RATED MATURE

Sexy, Can I?

Part One

Last week in October 2007

"What the fuck are you doing in my office?" Jason asks, his tone low and harsh.

Not only is he pissed off about finding a stranger sitting behind his desk but he's also pissed off that she's just about the sexiest woman he's ever seen... or damn close to, at least.He doesn't need anyone as hot as her crossing his path. Making him want everything he can never allow himself to have again. He realizes as soon as he sees her, that trouble has just walked into his world.

His body grows hard the second their eyes meet. Her dark brown ones holding his steady, warning him from the word go that she's a force to be reckoned with. A smile plays on her lips but her eyes are hard as bullets. Everything about her screams Bend me over and take me from behind.

The seventeen months he's gone without sex might also have something to do with Jason thinking that.

What a wake up call this chick is, not just for his day- which started off with Milo stuttering something nonsensical as Jason walked past him in the coffee shop and then Jason finding this sexy stranger sitting behind his desk- this woman is also a wake up call for his dick.

As soon as Jason walked into his office, she turned around in his chair and flashed him a wide smile.

He now notices what must be her black coat thrown over the chair closest to him, she's poured into a red dress that couldn't be any tighter...in fact she should probably be arrested for the way her hardened nipples are visible through the fabric. She looks rich as hell with a diamond bracelet on her wrist and diamond drop earrings in her ears. If he met her in a bar five years back, he would have taken her home in a heartbeat. Before she could even finish her drink, he'd be saying You like motorcycles?

He's never been much of a talker, but he's never had to say a lot in order to get a woman interested.

But this isn't five years ago, in that small window of time before Courtney, but after he was healed enough from Carly to think it sounded like a good idea to just screw whoever looked good whenever he wanted. Without letting anyone know he'd ever been with her...without them becoming a thing.

He used to tell the truth back then. I'm not looking for love.

Then life got complicated. He learned to become a good liar. Telling Sam how he would love her forever, marry her, have a baby with her...telling Carly lies about Lila being his. He had lied even to himself. Let himself believe him and Sam could make it when his lifestyle meant he could never be anyone's husband but he said Marry me to her and gave her hope that he later crushed...he was lying to himself more than half the time back then so how could Carly or Sam have guessed the truth? Jason didn't even realize how much of it had been nothing more than bullshit fairytales until later.

Things were easier now. The moment Sam got shot Jason knew he could never again love another woman. He also wouldn't sleep with any...though that was harder to accept...because just sex led to love once for him, and who's to say history will not repeat itself.

Better to not risk it.

That's why he really does not need a chick this hot cruising into the middle of his world, messing up his work day, and smiling at him as she sits in his chair in his god dang office where he pays gaurds to keep people like her out.

Jason is just about to repeat What the fuck are you doing in my office? when she licks her lips, looks him up and down and says "The reports of your stunning good looks have greatly underestimated the truth. I must get better spies."

So much for getting a straight answer out of her.

"Get out of my chair," Jason says and then calls over his shoulder, while never taking his eyes off her, "Giambetti!"

"Yes, Mr. Morgan..." Milo says, meekly, from the door.

"Who'd you let in my office?"

The woman tells Milo "That's all right, honey. I'll do my own introductions."

Jason motions for Milo to get the hell out. Milo closes the door just as the sexy stranger slowly rises to her feet.

He swallows hard as he gets an even better look at her body. Her curves are enough to make a grown man cry. Sticking out her hand, she says "Claudia Zacchara. We're sworn enemies. Nice to meet you."

Fuck, Jason thinks, This is just what I don't need right now. He glances down at her hand, not shaking it, but checking for a ring. There isn't one.

Great, he thinks, fucking great....she better have a man at home cause if not... and then says "Don't show up in my office again uninvited."

"Well aren't we off to a charming start? How are we supposed to work together if you keep up this bad attitude?"

She walks out from behind the desk, and Jason can't stop himself from looking all the way down her body. Fantastic ass...even better from this view...on top of gorgeous legs...leading down to a pair of red stiletto heels that would look so good resting on his shoulders.

From the first day he heard the Zaccharas wanted to make a move on the Corinthos territory, Jason Morgan has been in a seriously bad mood. It just got a whole lot worse. Because the last thing he needs in his life is to have a hard on for a mob rival's hot as hell daughter.

But by the looks of Claudia, there is not much else he is gonna be able to do. He's gonna have to work on not thinking about this chick too much. Jason doesn't dare let her crawl up under his skin, she'd be an itch he had to scratch over and over again.

(If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop


If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop


I've been running hot
You got me ticking

Gonna blow my top


If you start me up
If you start me up I'll never stop

You make a grown man cry...

You, you, you

make a grown man cry


You, you

make a dead man come


You, you

make a dead man come) ( Rolling Stones)

XXXXXX

Very, very nice, she thinks as she walks closer to Jason Morgan.

The pictures she had of him showed he was hot but not smoking, make you wanna drop your panties, and scream his name hot. Yet he was. His eyes alone were enough to get her body humming.

To say she liked sex would be like saying she liked red shoes, chocolate, or bourbon straight up. All were addictions for her and she long ago gave up on fighting to break any of them. Sex was definitely her worst one. Right now she wasn't able to feed her habit- since she had moved from Milan only last week she was most decidedly single.

Too bad Jason couldn't be her next fling.

Its truly a damn shame he works for Corinthos, she thinks, If Morgan was my enforcer...he could watch my back and my front and we'd have one hell of a time running Port Charles together. Daddy can have Crimson Pointe. The real goldmine are the docks located in this town.

While Claudia is admiring Jason's well muscled body, in his leather coat and jeans, he is giving her a look that says Go somewhere and die.

It has the exact opposite effect on her than he intends though because Jason's harsh, take no prisoners, manner does not make her quake in her lacy panties, it makes her quiver and think about what it would feel like it he took her hard and fast. Maybe on his desk, against the wall, on the floor...she likes it rough and Morgan looks like a real roughneck to her.

"We're not working together," Jason tells her.

"You haven't even listened to my proposal."

"I don't have to." He lets outs a frustrated breath.

She notices he has really nice lips. They set in a firm line when he's angry, like right now, making them even sexier to her. She wonders what he looks like when he smiles. Probably even better...probably good enough to swallow whole.