Elizabeth's eyes sprang open as the disturbing sound penetrated through her hazy dreams.

Someone was snoring.

She sat up in bed, clad only in a 'Go Speed Racer, Go!' tee shirt and glanced around at the other occupants of the room. There were four other women residing here and anyone of them could be the culprits.

Because she was the last one that was hired she was stuck with whatever bed that was left over. Unfortunately her room housed the Barbie girls Crystal and Candy as well as the wanna be spice chick Baby but the annoying sound was coming from the normally quiet Rita. She wasn't sure if was a nasal problem or just a cold, but Elizabeth hoped that if she brought any men home with her they were drunk enough to sleep through what could only be labeled as a fog horn.

Sighing and knowing there was no way she was going back to sleep Elizabeth swung her bare feet over the side of the bed, wincing when they me the cold wooden floor.

She definitely had to go shopping today, none of the clothes she was able to stash in her bag were accommodating for the Port Charles winter. That and she needed a few more outfits for her new job.

If she still had a job.

She was beginning to think that the hulking enforcer simply didn't like her. She knew that her background check was going to come through clean, all her background checks did, but for some reason she seemed to get under Jason Morgan's skin.

Not a good idea to piss off a mob guy.

But did she really piss him off or…

Elizabeth bit her lip as she thought of the possibilities. She only needed to stick around here long enough to gather enough money to make it down to Florida so she could catch a boat on over to Cuba or some exotic island that had no expedition clause and was far away from any city or state that began with the letter 'C'.

If sleeping with her boss meant a few extra bills in her purse it wouldn't be so bad, she'd done it before, and none of her bosses ever looked like a walking Adonis.

She just wasn't sure if Jason was the one she was suppose to be impressing.

All she needed was to earn a few hundred dollars; it couldn't be more than two weeks tops. She could handle this tiny town for that long.

Running her fingers through her bed head, Elizabeth made a skip down the backstairs and headed towards the kitchen. She couldn't remember the last time she had a decent meal and a sandwich sounded wonderful right about now.

She knew the club would be closed till around seven or eight and none of the other dancers would be up until at least twelve. That was even considered an ungodly hour when you were gyrating against strange men until three or four in the morning the night before.

Digging in some cupboards, Elizabeth set out to make a sandwich of peanut butter and fluff before heading down the hall, chewing it slowly. Things never looked as harsh in the daytime as they did at night in these clubs. Even though the polls were still obvious, with the sun filtering in through the high windows everything seemed softer, more innocent.

She snorted as she made her way around the bar, reaching for a bottle of beer. Her innocence was lost a long time ago and after about a year of chasing it she just gave up. She had to deal with the cards she was dealt.

Most of the times she held a losing hand but still, she always landed feet first.

As long as she was one step ahead.

Licking her fingers clean, Elizabeth made her way back down the hall she followed last night that lead her into the enormous dressing room. Instead of heading all the way towards the exit door she stopped and made a left, heading down another long hall.

If she were going to learn a few things around here, the boss's office would be the first place to start.

"Run it again."

"Jason, I ran it twice," Francis said, "And Johnny ran it once. The results are always the same."

"Run it again," Jason said.

"Running it a million times is not going to make a difference," Francis said slamming the folder down on Jason's desk, "She's eighteen and unless you tell us to, we can't fix her age. If you aren't happy with your results, run the damn thing yourself."

Jason looked up surprisingly at his bodyguard.

"Well, you're driving us insane. We've been working on this since late last night," Francis said. "Sonny isn't going to be pissed if you bang the girl."

"Don't…" Jason stood up and slammed his hands down on the desk, "We're not going to discuss this."

"Fine," Francis said holding his hands up in defense, "I just told you what I found out. I already ran it by Sonny. He said that everything is okay and she has a job here as long as she wants. He wanted me to relay the message to her."

"I'll relay it," Jason growled.

"I bet," Francis smirked and quickly retreated when he saw the look Jason was giving him, "I'm going, I'm going. I'll be back tonight though," he said flashing a grin as he pulled open the door, "Maybe I'll be able to meet this…"

Elizabeth stood there startled, one hand poised to knock on the wooden door, the other one still holding a half empty bottle of beer. She quickly recovered, flashing a smile and holding out her hand, "Lizzie Webber."

"Francis the bodyguard," Francis smiled as he shook her head, "Johnny and I…"

"Weren't you just going to meet him?" Jason asked with raised eyebrows. "Aren't you running late?"

Francis smiled and nodded his head. He had seen Jason when someone pushed him too far and he didn't want to be on the receiving end of one of those battles. So he smiled to Elizabeth once more and excused himself, leaving through the back exit.

"Can I help you with something?" Jason asked as he sat back down on the desk. He had no intention of inviting her into the office. That was simply asking for trouble, especially with her standing there in nothing but a tee shirt.

He cleared his throat. He had a job to do and he never lost his concentration because of a female before. He wasn't going to start now.

Even though her waist was so tiny he could span both his hands around it.

Even though she had the most soulful blue eyes he had ever seen.

Even though her breasts would probably fit perfectly in his hands.

He groaned quietly as he tapped the pencil rapidly against the accounting books and pulled the chair further under the desk, cursing this woman in front of him.

"I was wondering," she said taking a tentative step into the office and then another, "If I still had a job."

