Greg didn't know how he managed to sit through an entire show with Morgan leaning against him. The scent of her made him want to lean down and kiss her but he managed to keep his eyes on the performance. He didn't actually see any of it because his mind wandered, thinking of less than platonic thoughts of her. He was wondering how he could make sure this night didn't end after the show. It would be 11 pm when the show ended, pretty late for most folks, but not night shift workers. He wondered if he could get up the nerve to convince her to go out for another drink with him.

As it so happened, his mom had the same idea. After the show, they all walked back to the bar and made small talk about the show. A few minutes into the conversation, Mrs. Sanders gave a small yawn. "You'll have to excuse me. I'm just not a night hawk like you two." She turned to look at her husband, who also looked a little sleepy. " I think we'd better call it a night. I don't want to ruin your fun though. Greg, why don't you take Morgan on a bit of a tour of the strip?"

Greg looked down at Morgan, seeking a reaction to that idea. She looked up at him and flashed him a bright smile that made his heart do a quick flutter. "That does sound like fun. Since I slept until four p.m. today, I'm not near ready to go home. I'd like to see firsthand what makes so many tourists come to Las Vegas."

The four of them said their goodbyes, Morgan thanking Mrs. Sanders profusely for inviting her. While the elder woman smiled back, Greg's father looked down at his son. Greg could read his thoughts perfectly. "Don't screw this up, Son" was practically etched on his face. When Greg gave his mom a hug goodnight, he could practically hear her humming the wedding march. He really hoped he'd imagined that last part.

Once his parents had waved their goodbyes and were safely in the elevator,leading them up to their hotel room, Greg turned to Morgan. "Where shall we start on our night on the strip?"

Morgan smiled and tucked her hand into Greg's arm. "Show me the lights!" she said smiling.

Thrilled with her touch, Greg smiled back. They made their way out from the casino maze, and onto the famous Las Vegas strip, finding themselves in front of the Venetian hotel exterior. "Wow, look at the detail in the gondolas!" Raved Morgan walking over to the fence and peered beyond, where replica gondolas floated in the man made canal. Greg followed along as she checked out the front area of the Venetian casino. He walked a step behind her, happy to check out Morgan's long legs without being caught, as Morgan played tourist.

They wandered around, Morgan taking in the detail work in the hotel. After a while, they headed further down the strip, passing happy couples, drunk bachelorette parties and seniors on their way to another slot machine. Morgan noticed that everyone seemed to have some sort of alcoholic beverage in their hand.

"Those look like some fantastic drinks that bachelorette party seems to have." Morgan commented, nodding her head towards four women who each had a foot long, neon coloured novelty drink in their hands, merrily sipping away and laughing uproariously.

"You know, it is pretty standard to have a drink in hand while strolling the strip. You need one too, Ms. Brody." Greg put his arm around her and and guided her to the nearby vendor selling them. "Which flavour will it be?"

"Strawberry." Morgan replied instantly. "Are you getting one too?" she teased, correctly figuring Greg would decline.

"I'm pretty much a beer guy." He replied, ordering a beer as well as Morgan's strawberry concoction. He handed Morgan her neon green cup. Intently, he watched her lips form around the straw and take a long sip. Suddenly he became jealous of that straw. He cleared his throat and looked away.

Soon Morgan and Greg came to a small outdoor clearing in between two casinos. A group had gathered near a small outdoor bar nestled at the rear of the clearing. A stage was set up, and a banner advertising Karaoke hung at the back of the stage. "Hey, Karaoke! Lets watch some people singing badly." Boldly, Morgan took Greg's hand and walked over to the small crowd that had gathered. Surprised but delighted, Greg followed Morgan and the two of them stood near the back of the crowd as the next performers took the stage.

