~ A Fashion Affair ~

Note: I hope you'll enjoy my new story, I don't want to say much not to spoil anything for you but this fic is of course a Liason story and those who also like Spixie will I think enjoy the later chapters. Alright, read on and please let me know what you think. Any reviews good or bad will always be appreciated! Thanks!

I do not own any of these characters; I just enjoy toying with them a little!

I also have to add that the idea for this first chapter comes from the NBC show Lipstick jungle. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 - Spotted on the Catwalk

-- EW fashion show, Port Charles Fashion Week --

Jason Morgan dreaded packed out environments, especially crowds of overly superficial fashion aficionados. He had never been able to understand the excitement over pieces of textile put together more often than not in a ridiculous way. His job required him to wear suits most of the time, but Jason let his assistant and sometimes his friend Carly pick them out for him.

"A8 and A9… Here are our seats." Jason told Carly hurrying to sit down.

"Jason, thank you so much for coming with me. You will love it you'll see!" The tall blonde woman eagerly said to a visibly uninterested Jason, trying to pass on to him some of her excitement.

"Yeah… I doubt it, and you better thank me… You know I really don't care about fashion and I am already bored out of my mind."

"But the show hasn't even started yet! We have great front row seats and you'll see this Elizabeth Webber has great designs. You can help me pick the ones you think would fit me best." She stated with the largest smile.

Carly Jacks was thrilled to be parading around town with the extremely handsome, tremendously successful and very eligible Jason Morgan; making each and every woman in Port Charles envious. Who needed a designer bag when you had that stallion at your arm? She had begged and pleaded for hours before the man she considered her best and probably only friend finally accepted to accompany her.

"You promised that if I accepted to escort you I would only have to sit and try not to fall asleep."

"But Jason! You need to help me and give me your opinion about what you think I should wear and…"

"Carly! I'm not your husband!" Jason spit out regretting the words right as they came out of his mouth.

"Ok, that was cold… you know that if Jax hadn't left me he'd be the one here with me right now. I asked you here to help me get over the whole break up and that's how you take it?" Tears started forming in her eyes as she spoke.

"I… I'm sorry, I accepted to sit through a boring fashion show only because I know you need the distraction."

A smile was quickly back on Carly's face as she held Jason's arm close to her in an attempt to prevent him from running away and at the same time reminding all the eyes around that she was the only woman with the privilege of being that close to Jason Morgan.

-- EW fashion show, backstage --

"Okay, I need Gisele, Adrianna, Tyra, Alessandra…" Elizabeth looked over the sheet of paper placed on the clipboard in her hand. "Maxie! Get me all the models over here right now! Two minutes to the show!"

The young assistant appeared clothes, charts and walkie-talkie in hand. "Sure right now. All the models get in position!"

Elizabeth Webber, in vogue fashion designer, was presenting her fall collection at Port Charles Fashion week. She was living her dream, a successful career in the fashion industry with a name recognized by many.

EW had been a hot topic for the past few months but that overwhelming success created an obligation to follow up with an amazing collection, up to the expectations, as all the critics were ready to rip her to shreds if she didn't deliver. Elizabeth was betting big on this new line for which she took a few risks using different fabrics and innovative designs hoping change would pay off but in the fashion industry, you were either in or you were not.

"Alright everyone, this is it! Give it your all!"

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"The show was amazing! What did you think? Did you see that last coat? I have to get that coat." Carly told her best friend while clapping. "Jason! I am talking to you."

"What Carly, you said something." Jason said without moving his sight away from the catwalk.

"Yes… and what has you so interested anyway?"

"Is that the designer?" The tall man said still not looking at Carly.

"Yes, that tiny lady right there. Why? I thought you weren't interested in fashion."

"In fashion? No." Jason said with a large grin on his face. "Alright, show's over. I can go now."

"But…" Carly started saying but stopped right when she saw Jason walk in the direction of the exit. "Hey, wait for me at least!"

-- Morgan Enterprises --

Since coming back from the fashion show Carly had dragged Jason to the day before, his mind had strangely been occupied by the mesmerizing little brunette who shyly made her way down the catwalk under the crowd's applause. And usually when something bothered a powerful man like Jason Morgan, he took action.

"My master is in need of my cyber skills for a most confidential matter?" Spinelli poked his head in the oversized and sternly decorated office of the CEO of Morgan enterprises.

"Come in Spinelli." Jason shouted out from behind his desk.

"Why did Stone Cold summon the Jackal?"

"I need you to find everything you can on someone."

"The Jackal is in need of more information if you would like him to investigate about that mysterious human being."

"Elizabeth Webber, that's the name. All I know is that she is a clothes designer. She has her own brand called EW." The imposing man said while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"The assassin of the internet now has everything he needs to find most valuable information for his master. But, may I ask why is Stone Cold inquiring about that person? Investment opportunity perhaps?"

"You could say that. Just let me know when you find what I asked for. I'll be waiting."

"And the Jackal will deliver."

"Spinelli! Not a word to anyone, especially not Carly." Jason asked of his friend before letting him get on with his assignment.