She was gnawing on her lip again and Jason wanted nothing more to do than swipe his thumb across that moist, rose colored…

He shook his head and looked up at her, "Yes, yes Francis was just telling me that…" he cleared his throat and adjusted the position in his seat, "You can start tonight, I mean…"

"I can actually do my routine tonight," she smiled as she stepped further into the office and closer to the desk.

He suddenly felt like the air was being sucked out of the room.

And when he saw the look in her eyes he knew that she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

"Do you know when the schedule is going to be up?" she asked, placing the beer bottle down on the desk and smiling at him innocently.

His mind was telling him not to take the bait; other body parts were screaming something else.

"I'm sorry I didn't go over this with you last night," he said as he shifted again in his seat, "We're expecting to be pretty busy this week with the grand opening. We are requiring the girls to work a full seven days before we can start rotating days off. If you can't handle it…"

"Oh I can handle that," she smiled as she drug her bare feet across the carpet.

He sat there wondering how in the hell toes could be so damn sexy?

"I wasn't talking about that schedule," she said quietly.

Jason cleared his throat and pulled his eyes away from her, focusing on the accounting books. He had to get this thing balanced before the end of the night and he had to get the tiny female across from him out of the room.

"What schedule were you talking about, Elizabeth?" he asked as he erased a figure in front of him and wrote something else over top of it.

She ran one fingernail along the books that he was working on causing him to look back up into her smiling eyes. Eyes that were promising something he wasn't sure he wanted to step into.

"The boss's schedule," she whispered as she situated herself on the edge of her desk, causing her tee shirt ride up and offer him a delicious view of her creamy white skin.

"The boss's schedule?" he practically groaned. He cleared his throat and tried to focus on the numbers. He had to figure out these damn numbers.

"You know," she said leaning over the desk, blocking his view of those pesky numbers and giving him a nice view of her tee shirt and the breasts they covered, "The schedule the boss makes for the girls, the ones that tells them what night they get to…" she ran her tongue across her lips. "Play with the boss."

"Unfortunately we don't have that type of schedule here but Jason will look into it, see if it's worth developing."

Elizabeth felt her face flame as she shifted off of the desk and turned around to face Sonny Corinthos.

"Mr. Corinthos, I am…" Elizabeth bit her lip. She wasn't exactly sorry.

"I'm sure you were testing Jason," Sonny said as he stepped into the office, "Make sure his mind was on business."

None of the occupants in the room believed that excuse but it was the out Elizabeth needed. She nodded and moved around Sonny, backing her way out of the office.

"I need to go shopping, I have to get a few more things for this evening," she said, "I'll be here before opening. I'm Lizzie, Lizzie Webber, Mr. Corinthos and I'm sorry for anything that…well I'm sorry."

"Ms. Webber," Sonny smiled, two obvious dimples appearing on his cheeks, "Between you and me, I like a girl who can keep Jason on his toes."

Jason growled and slammed the accounting book shut on the desk.

"It was nice meeting you Mr. Corinthos," she smiled as she disappeared through the door.

Sonny turned around to face Jason, the smile no longer evident on his face, "Jason…"

"How are Morgan and Adella?" Jason asked standing up from behind the desk and turning around to run his fingers through his hair.

Elizabeth may have left the room but her image was still dancing in his mind and that was very much evident on Jason's body.

"Don't try and change the subject," Sonny said, "I've been down this road before Jason. I am highly recommending that you do not go down it. These girls get involved…"

"They aren't going to get involved in anything," Jason said turning back to face Sonny, "We're running a clean club here, I'm not going to let anyone in here with anything illegal. You should know that."

Sonny shook his head as he ran his fingers through his dark curls, "I'm not questioning your judgment," he said, "I am saying that you can tell them it's not welcome in here but you can't tell them what to do outside of this club. I've seen the girls sneak this shit in, I've…sadly I've done some of it before myself but I won't go down that road again and I'm just letting you know no matter how strong you may think you are…"

"I would never do that," Jason said his face impassive. He couldn't believe he was actually having a conversation with Sonny about taking drugs.

"I know you won't," Sonny said and turned around to face the open door behind them, "What I'm saying is that I don't trust one of these girls to slip you something," he turned back around and picked up the beer bottle that was on his desk, "Be wary."

Jason swallowed hard as he looked at the bottle that Sonny held in his hands. He could just imagine Elizabeth's lips wrapped around it, the cool liquid slipping down her throat, the sweat from the bottle running down her tiny fingers.

Damn't even the beer bottle was turning him on.

"I need to get out of here," Jason said, "When do I get to go back to my real job?"

Sonny flashed him a grin, "I was beginning to worry about you. You haven't been with a woman since Robin left and I wasn't sure if you had taken a celibacy vow. It's good to see you interested in one again."

"I'm not interested in one," Jason said pulling his leather coat off the back of the chair and slipping it on, "Let's go grab lunch, you can catch me up on some things."

"Jason," Sonny said as the man moved out ahead of him, "Do whatever you want with these women, I don't care," he shrugged, "Most of them will probably jump at the chance but just be careful that's all."

Jason was going to say something but he kept his mouth shut and nodded then waited for Sonny to walk out the door ahead of him.

He had a feeling that he would have to be very careful around Elizabeth Webber.

Elizabeth smiled as she stepped out of the shadows from the other end of the hall. Sonny Corinthos' name was on the lease but the man she needed to please would be Jason Morgan and it didn't look like it was going to be that difficult to do.

Two weeks tops.