him want to fall to his knees, Donna nodded.

"Good night, Harvey."

She closed the door and left him standing outside her hotel room, suddenly, feeling very alone without her.