"The Jackal will stay mute about his master's request." Spinelli left for his office in the company's tech support department.

-- EW Offices --

Maxie knocked lightly at her boss' office door. "Elizabeth? I have the hot chocolate you asked me for."

The young fashion designer lifted her head from her desk long enough to tell her assistant to come in then buried it again in her crossed arms. She muttered a few words, inaudible to the diligent assistant.

"What was that? Are you ok? You know it's not healthy to stay locked in here without talking to anyone…"

"Just put the cup over there." She interrupted the chatty young woman pointing a side table close to the door. "Or you can have it; I don't feel like drinking it anymore." A worn out Elizabeth ran her fingers through her hair in a sign of desperation. "Have you seen what they are saying about EW? About me? They write that my collection was a real flop, nothing fresh and a total lack of imagination. Here read it."

She handed the newspaper article to Maxie who took it from her hands and quickly put it away, out of her boss' sight.

"Don't worry about what they say, they are critics, they are paid to be negative. They'd be out of a job if they only had nice things to say."

"I know, but this was my chance to show everyone that my success isn't only based on luck and that I actually have talent. And I failed."

"Oh but you don't know that yet! Who cares about what the papers say, what matters are the customers and people love your work Elizabeth."

"Yeah some people do… but for how long? There are so many good designers out there they'll just forget about me and poof! It will be the end of EW."

"Don't say that…" Maxie got interrupted by the phone ringing on her desk. "Sorry… Let me go get that."

"Transfer the call only if it is extremely important. I don't feel like talking to anyone!" The brunette yelled at her assistant who was already out of her office then let her head drop back on her desk.

*****

"EW offices, how may I help you?"

"Hi, my name is Jillian and I am calling on behalf of Jason Morgan of Morgan Enterprises who would like to set up a meeting with Ms. Webber." The woman spoke very fast almost as if she was reciting an automatic message.

Maxie quickly asked in anticipation. "Is this about a possible sponsorship?"

"More of a personal matter."

"Oh okay, well let me see about any opening in her schedule and I'll get back to you with a…"

"Actually Mr. Morgan would like to meet Ms. Webber for dinner tonight." The secretary interrupted.

"Tonight? Dinner? Ok… what is this about?"

"Well Mr. Morgan was in the audience of her show yesterday and he really enjoyed it and he finds Ms. Webber very attractive and according to Google she is single."

"Excuse me, but are you asking Elizabeth on a date?"

"Yes, well my boss is."

Maxie could almost hear a big fat NO coming from miles away. "Okay… Hmm… let me take up this request to Elizabeth, although knowing her I can't guarantee anything."

The surprised blonde girl ran out of her chair and stormed right into the fashion designer's office.

"You will never believe what that call is about!"

"Then please just tell me." Elizabeth's curiosity was awoken by her assistant's agitated state.

"Jason Morgan, as a Jason Morgan most eligible bachelor in Port Charles would like to have dinner with you tonight." She paused gauging her employer's face for a reaction. "Tonight!" She repeated not sure Elizabeth heard her the first time around.

"What? Who?" A disbelieving Elizabeth asked Maxie. "

"Jason Morgan! You know, Morgan Enterprises, they pretty much own the whole city. It was formerly ELQ but when Morgan took over and expanded he changed the company name to Morgan Enterprises."

"Yes I know who he is but no… absolutely not!" The artist exclaimed. "Go tell Mr. Morgan that I am not interested. I have way too much on my mind to complicate my life with dating. Tell him that I respectfully decline the invitation."

"Well I didn't talk to Mr. Morgan himself but his assistant, which was strange… she told me that…"

Elizabeth swiftly straightened up in her chair. "Wait, you mean he didn't even call himself to invite me out, he actually had his assistant do that for him. Talk about presumptuous!"

"I know, that's kind of weird, but I still think you should say yes."

An incredulous Elizabeth opened her eyes wide. "Really? Why?"

"First of all because he's hot, then because he is a prominent businessman and you two would make a power couple. And don't get me started on the benefits for EW! Oh and did I mention he was hot? You've been so worried and buried in your work that you need the distraction, which means I won't have to endure your mood swings any longer…"

Maxie paused for air, and then continued with as much energy. "No one is telling you to marry the guy, just go have dinner with him and let the tabloids get all hyped about it. If he is really that big of a jerk then you don't have to see him ever again."

"Hmm… you make valid points, but I don't…"

"There is no but, this is the perfect opportunity! You have to accept the offer!"

"I don't know Maxie." The designer hesitated.

Maxie's huge orbs were fixated on Elizabeth waiting for an answer. "She said he really enjoyed your show." The assistant said lowering her voice in a last effort to convince Elizabeth to say yes. "And that he thought you were gorgeous."

Elizabeth took a few seconds to weight in all the arguments her assistant had thrown at her. She finally made a decision that came with a heavy sight. "Alright, tell his assistant that I will go to dinner with Mr. Morgan tonight. And we will see what this is all about."

"Yes!" The young assistant screamed out excitedly.

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