Power & Control (Harvey Specter fanfiction)

Chapter 33

30 minutes on the dot and Harvey called me to come down, he had Ray on call that night obviously which meant he probably was planning on drinking...interesting, I thought to myself.

"On time" I said as I entered the car. Since the night was a little cold I decided to wear the black coat from earlier over my dress for the night, I wanted a good reveal moment when we were at the club.

"Always" was the only thing Harvey said before instructing Ray on the place we were going to

When we arrived, Camille was already there with her boyfriend, the club owner I had met some time ago, they were waiting for us reserving a table.

"Congratulations!!!" Camille almost jumped up on me as we got closer

"Thank you" she offered me a glass of some kind of brown liquor and without questioning it I downed it "damn girl you didn't come to play tonight"

"Told you I want to get drunk and celebrate" I had to almost scream to speak above the music. It was salsa night and it couldn't fit my mood more perfectly

Harvey said hi to Camille and Brian and sat down next to Brian on the big leather couch. They started talking I assumed about business since after all, Brian was one of Harvey's clients. The atmosphere at the club started heating up and I finally stood up to take off my black coat. Underneath, it revealed a red velvet dress with spaghetti straps that hit right above my knees, you might think it was a little conservative but the plunging neckline revealing my cleavage said otherwise and the back was pretty exposed aside from a couple of strings that criss crossed between each other. The stunning red number was perfectly paired with black stilettos only the sluttiest I could find in my closet. I wanted to make an impression that night, show off and feel great about myself and I think my outfit of choice did just the trick. 

"Amelia" Camille opened her mouth and stood next to me, holding my hand and twirling me around 

"Oh just something a threw on not really thinking" I joked 

"Someone wants to get laid tonight" I laughed she didn't bother to say that part quietly so anyone that was paying attention could probably hear, not that it mattered since the music was so loud, she let go of my hand, poured two big shots of tequila and handed one to me

"You know tequila is lethal for me, right?"

"How could I forget that night in Cabo" she smiled devilishly "to you" we raised our glasses and downed the shot and before I could put the glass down on the low table she yanked my arm towards the dance floor

We started dancing, the music was blasting in my ears and the voice of Celia Cruz was the only thing on my mind, after my last two drinks I was starting to feel the buzz in my head. Camille and I were twirling and moving our hips to the rhythm when  I saw a pair of manly hands grab her by the waist and turn her around. She immediately saw it was Brian but before I could see them dancing I felt a familiar touch on my lower back. I turned my head just slightly over my shoulder to make sure it was in fact Harvey and was met by his soft and hot breath. I kept dancing and looking ahead and he wrapped his hands tighter around me bringing me back to his chest. I knew how to play this game and was about to master it. 

His hands were fixed on my hips swaying with me from side to side. At first my hands were on top of his but after a couple of songs I used them to brush all my hair to the side of my neck exposing more skin to Harvey and making me feel his breath right on my skin. We kept dancing in that same position for 3 or 4 more songs and as the time progressed I swayed my hips deeper and deeper into him and I could start feeling the effect my backside was having on him , his left hand stayed on my hip while his right hand started traveling through my form. He caressed my thighs, ran his fingers along my side and finally he dangerously trailed the plunging neckline to my dress. He didn't touch my skin but somehow it burned wherever he touched. Without me noticing my left hand had interlaced with his and my right one was above my head freely. Suddenly he grabbed my right hand and retraced my whole body again, only this time I was doing the touching and he was guiding me. I felt his breath get heavier and heavier on my skin and without warning he placed his lips on my shoulder sending a shiver down my spine. It started as a soft touch against my skin but it turned hungrier and more aggressive by the second, in an instant his lips left my skin and whispered in my ear.

"How am I doing keeping up with you so far?" as soon as he finished the question his hands turned me to face him I instinctively grabbed onto his arms as I was trying not to lose my balance he looked me straight on, his eyes were almost black and he had a wild expression

"I'm just getting started" I moved my hands towards his chest, he was wearing a white dress shirt  with a few buttons open, with black dress pants. He looks so fucking good  I thought to myself. I pressed myself to him, feeling how his hands helped me by pressing on my lower back I moved my hands slightly up his chest and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt I was planning on bringing my face closer to his but my move made things easier for me and all I had to do was pull for our faces to be merely inches apart "let's get a drink" without warning I let him go and walked away towards our table. He was behind me as I served 2 shots of tequila for us since Brian and Camille were somewhere lost in the crowd. I handed him one and got a lime off the little dish on the table preparing to down the shot. 

"Slow down" he said as he lowered the glass from my lips "I want to make a toast"

"Well go right ahead I'm never saying no to a toast about me"

"To signing impossible clients and keeping up with you" we clinked our glasses and downed the brown liquor 

"We'll see about the keeping up with me part" I grabbed his hands placed them on my hips and started dancing once again this time we stayed next to our table where the dancing area was more private we danced for a little over an hour and to the spectator it probably looked like we were doing more than just dancing.