In Bed With a Blonde

Harvey stood by the door, and for a split second, neither of them moved.

He should have knocked, but instinct had overridden his etiquette. His instinct to protect her, and make sure she was in no form of danger.

Chloe scrambled up, yanking the sheets tangled at her feet up to her chest. “Harvey,” she muttered, breathless.

His jaw clenched. He turned his head slightly to the side. “I didn't mean to barge in.” he said, his voice low and controlled. “I heard you scream and thought something was wrong.”

Chloe’s stomach dropped. She clutched the blanket tighter. “I'm… I'm fine,” she managed, though her voice trembled.

He kept his gaze fixed on anything that wasn't her. His shoulders were tense, and the heat inside his body could not deny what he'd just witnessed.

He tried to pretend like he wasn't affected by it, but the bulge in his pajamas was impossible for even Chloe to ignore.

Her breath caught as she stared, her hands itching desperately to return to the wetness between her thighs. She wanted to make him watch, to see just how far off the edge she could push him.

Harvey exhaled, then turned his back to her. “Get some rest,” he murmured. “And next time, lock your door.”

The door closed with a soft click, but the sound echoed loudly at the back of Chloe’s mind.

Harvey made it back to his room and shut his door with more force than necessary. He paced back and forth the length of his room, but the image wouldn't leave his head.

‘What was she thinking?’ He sighed.

He dragged a hand down his face, fully aware now of his growing feelings.

Chloe wasn't a child anymore.

She wasn't that quiet girl who would trail behind Rachel in oversized sweatshirts, and barely speaking above whispers.

She was twenty one now. A grown woman with her own needs and desires. And he'd just walked in on a moment that made that reality impossible to ignore.

He stopped pacing and stared at his flustered reflection in the mirror across the room.

Ten years since he lost his wife. Ten years spent building discipline, control, and boundaries that kept his life organised.

Without giving himself room to think, he grabbed his phone from the dresser and dialed his secretary.

It was almost midnight, but she answered on the third ring. “Sir.’

“Yes. Clear up my afternoon tomorrow.”

“But sir, your meeting with the investors–”

“That wasn't a request. Get it done, or I'll find someone who will.”

He hung up before she could respond.

Having the day to himself to reflect wasn't going to be enough. He needed a distraction, so he scrolled through his contacts, thumb slowing before picking out a familiar name.

She answered on the first ring, her voice, warm, amused and sweet as honey. “Hey Harvey. This is unexpected.”

Harvey hummed thoughtfully. He didn't respond immediately, but somewhere deep down, he knew he would regret the words that followed.

“Are you free tomorrow?” He asked.

“For you, I could be.”

“Come by in the afternoon. Usual time.”

Her smile was audible through the phone. “I thought you'd never asked.”

The call ended shortly after that exchange and Harvey forced himself to bed.

He didn't come down for breakfast the next morning. Made no move to leave for the office either.

Rachel didn't think to ask what was wrong. He stayed home on some days, head buried in work that followed him home. And although he'd been different these past few days - quiet, tense, and always on edge, he always blamed it on work whenever she pried.

Just like the day before, she left with her friends by noon, and Chloe once again turned down their invite.

This time, she blamed it on a fever.

“Dad's going to be in his room all day. If you make lunch, just serve it to him upstairs,” Rachel informed her before heading out.

Chloe lay on her bed for a while after Rachel left. Her thoughts kept drifting back to last night wondering how much of what Harvey had seen when he walked in.

She knew he needed to be alone, let things go back to normal on their own. But a voice inside her head thought otherwise. She felt she owed it to him, and maybe to herself, to apologize and make things right.

She fought long and hard with her blanket, before rising from the bed with a questionable resolve.

A few feet away from his room in the hallway, she could hear the faint sound of rustling wood. She ignored it, got closer and met the door slightly open – again.

Chloe breathed then knocked. “Harvey.”

There was no answer, just muffled grunts and moans that she should have heard sooner.

She pushed the door just enough to poke her head through to see what was going on. Harvey lay on the bed, naked and sweating. Straddling him was a blonde woman with daring curves.

She rolled her hips in steady waves, Harvey's hands gripping her breasts with desperate urgency.

“Yeah… right there…” the blonde arched backward maintaining her hypnotic rhythm.

Heat rushed through Chloe's body, triggering a response she knew was too dangerous to indulge.

She decided to leave, but was frozen in place when she saw him flip her without it slipping out.

“Ughh…you're so good,” she moaned as Harvey thrust his length inside of her.

He kept the pace steady, hands firm at her hips as he drove into her with a rhythm that felt more deliberate than passionate. The image pushing him toward release wasn't the woman beneath him.

It was her tender voice that he'd heard last night. And the cruel longing for a woman he knew he could never have.

Chloe watched the way he moved inside her, the rhythm of his body causing her pulse to quicken. The thought of trading places with the blonde lodged itself in her mind, and she bit down on her lip, barely aware she’d done it.

Her skin flushed and her thighs tingled. A bead of sweat traced the hollow of her throat, continuing its slow descent between her breasts. The air felt thick, almost impossible to breathe, heavy with the scent of his cologne.

Harvey let out a hard grunt, then whipped himself out of the blonde. He turned, stroking himself and that's when he saw her.

“Chloe,” His voice was gentle, almost like a moan as his body jerked, and he erupted, his discharge rolling down his throbbing length.

Chloe stiffed, eyes widened as she watched him drip to the floor. She turned and slammed the door shut behind her. “Shit!”