When the gun touched his arm and Sam hit the button, she expected his eyes to roll back in his head. She expected him to fall into a heap on her living room floor. She knew he was one of them tough guys, but she expected [i]something[/i]. So, when nothing happened, she wasn't exactly the happiest person in the world. Jason, however, let out a snicker which earned him a death glare from Sam

"Stupid, motherfuckin' piece of shit electronic! How does a company expect return business if their shit don't fucking work?!" Sam threw the offending device to the floor and stomped the shit out of it. Stepping around her groceries, she made her way into her apartment.

She had to keep her cool. She couldn't look him in the eyes. Hell, she couldn't look at him period. Sam knew that the moment she gave him an opportunity, he would be all over her. So she made her way to the kitchen and practically yanked the refrigerator door off it's hinges.

When she looked inside, absolutely nothing was staring back at her. The space was like a ghost town. Moving to her cabinets, she found more of the same. She knew she had gone to the store for a reason. Now she blew out a breath and tried to collect her thoughts.

While searching for something, anything, to take her mind off of Jason Morgan, she had felt his eyes watching her every move. He was like a lion stalking its prey. He was quiet, calm, and knew exactly what he wanted. Unfortunately for her, she was what he wanted.

She needed to get him talking, take his mind off of what he currently wanted to do

"How did you find this place? Nobody knows where I live. Not the bank, not the DMV, not the Post Office, not Vinnie, not my own family." Her voice was just above a whisper, but the underlying anger was there

He made a step toward her, she made a step back

"For somebody who doesn't want anyone to know where she lives, you sure were careless. I think you wanted me to find you" He moved closer still. Now an arms length apart, she needed to put more space between them.

"What do you mean, I was being careless? There was nobody following me. I'm [i]always[/i] checking for a tail" Stepping behind the island in the middle of her kitchen, she felt a little safer from him with a giant cabinet separating them

"While you were putty in my hands at the police station, I slipped a tracking device on you car. I was a good three or four blocks away from you at all times. My GPS was giving me turn by turn directions" When Jason made a move to step around the island, Sam moved in the opposite direction

"You put a tracking device on my car!!! What the [i]Fuck[/i]?! Don't you have any respect for a person's privacy? I mean, seriously! What is wrong with you?" Her eyes were pure hatred. His eyes were pure desire

"You want to know what is wrong with me? You really want to know?" He was faster than her and he was determined. Jason swiftly moved around the counter and backed her against the refrigerator. He grabbed her by the ass and pulled her lower body against his.

"You feel that? That is what's wrong with me" Just for good measure, he pulled her closer still, if it was even possible. It was an unnecessary action, in Sam's opinion. She didn't need to feel it. She had seen it the moment he had gotten off the couch. Now that she did feel it, though, her body wanted it bad.

Once again it was a battle between her head and her body. Once again her head was losing, not only the battle, but the war as well. She was so caught up with her conflicting feelings, that it hadn't even registered when he started unbuttoning the blouse that she wore. Not until the shirt hit the floor did she notice his hands beginning to skim over the skin of her stomach

"Are you going to help me with my problem, Samantha?" That caught her attention fairly quick.

"What did you just call me?" Her eyes went dark. Not with desire, but with murdering rage. She slapped his hands away and shoved him backward. When she went to push him again, he caught her hands and held them against his chest.

"You really shouldn't have and answering machine, Samantha. That mother of yours could get you into a lot of trouble with her big mouth." He had them turned by now. Instead of Jason backed against the island, now Sam was. When he released her hands to run his own down her arms, she reached behind her and pulled a knife off the counter

"You do realize that I'm going to have to kill you now, right?" Sam got the weapon right in his face, but he didn't budge from his spot

"I don't think you're going to do it Samantha. I think you want me too bad." He pulled her flush against him, the tip of the knife now in contact with his chin

"Don't underestimate me Jason" She put the slightest pressure against his chin, not enough to break skin but enough that it should cause some pain. In Jason's case, it didn't phase him. If anything, his got darker and his pants got tighter. She was fighting it, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before she caved.

"I would never do such a thing" He lightly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from him. With their hands at their side, Jason pried her fingers open and the knife fell to the floor.

"I fuckin' hate you, Jason Morgan"

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Samantha" His tone was laced with desire and need. He was determined and she realized that she had lost this round

"Oh, what the hell" Sam grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his body as close as she could. Rising to her tippy-toes, she pressed her lips to his in a searing kiss.

Tongues mated with each other while the couple got to know the other's body. Sam had her hands underneath Jason's shirt, while his hands cupped her ass.

Lifting her effortlessly, he sat her on the countertop and stood between her legs. She wrapped them around his waist and dug her heels into his back, pulling them closer. Her hands tangled with his hair. His hands were working on the buttons of her pants.

He had them undone and was about to slide his hand under the waistband of her panties when an annoying beeping sounded.

"My pager" Sam whispered as Jason's mouth moved to suckle on her neck

"Ignore it" He continued to suck until she felt her eyes closing and her hand holding him in place

"It could be important" The pager had brought her back to reality. As much as she wanted to, she knew it would be a mistake sleeping with Jason. She was after his boss. It would be too much of a conflict of interest. Pushing him away from her, she hopped off the counter and picked her blouse up off the floor.

Jason just stood there, watching as she pulled the shirt over her shoulders and started buttoning it. He watched as she grabbed her keys and pager. He watched as she walked right out the door. She was gone, and he was left with yet another full-on erection.

"SHIT" was all he said before kicking the cabinet door. Then a smile came to his lips

"Two can play at this game" He took liberty in looking around her apartment and utilizing her shower. He would wait, he decided, and when she returned, it would be payback time