AN: After a very flattering and overwhelming response, I'm back on track with this, and I think I'm finally getting an idea of how to play out everything I want to happen. On with the show!
Ring.
This was crazy.
Ring.
Why was she doing this?
Ring.
There was still time to hang up.
Pick up. Too late.
"Lorenzo Alcazar." Oh God, that voice. How can anyone have such a sexy voice, Elizabeth thought, as her toes curled in her slippers. She was silent for a moment. "Hello? Who is this?" His voice grew menacing.
"Lorenzo, it's me," she said quickly. "Uh, Elizabeth Webber."
* * *
He settled back in his chair, bow-shaped lips curving into a smile beneath his beard. A smile that only occurred when he was alone with his thoughts. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Elizabeth, how did you get this number?"
"Um, well, it's Ric's old apartment." That's right. I still live in Lansing's old place. I really need to see about getting a new apartment.
Lorenzo could mentally picture her biting her bottom lip the way she was doing this afternoon, on the dock. "Elizabeth?"
"Hmm?"
"Do me a favor."
* * *
Elizabeth sucked in her breath. She was pacing the floors nervously. "What's that Lorenzo?"
"Relax." She immediately sat down, right where she was on the floor, as if his voice hypnotized her. Maybe it did. Maybe that's how you become an international criminal. You hypnotize people to listen to you.
"Sorry, I guess I am strung a little tight."
"That's fine. To what do I owe this pleasure?" Elizabeth couldn't help stifling a giggle. He talked like a medieval knight.
"I…I have some bad news."
"What is it? Are you in danger?" his voice was instantly alert, and almost professional.
"No, not, not me…You." And Elizabeth suddenly felt silly.
"Me?" She could almost see his amused smirk, a mischievous glint in his eye. "What do I have to be afraid of?" His voice reminded her of thick dark caramel, and she let out a little raggedy breath.
"Um, well, you don't have to be afraid. Um, well, do you remember how we kissed on the docks this morning?" Elizabeth swallowed. "And this afternoon?"
He chuckled low in her ear. "Yes, I was there."
"Well, um, someone saw us."
"Are you worried because of my wife? Because I'll tell you this right now, I may still be legally married, but she means nothing to me," his voice sounded cold and calculated, two things she had never seen in him.
"No, it wasn't about your marriage. You see, Ric has this…friend," Elizabeth finally settled on that term for Faith, even though she was sure that a friend she was not. "And this woman is, well she's pretty much nuts. And for some reason, she thinks that if I'm with someone else-"
"Are you?"
Elizabeth blushed. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that."
"I'm glad you did." Elizabeth was glad this conversation was being held over the phone because she went about twelve shades of red.
"Well, if she thinks that there's anyway that I can be happy…Well, I'll put it to you this way. She threatened you."
"Oh," he didn't sound the least bit concerned. "Is she a threatening woman?"
Elizabeth let out a whoosh of breath. "Well, she's tried to kill me twice."
* * *
Lorenzo let out a whoosh of breath. "She didn't succeed."
"Well no, but-"
"She will never try to come after you again. I'll see to that. And as for your concern for my well-being, I'm flattered, but I know how to survive," Lorenzo said, reminding the both of them. "What is this femme fatale's name?"
"Oh God, I'm sure you won't know who she is. Her name is Faith Rosco."
Rosco? Lorenzo stroked his bearded chin thoughtfully. "Any relation to Anthony Rosco?"
"I'm not sure…Rosco was her married name. Her husband is dead."
Lorenzo made a mental note to have his people check it out. "Well, I can't thank you enough for calling me today. How about you let me make it up to you?"
* * *
"Well, what did you have in mind?" Elizabeth's breath caught in her throat, as about a million and one things that he could do to 'make it up to her' flashed images on her brain.
"I was thinking dinner."
Dinner?
"Are you asking me on a date?"
* * *
A date. How fifties, Lorenzo.
It had been a long time since he'd called up a woman and asked her on a date, and had sworn a long time ago that he never would again. He'd had drunken one-night stands since he'd last seen his wife, chalking it up to moments of weakness in the morning.
"Yes. A date. Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, not at all." Very quickly.
"Wonderful. Where would you like to go?"
* * *
Elizabeth mentally ticked off places in her mind. The PC Grille would be too crowded on a Saturday night, probably with many of her friends there, and looking over with curious stares that were sure to lead to curious, well-meaning, but prying questions in the morning. Luke's wasn't an option, either. Besides probably running into Luke or Lucky or both, it was where she had met Ric. Kelly's? Yeah, right.
"Elizabeth?"
"I have an idea."
"And what's that?"
"How about you let me cook for you."
AN: Once again, not much plot development. I hope I'm not spoiling anything for anyone by saying that the point of this story is to get Lorenzo and Liz together. (You all caught that right? He he he.) So…with that said, I'm trying to establish the relationship between the two of them before I get into the meaty, juicy, action-packed story that is all GH fanfic. But, please let me know if you guys think I'm moving this too slow. Or, for that matter, if you want to see more cute (or hot) Liz/Lorenzo moments. Oh, and I didn't remember the name of Faith's husband. If you do, please correct me. Oh, and as a footnote, nothing to do with this story whatsoever. But I just wanted to say that I think Georgie and Dillon are absolutely adorable, the best teen couple since Robin and Stone. Bravo to them!