Elizabeth still couldn't believe she had stayed out until two a.m. She sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes closed, her chin tilted up just slightly. She could still feel the wind on her face from their ride. Her fingers sizzled from where he touched her. She sighed, her whole body slumping with the realization that she had a crush on her boss. She shuffled to the bathroom, dropping her pajamas on the floor behind her before stepping into the ice cold water fall. She stood that way for a few minutes, until the thought of Jason ebbed, before turning the water blazing hot.
Combing her fingers through her damp hair, Elizabeth chose a black, ankle length wrap around skirt, and match wrap around shirt, which stopped just above her belly button. Looking down at her belly button, Elizabeth giggled, her thumb gently flicking the silver barbell she had impulsively aquired just one month before she moved. She sighed, thinking about how she might not even be in Port Charles if it hadn't been for this small piece of metal, and her parents' adamant disapproval of absolutely everything she did. She shook her head, forcing the Webbers out of her mind as she slipped her feet into a pair of black mules. Grabbing her keys from the chair she'd haphazardly dumped them into the night before, she set off for work, a half a dozen butterflies fluttering in her stomach at the thought of seeing Jason again.
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Elizabeth glanced at her watch, breathing a sigh of relief when she realized she was half an hour away from going home and she had yet to bump into Jason. All she really had left to do was file away some invoices, set up a couple of appointments for Sonny, and clean off her desk. She didn't even groan when Sonny called for her from his office.
As soon as she walked in, Sonny handed her a file. "I need you
to fax these order for me. After you file them, go on home." Sonny
stopped to watch Elizabeth shuffle through the papers. "You are a
Godsend."
Elizabeth mumbled in agreement a second before her head jerked up,
the words registering. The dimpled smile on his face spread to her
own lips, a light blush staining her cheeks. "Mr. Corinthos.
I've only been here for two days."
He walked past her to take his coat from the hook. "And you've already transformed my office." His dimples deepened as her blushed grew darker. "I'll see you tomorrow." He shot her a wink before leaving his office.
Elizabeth stood in place, her eyes following him down the hall until he disappeared into the elevator. Shaking her head with a laugh, she turned towards the fax machine. It only took her 10 mintues to feed the order through and another fifteen minutes to place them in their correct files. She headed towards the door, her eyes fixed on her watch. Before she had time to look up, she hit a wall and stumbled backwards, saved from falling down by the hand that gripped her wrists.
"Are you ok?" a voice asked her.
Elizabeth's eyes were focused on the floor, on the boot's that stood in the doorway. She stiffened slightly when her eyes traveled upward, into familiar territory. He may have been wearing a different colored tee shirt, but she could recognize his arms, his hands, anywhere.
She chukled nervously, pulling her right hand out of his grasp to push her glasses back up on her nose. "Guess I should watch where I'm going." She dared to look into his eyes, and got caught up in the sea of deep blue that peered down at her.
He smiled slightly, then looked into Sonny's office. "I missed him, didn't I?"
She nodded, acutely aware that his right hand was still firmly wrapped around her left wrist. "Can I-" she tugged her arm slightly, "have my arm back?"
He glanced down at his hand, immediately letting go. "Sorry." His eyes squinted a bit, taking her in. The way her hair was severely pulled back into a tight bun high on her head. The rectangle glasses she wore. The black of her shirt contrasting sharply with her skin tone. His breathing halted when he saw the creamy strip of exposed skin between her skirt and shirt. He forced his eyes back up to her face, his hands itching to touch right there, above her belly button ring. Tipping his head to the side, he took a good look at her face, fresh looking with no make up. Her eyes big and blue, almost dancing. Something flickered behind his eyes, too quickly for him to see what it was. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
"No." Elizabeth said, a little too quickly. "Well, you met me yesterday." She shifted under his intense gaze. "I was filing some papers for Mr. Corinthos-"
He held up a hand, "Yeah, I know that. I mean from somewhere other than here."
She shook her head, not wanting to ruin the illusion just yet. "I just moved to town last week. I don't know how you could know me." She moved to walk past him to get to her desk, his bare forearm harmlessly brushing against her exposed stomach. The goosebumps from the night before came flooding back, and instinctively her hands went to her arms to soothe them.
Jason turned around, shaking his head. "You just seem familiar, that's all." He glanced at her, her name suddenly popping into his head. "Elizabeth, right?"
Elizabeth was glad her back was turned to him so he wouldn't see the huge smile on her face. She chastised herself for enjoying this so much. "Yes, I'm Elizabeth. Elizabeth Webber." She turned around to look at him one more time. "And you're Mr. Morgan, partner to Mr. Corinthos. Right?" She liked to tease him, liked to see his smile.
He chuckled, his hand rising to scratch the back of his neck. "Ok, ok. It's just that you-"
"Seem familiar," they said together, their eyes locking. They stood like that for a brief moment, neither one talking until Elizabeth broke the silence.
"I really do need to go home and do some more unpacking so I can go out tonight." She watched Jason, expecting the recognition to come at any moment.
Jason nodded, "Can I walk you to the elevator?"
They both stopped, a sense of deja vú washing over Jason.
"Sure," she answered, her back stiffening slightly when his hand went to the small of her back, his calloused fingers brushing against her bare skin.
They stood in silence, waiting for the elevator doors to open up. When they did, it took Elizabeth a moment to realize she could get on.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Jason asked, his eyes hopeful.
Elizabeth nodded, "Bright and early." Their eyes locked, only to be cut off when the doors closed. Even when the elevator started to descend, they stood rooted to their spots. Jason directly in front of the elevator doors, Elizabeth right in the middle of the elevator. Their eyes remained frozen the way they were left, still looking into each other's eyes. Each of them asking themselves one question.
What was that?