Donna watched as the new client's fingers trailed along Harvey's tie. Her blood boiled, but her face remained serene. Elia Cartwright was the only daughter of a multi billion dollar English business mogul. She was tall, intelligent, and had long red hair. Donna had fought this feeling many times, only this time the possessive rage was justified.
"Ah, a fellow ginger," she reached out a delicate pale hand, her posh accent annoying Donna. God! How pretentious.
She smiled, "Ella, right?"
"Elia," she arched a brow hearing the challenge in her voice.
"Right, my mistake," Donna smiled icily, " were you in need of our services, Ms. Cartwright?"
"I did have a matter to discuss, but I think Mr. Specter is more than capable of taking care of it."
"He is," Donna nodded carefully, " however, he is seeing to a few things of mine. His time is quite valuable and I doubt he'd be able to give your problem the right amount of attention. Perhaps Mr. Williams can be of service to you?"
Elia smiled, "Don't worry, I tried. He turned me down. I guess, he already had more than enough...ginger," she winked and walked away.
"Jealous much?" Harvey whispered behind her. She shivered at his nearness.
"She hit on you?" Donna bit out.
"She did," he nodded, and noticed how unsettled she was.
"Why buy a knock off when you have the designer label?" He quipped and she turned to him in surprise.
"What?"
Her wide vulnerable eyes, are what made him kiss her. He bit her bottom lip as he pulled away illiciting a moan from her.
"No way in hell, Donna."
