O.M.G. Is Right!!

Harley's P.O.V.

When he looked at me with those almond shaped deep piercing yellow eyes, a shiver went down my spine and my heart skipped a beat. Red's description of Mistah S. didn't do him justice. DAMN!!! He is devastatingly handsome. I know Pammy told me he was taller than Reacher but, I wasn't expecting him to be as tall as Bane. He is also just as big if not bigger than Bane muscle wise.

I can tell Mistah S. works out, because when he stood up I immediately noticed the jeans he was wearing were covering up thick, powerful, muscular legs. I can see his thick, muscular chest and arms even in the blue button up shirt he is wearing underneath the white ridiculously small looking lab coat that were barely being contained beneath it. It looks like one good stretch, or flex and that lab coat would be ripped to shreds.

My gaze continues up to see his handsome reddish-brown skinned semi oval shaped face, with those high cheekbones, a neatly trimmed black goatee. He looks like he may have had a short beard at one time, though he might have been **** to shave it off to help prevent contamination from it while working. His long black hair is pulled back into a ponytail that denotes his Native American heritage. But what really stands out to me is those almond shaped deep piercing yellow eyes.

Those piercing yellow eyes are currently staring at me with an somewhat unreadable look. But, as quickly as I notice the look, it is gone just as quickly.

Before I have time to think about him some more he is standing right in front of me. He is slowly stretching out his right hand. That's when I hear Pammy speak.

"Hello Steele, please allow me to introduce you to my friend and our newest colleague. This is Dr. Harleen Quinzel, or as she prefers to be called Dr. Harley Quinn."

As I reach out to shake his hand back, Mistah S. smiles at me and says.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance Dr. Quinn. My name is Dr. Samuel Steele, but my friends call me Steele. I hope in time that we will become good friends, and I hope you enjoy your time working with us."

I smile back at him. Offering him a pleasant greeting in return. Though, as I shake his hand I have to suppress the moan that threatens to escape my lips. I felt a spark of electricity shoot through me, my heart starts to race, and another shiver run down my spine. This causes me to look up to his face. I'm caught by surprise when I see the same unreadable expression in his eyes. I don't know if it's love, lust, desire, hate, or something else entirely.

All I do know is that I want those big powerful hands and arms to pick me up and wrap around me, hold me, and protect me. I want to feel his lips kissing mine. I want to wrap my legs around him, so that he can carry me over to the nearest table and put me down on it. That way his powerful hands can rip my clothes off! I want him to kiss and lick his way down to my breasts. I want him to lick and gently bite my stiff nipples. When he is done with that, maybe he will continue licking and kissing his way down to my throbbing, aching, needy, dripping pussy. Hopefully, after he has had his fill of my needy pussy, he pulls his dick out and we fuck each other into unconsciousness and then....

Whoa Harley, calm down gurl! If you don't quit fantasizing about Mistah S. that way you're going to end up standing in a puddle of your own gurlie juices.

FUCK!!! Who in the hell am I kidding. Even if I was his type, and he thought I was beautiful, he probably wouldn't want anything to do with me.

I mean who can blame him though. I'm definitely too crazy and unstable for him. Hell, Daffodil is saner than me and their relationship didn't work out, though it sounds like Red might still have feelings for him.

Honestly though! Why would he want to date me. I'm a criminal who was just released from Arkham. I have plenty of issues that would be a turn-off to most men. Also, If I was him, I wouldn't want to be constantly watching my back. Always worried that my partner was going to harm me for no other reason than because they could. He'd probably be worried that knock on the door was the police, or some other criminal coming to do harm to him or his partner. He'd probably be worried about his children being harassed or beaten up because their mother is a criminal. Come on Harley! Stop being delusional right now before you end up with your feelings hurt.

It was at this moment that I snapped out of my fantasy in time to hear Red say.

"Steele, I need you to show Harley around. I also need you to show her what it is that you are looking for when we are testing the batches. Since, until we need her specific knowledge in her medical field, she will be helping you with testing batch results. Also, one more thing would you mind being Harley's chaperone when she's out in public. Bruce and I don't want her to get into too much trouble.".

"It would be my pleasure, Pam!".

The only thought that went through my mind is Wait! What?