They never talked about it. Once Donna fixed herself and tried the other dresses, they never said a single thing to each other. Both in a silent understanding that it was only a one-time thing, to relieve the tension between them.

Now, she was getting ready for the movie premiere. She chose the black satin dress with a slit just right above her right knee. It had no prints or whatever, just a simple, elegant, black dress.

Donna heard a knock on her door and turned around to see who it was. It was Rachel with Mike behind her. "There's our movie star!" Rachel beamed at her. Donna smiled at her compliment.

"Hey Rach, you look amazing! You too Mike," she said, shifting her attention from her best friend to her boyfriend. "Not as amazing as you are, Donna. Are you ready? The red carpet starts in five."

Donna nodded in response. "Yup, let me do a quick retouch then we can go," she said and went to her vanity mirror. She observed herself and took a deep breath. It's time to show the world the legendary Donna Paulsen. She thought.

The three of them went out of Donna's dressing room to prepare for the red carpet. Before Donna proceeded to leave, she glanced at Harvey who was looking straight ahead. She looked around and saw Mike and Rachel walking ahead, not realizing she wasn't behind them. She took this opportunity to go near him, she didn't care if Stephen found out.

"We have to talk," she whispered. It took Harvey a few seconds to reply.

"What's there to talk?"

"Oh come on, Harvey."

"Not now. You have a red carpet to attend," he dismissed her. They stared at each other for a long time before Donna gave in. "Fine, we'll talk later," she said then caught up to Mike and Rachel.

There are many more important things to worry about.

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"Remind me again, why I chose this career?" Mike asked once they were off the red carpet. Donna laughed at him, "It pays the bills." Mike shook her head in joy. "I think I need to close my eyes for a moment. Those flashes are going to make me blind."

"I'll be at the restroom. I need to retouch," she tells him then walking towards the restroom. Stephen and Harvey were following behind her, but she only wanted one of them. So she thought of something quickly to get rid of Stephen.

She stopped walking and turned around with a sweet fake smile. "Stephen? Could you please find or call Louis? I need to tell him something," she requested, knowing Louis was probably in a deep conversation with other managers backstage. Stephen nodded then turned away in the opposite direction to follow Donna's orders leaving her and Harvey alone.

Donna saw Harvey raise his eyebrow in confusion. "Follow me," she whispered and proceeded to the restroom. Harvey had no choice but to follow her commands even if he knew what she was up to. This was really a bad idea.

When they both were inside the restroom, Donna checked the stalls and hallways to make sure no one was there before closing and locking the door. She looked at Harvey to see any reaction from him but he was still in his bodyguard persona which annoyed her a lot.

"Are we going to pretend nothing happened between us?" Donna broke the silence. Harvey said nothing but he was already looking at her. She was losing her patience with him. "Harvey, please."

"That wasn't supposed to happen, Donna," he said, avoiding her gaze. He dropped their formalities, showing her his vulnerable side.

"But it did happen, Harvey. It happened and I know you feel something. I know something changed between us. Please don't say it was a mistake because we were both sober that day. We weren't under the influence of any alcohol. It was bound to happen anyway."

Donna took a step forward to him. He took a step back to keep a distance between them because he couldn't stop himself if she was too close. But Donna didn't stop walking. She went closer until Harvey couldn't take a step back anymore and his back hit the wall.

"Donna," he said in a warning tone but that didn't stop her. She leaned forward, their noses brushing, lips barely touching. When Harvey didn't look away, that gave Donna the courage to reach for the nape of his neck.

"Miss Paulsen, this can't happen," he said one more time, bringing back their formal greetings.

"Why not?" Donna whispered, playing with the strands of his hair. It was taking all of his strength to not kiss her right there and then. He wants to stop this before everything is too late but she was making it difficult.

"I'm your bodyguard."

"I could fire you."

"On what grounds?"

"For not being able to be mine," Donna straight up said. She sounded crazy, yes. But having tasted what Harvey Specter could give her, she's not letting him go easily.

He took a deep breath and found her lips against his. She was way too irresistible to stop himself. Consequences be damned. They'll deal with that later. Right now, they needed to blow off some steam.

Donna moaned when he finally kissed her. She smiled against his lips in victory. Her hands were on him instantly, trying to get him off of his bodyguard suit. He placed his hands on either side of her head, "What are you doing to me, Donna?", he said before capturing her lips once again.

His words were enough to be like what she needed because she couldn't feel her legs anymore. Suddenly, being close to each other wasn't enough. They were both aware that they didn't have much time, as Donna was supposed to be retouching her makeup rather than messing it up.

She swiftly undid the belt of his pants and he quickly lifted he off her feet and forcefully pushed her back against a stall door.

"Fuck me, Harvey."

That was all it took for him to lift up her black dress and remind her who had the upper hand during these moments as he made his way to her entrance. Even for a short time, he wants to claim her as his even if it could never happen.

"Tell me, Donna," he demanded, attacking her neck with kisses. She let out a deep moan as he drove her insane by hitting her G-spot over and over. "Tell me I drive you crazy as much as you drive me crazy just by being close to you," he hissed, his teeth sinking into her neck's pulse.

With difficulty, she managed to speak, "Fuck yes you do."

"What was that?"

"You drive me crazy, Harvey, fuck you make me feel insane."

He smirked against her skin and put her feet back on the floor which made her groan in frustration, "What are you doing?" He then quickly turned her around which made her push her hands against the stall door to prevent it from hitting her face.

Oh.

She held the stall door's handle, thankful it was long enough to hold on to as he bent her forward, then closed her eyes as he entered her from behind. With every powerful thrust that made her scream louder, he created a ferocious rhythm and his eyes were full of lust. As if it didn't matter that they were in a public place and might be discovered if anyone went to the restroom.

On the other hand, perhaps that's why it was so hot. The possibility of getting caught. An actress and her bodyguard fucking in a restroom stall? How scandalous.

Her climax flowed over her body and she milked his cock, causing a loud tearless cry to pulse through her body and a deep back arch. He sped up and slammed into her with a determined force, ordering her to stay with him.

"Harvey, fuck!" she screamed, knowing that her climax has left her legs weak, but she wasn't going to give up on him. "Cum in me," she urged him as she began to wildly match his thrusts. With a mixture of her own climax and precum gleaming on his shaft, he watched her ass bounced back onto his rigid dick.

"Fuck," he moaned, his body becoming stiff. He lurched forward and buried his dick deep into her walls, then gave into his own orgasm and filled her completely.

As he rode out his climax, he gently pulled out with a soft pop, and Donna began lowering her dress. They exchanged a mischievous glance before Harvey headed for the restroom door like nothing dirty just happened.

She instantly stopped him and pulled him back quickly. "Meet me at my place after the premiere. Don't think we're done here, Specter," she said and he nodded, advancing to the door to open it for her.

Still a gentleman. Donna thought and internally rolled her eyes.

What mess did they put themselves in?