Money Bunny

Eight

Harvey

It was the next day and I couldn't stop thinking about her. Those heels, those tan legs, and her hair... I'd love to just wrap my fist around it.

I had decided to head back to Pink Kitty's Lounge in hopes of seeing her. I needed to apologize. And I, Harvey Specter was a man of very few apologies.

I love being a stripper. I love having the eyes of every man who walks in here glued to my body. I love having money thrown at me. And I love it when I get to take the man of my choosing back behind these booths and reward him for his generosity. I replayed Money Bunny's little jab at me— god I wish I knew her real name. I imagined her taking her pick of the litter for the evening, leading them by the collar, then rewarding them with a little treat. My stomach churned.
These men were feral for her. I watched them lose it as she performed for them. It wasn't fair, and it bothered me. I needed it to be just us, her, me, and that pole. God I'd sell my soul to have her dance for me.

Once she was done for the night I grabbed a quick drink to give myself a bit of a kick before finding her.

I noticed she had walked out through the back and figured I could catch up with her in time.

That's when I saw that disgusting excuse of a man trying to take advantage of her. My blood boiled, my chest tightened, and the next thing I knew I was throwing him to the ground.

When she told me this had happened to her before I almost lost it.

My mind flew to Anna. If only I had been there to protect her...

It took everything in me not to run back out of the car and continue to beat the living shit out of him.

"Harvey?" Donna poked her head into my office.
I nodded her in. "Aaron Gregory is here to see you... he's brought his brother."

I cocked my head, "Okay... bring them in." I stood up from my desk as Aaron and his brother Jason walked in.

His brother was a tall man, taller than him. "Aaron," I offered Aaron a hand to shake, "and you must be Jason..." I pointed at his brother.
Jason only nodded.

"Thought I told you I'd reach out when I needed you," I furrowed my brows.

"I want you to represent the both of us, Harvey." Aaron sat down with a strong sense of entitlement in his eyes.

"some fucking bitch lawyer approached Jason yesterday, badgering him with all sorts of questions and accusations."

"Do you know who it was?" I sighed while taking a seat.

"Lorai Espinosa," Jason finally spoke, "Lee Kennedy."

"Lee Kennedy?" I shook my head, "we hardly ever interact with their firm, they usually don't take such high profile cases. You sure it was them?"

Jason nodded, "I looked her up. I'm sure."

I quickly typed away at my laptop and sure enough there she was. Lorai Espinosa. Jesus who is this woman? My eyes lingered for a moment.
"Right okay," I cleared my throat, "so what exactly did she say to you?"

"A bunch of bullshit," Jason shook his head, "thinks I played a part in Sofias murder."

I eyed him carefully. I was still hesitant about whether or not I thought these men were innocent.  "And what did you say?"

"Not shit!" Jason gripped the arm rest of his chair.

"Good," I stood up from my desk, "from now on you won't even stop by a hotdog stand that doesn't have me behind it, understand?"

They both nodded.

"I'll handle Miss. Espinosa, but in the mean time you two need to keep a low profile."

~

I visited this side of the city quite frequently, but never had I once stepped inside Lee Kennedy.

"Harvey Specter, Pearson Specter" I introduced myself to the secretary, "I'm looking to speak to a...Lorai Espinosa?"

"Sean, I'm going to need you to make some calls for me," a woman's voice came from behind me. She stopped dead in her tracks as soon as she met my eyes. "And...who are you?" She straightened herself.

"Harvey Specter," I said slowly. Something about her seemed weirdly familiar. "I'm sorry, have we met?"

She looked me up and down, "no I don't think so." She continued her walk into her office.

"Sophomore Associate with her own secretary?" I followed her in, taking a moment to look at her door, "reminds me of when I left the DA's office—"

"I'm terribly busy Mr. Specter," she cut me off, "so if you don't have anything important to say, I'd appreciate it if you took your Tom Fords," she glanced at my shoes, "and got the hell out of my office."

I peered my eyes at her. I didn't appreciate her attitude. "Listen, I'm here to warn you that if you ever badger my clients again...I will make this case a living hell for you."

"Now, what are you talking about?" She rested her hands on her hips, staring at me intensely. If it wasn't because she was so short, I'd probably be a little scared of her.

"Aaron and Jason Gregory, I'm representing them."

The corner of her mouth twitched. "I see."

"Let this be a final warning to you Miss. Espinosa, because you're in way over your head." I turned my back to leave but she stopped me.

"Mr. Specter," I slowly turned back around as she walked around her desk. She stalked towards me, lowered her voice, and pressed her index finger against my chest, "you are not going to barge in here and threaten me. And If I were you I'd be very careful about how you choose to approach me and this case, because I will absolutely destroy you."

"Do you know who I am?" I scoffed, quirking my head at her.

"I don't need to and I don't care," she smiled, "I know your type, and I've dealt with plenty of you before." Her big brown eyes dug holes deep into my own. She was dangerously close and I could smell a hint of her sweet perfume. Coconut? Vanilla? I almost wished we were meeting under different circumstances. She was gorgeous.

I had to quickly regain my composure. "No, Miss. Espinosa, you haven't," I turned away to walk off, "and you'll be hearing from me soon."

"Can't wait," she chirped behind me.

God, she's lucky she's hot.