As the familiar tune of a Beyonce song filled the air, Greg tossed his empty beer cup into a nearby garbage bin, coming back to stand behind Morgan . He looked up to watch a trio of inebriated young women clearly enjoying their time on stage. Greg was standing directly behind Morgan, unsure of what to do next. He really wanted to hold her hand again but was not brave enough to make a move. He subtly leaned towards Morgan, inhaling her vanilla scent. He realized it was a bad idea as soon as he'd done it. Now he really wasn't satisfied just standing behind her. Someone jostled him from behind and nudged Greg into Morgan. He reached out with his left hand and steadied himself using Morgan's waist. He left his hand there, frozen. Morgan just looked back and smiled, not at all concerned that his hand was on her. Taking a deep breath, he moved his other hand onto Morgan's right hip. His heart raced as he realized just how close he was to this beautiful woman.

Still enjoying her drink, Morgan looked over her shoulder at Greg. She was right, this evening had been leading to this. She wanted Greg to know it was okay to be so close to her. She flashed him a smile, giving him permission to stay near her. She leaned back a little, enjoying the feel of Greg's warm chest. Feeling a bit bolder, Greg slowly moved his hands to her stomach, then encircling his arms around her waist.

Morgan closed her eyes in response to Greg's touch. She smiled to herself and let herself think about her and Greg coming together. She knew they had chemistry, but with her heart hammering and butterflies in her stomach, she was a little taken aback with the weight of her feelings. There was no turning back now. Even if they both turned and walked their separate ways right now, there was no going back to just being colleagues. There was too much electricity in the air between them. She would never be able to be alone with him again, without thinking of what could have been. With her free hand, she rested it over Greg's, entwining their fingers together.

Meanwhile, Greg was in agony, and not from the butchered Beyonce song that was just ending. He ached to turn Morgan around and kiss her deeply, no matter who saw. It didn't help that Morgan had tilted her head back slightly, exposing the soft skin on her neck. He moved his head slowly towards Morgan's neck. He couldn't hold back anymore. He said a silent prayer that he hadn't misread the situation and was about to do what he had been dreaming about for years.

Before his lips could reach her skin, Morgan untwined her hand from his and suddenly turned around to face him. She didn't take a step back, leaving their faces only a couple of inches apart. She looked into his eyes, dark with desire. Without hesitation, she stood on her toes and kissed Greg deeply.

He was a little surprised at the intensity of the kiss, but happily threw himself into the kiss. He was finally living out a fantasy that seemed to be always just a little out of reach. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her closer as they continued to kiss.

The Karaoke microphone let out a squeal, startling both of them. They broke away from each other, but were still embraced in a hug. Greg looked into Morgan's eyes, trying to reassure himself that she didn't regret what they had just done. She looked up at him and whispered, "That was a long time coming, but worth the wait." She gave him a soft, slow kiss on the lips, driving Greg crazy with desire.

Just then the sounds of "'YMCA" filled the small space. "Hey, do you want to get out of here?" Asked Greg above the music.

"Absolutely." She replied. Abruptly Greg grabbed her hand and turned on his heels, leading her away from the Karaoke crowd. Morgan tried to keep up, but her high heels were no match for Greg's long stride. "Greg!" she called as Greg walked briskly down the strip sidewalk, unaware that one misstep from Morgan would have her on the ground.

He slowed and turned towards her. "Can we walk a little slower?" She said, pointing at her heels.

He laughed."Sorry about that. I guess I got a bit ahead of myself." He moved closer to her once again, putting his hands around her waist. "I guess I'm a little too excited."

Once again, she leaned up and kissed him. This kiss was softer and slower than the last one, however it only served to increase the desire in both of them. "Would you like a piggy back ride back to the car?" Asked Greg, breaking away. "I'm now regretting walking so far from where we parked."

Morgan swatted him on the arm and laughed. "I'll take that piggy back ride." He turned his back to her and Morgan hopped up, putting her arms around his neck. Enjoying the ride, she also decided to torment Greg. At first she started out slowly, kissing his neck and working up to nibbling his ear. Then she started whispering what she was going to do to him when they were finally alone.

