Today was Donna's day off. She had nothing planned for today. She had no shootings, interviews, meetings, none. Rachel was busy with her new book so she couldn't invite her to go shopping. Louis is off somewhere having meetings plus it would be weird hanging out with your manager.

So out of boredom, she went to this bar she and Rachel discovered years ago. This is where celebrities like her would hang out, it was a secret bar after all. She wanted to go outside, and get wasted, even if Louis said no since it was already dark outside, she went anyway. She wanted to forget about what happened two nights ago. It was a moment of weakness for both of them. A secret no one should know about.

Surprisingly, none of her bodyguards stopped her, not even Harvey. They must've sensed that she really needed this time away. It took some time to persuade them to not follow her inside. She wanted to be alone. If ever trouble came around, Stephen and Harvey were outside the bar anyway.

Donna signaled the waiter for another glass of scotch. This was her third? Or was it her fourth drink? All she could figure out was that she was clearly drunk. She observed the bar and noticed a lot of people were there tonight.

Every now and then, someone would come up to her and say hi. They wanted to take a picture with her but the bar has a strict rule when it comes to people like her. No pictures. Donna would have small talk with them to make it up to them.

The DJ was now playing something upbeat. Everyone stood up and went for the dancefloor. Donna usually wouldn't join the crowd. She liked sitting down in her booth, observing the people dancing. But since she was drunk enough to think straight, she went there.

She started dancing with them. When people figured out it was her, they gave her some space and encouraged her. She was so caught up in the moment that she couldn't stop herself from what she did next.

Donna was now on top of one of the table tops. She didn't know what possessed her to do such a thing but she liked it. She loved the attention everyone was giving her. The crowd screamed in delight when she danced and danced.

She danced to get Harvey out of her system. She danced to forget about her forbidden feelings for him. She danced to let him notice her. She wanted him to notice her.

She continued dancing, shaking her hips to the beat of the song and rolling her body. She was enjoying herself when she felt someone grabbing her arm. She was about to tell the guy to piss off but smiled when it was none other than Harvey Specter.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Harvey snarled at her, trying not to scream at her for being like this. Donna smirked and continued dancing on the tabletop, clearly drunk, not giving a damn about him anymore.

"Relax, Specter! It's a secluded bar, no one would snap a pic and send it to the press," she told him, brushing him off. But based on how everyone was hyping her up using their phone's flashlights, that might not be entirely true.

Harvey stared at her in disbelief. She was seriously drunk. He needed to get her out of there.

"Miss Paulsen. I need you to get off of there now."

"And if I don't?"

"Don't test me."

"Try me," she dared, now taking her heels off so she could properly dance. The DJ suddenly changed the music to something more intimate, more sexy. Donna looked at Harvey, grinning at him. Harvey realized what she was about to do, and he won't allow it to happen.

He had no other choice but to grab her by the waist and carry her off the tabletop before she could do something that would cause a scandal. He also made sure to grab her heels because he knew she was going to complain about it later. Everyone started to "boo" him when he walked away but he didn't care.

He carried her all the way outside towards the parking lot right across the corner. He thanked her training and workouts for being able to carry her because she was not making it easy for him as she was constantly punching him to put her down.

"Put me down, you idiot! I was having fun down there and you ruined it! Why are you such a killjoy!" Donna said, a little loud indicating she had consumed some alcohol. If it were daytime, she would draw attention. She was lucky it was a secret bar, there were no people outside. It would be the talk of the town if they could see her being carried by her bodyguard.

"If you don't want people to see you, I suggest you tone it down," Harvey told her coldly.

"Harvey, put me down."

"Not until we reach your car."

"I can walk!"

"You cannot."

"You're fired," she said, knowing that would do the trick. Harvey stopped walking, bringing her down. She hissed as she felt the cold surface of the road, realizing she was barefoot. Before she could say anything to Harvey, he was down on one knee, trying to put her shoes on.

"Give me your foot," he instructed, which she followed right away because she was too drunk to think of a witty remark. Once he was done with one foot, she lifted her other so he could fit the other as well. At that moment, she felt like Cinderella. Like her prince charming was making her shoe fit to determine if she was the one. But this was no fairytale.

He stood up when he was done. "Thank you," she thanked him quietly.

"Had to do one last thing for you. You fired me."

"I'm hiring you again," she quickly said. She saw a smile creeping into his face but stopped himself. She rolled her eyes. Always the cold one.

"You shouldn't have done that," he said. She shrugged in response. "I'm serious, Donna. If I hadn't gone inside, you would've been taken advantage of. Someone would've taken you home right there and then and I wouldn't know about it. You would've been hurt."

She let his slip out of her first name slide because the other part of the monologue was more interesting."

"Are you jealous, Harvey? Jealous that I might sleep with someone tonight?"

"Please, I don't care who you take home tonight. My job is to protect you. You can sleep with whoever you like, just not when you're drunk," he said so casually, but Donna was no fool. Drunk or not, she heard the hint of jealousy in his tone.

"Admit it, Harvey. The idea of me going home with someone else tonight bothers you."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You come up with conclusions fast."

"Oh please, it's obvious. Two nights ago, you basically told me you like me. Now that I tried to be reckless enough, you hated it," she started.

"Miss Paulsen," he gave her a warning to stop talking.

Donna ignored him. "You told me it was a bad idea to go inside but I did it anyway and it drove you crazy. You don't want me with someone else. I might be your boss but I know you'd want things to change. Because honestly? I'd want it too. But since you shut me down, I have to move on. I can find another man to—-"

She couldn't finish what she was about to say because she felt Harvey's lips against hers. His hand was now on her cheek, the other on her waist. She must be dreaming. There was no way this was real. Right before she wanted to kiss him back, he let go but didn't step back.

"What was that for?" she asked, her breathing uneven.

"I needed to shut you up," he said, now pulling away. Donna almost groaned at the loss of contact. She didn't want him to let go. "Come on, now. We need to get you home."

Still hasn't processed what the hell happened, she followed Harvey's orders. He grabbed her hand and led the way. She ignored the electric feeling she felt when he held her. She ignored it because this can't happen. It just can't.

They walked for a few more blocks until they saw Stephen standing outside the car. Harvey nodded at him, Stephen nodded back and opened the car door. He let go of Donna's hand and let her in. As Harvey was about to close the door, Donna stopped him.

"Don't think I would forget this night happened," she told him. "We're not done here."

Harvey cocked his head to the side in amusement. "Is that a threat, Miss Paulsen?"

"Just shut up and take me home," she dismissed him, closing the door.

Getting drunk was a bad idea. Letting Harvey kiss her was a mistake. One delicious mistake.