"If you keep this up, we won't make it back." Greg warned, enjoying everything Morgan was whispering seductively in his ear.

They finally reached the parking garage and Greg set her down, pressing the button to call the elevator. He was panting slightly from exertion. Morgan moved towards him, putting her arms on his chest and moving them slowly upwards, until they wrapped around his neck. He reached down and kissed her again, marveling how he was finally able to give in to the fantasy that had been running through his mind for longer than he cared to admit. When the elevator came, they ducked into it, barely breaking apart. Once in the elevator, Morgan pushed him against the wall and smiled seductively at him. "So, are we going to my place or yours?" as she once again ran her hands slowly up his chest and then back down, lingering at his waist line.

"Yours is closer." He whispered into her neck as he trailed open mouthed kisses up and down her neck, waiting for the elevator to get to their floor.

"My house it is!" She exclaimed as the elevator stopped on their floor, announcing the arrival with a ding.

After the long drive, where Greg swore they hit every single red light between the strip and Morgan's place, Morgan and Greg both jumped out of the car. Greg followed behind Morgan, one hand resting on her lower back, once again sending shivers down her spine. She was amazed at what his touch could do to her. Morgan fumbled with opening her door while Greg ran his finger tips up and down her bare arms.

Once inside, they tumbled into the foyer, eager to be in each other's arms. Morgan led Greg over to the couch in her small living room. Just before she sat down, Greg gently grabbed her elbow. She turned to face him in surprise as he pulled her close.

Gazing down at her, he moved his hand up to run his finger down the side of her face. "I've felt this way about you for a long time. I can't have this just be a one time thing. I want to do this a lot." He whispered softly.

Morgan couldn't help but chuckle. She reached her hand up to her face and pulled Greg's hand down, kissing his fingers. "Greg Sanders, you are the man for me. I've known for a while now, but couldn't get up the nerve to tell you." She leaned in and kissed him once more.

Morgan gave Greg a slight shove and he sat down on the sofa, bringing her with him. He breathed her name quietly, as she pushed off his suit jacket, and slid her hands under his shirt, enjoying the feel of his warm skin beneath her hands.

Greg's skin was on fire as Morgan stroked up her hands up and down his chest once more. Unable to wait any longer, his hands went to the back of her dress, searching for the zipper. He pulled it down, as Morgan shrugged her arms out of the top. He broke away from the kiss to get a good look at Morgan, astride him. His gaze traveled from her red lips to the black, lacy bra. His hands followed his gaze as he brushed his hands up her sides, stopping when he got to the bra strap. Tentatively, he moved his thumbs under the strap, stroking her soft skin underneath.

Morgan leaned over to his ear and pleaded for him to touch her. She breathed a desperate, "Please!" as she nibbled on his earlobe and worked at the buttons his shirt. In one quick move, the bra was tossed aside and Morgan gasped with pleasure as he ran his hand over her breasts. He savored the touch and taste of her, Morgan's soft moans turning him on even more.

"I can't take it anymore, Greg." Abruptly she stood up, green dress falling to the floor. She stepped out of it and reached out her hand for Greg. Greg drank in the sight of her clad in only a pair of black lace panties and her impossibly high heels, messy blond curls framing her beautiful face.

"I've never been this turned on in my life." He said standing up and taking her hand. He followed her to the bedroom, unable to take his eyes off her perfect backside. He wanted the last of her garments off and he wanted to be on top of her.

Morgan helped Greg with his remaining clothes, taking time to kiss him intimately as the last of their clothes were removed. Lost in the moment, they were finally able to enjoy the touch, sensation and closeness that they had each had been wanting for so long.

Afterwards, they laid together on Morgan's bed, her head resting on his chest and arm around his waist. "I think I'd better write your mom a thank you note for her matchmaking." whispered Morgan.