A/N: I am really glad you all enjoyed the first chapter! Hopefully you'll like this one too. It is a little short, but don't worry there is more coming very soon. If you have any suggestions don't hesitate to pass them on to me in your reviews!

Again, I do not own any of these characters… but it is so much fun to write about them!

Chapter 2 - On top of the world

-- Elizabeth's House --

"Elizabeth, so I just got Mr. Morgan's assistant on the line…"

"His assistant again!" The brunette interrupted while finishing the last touches of her make-up.

"Yes, and like I was saying a car will be here at 7 o'clock."

"Good, good… that leaves me fifteen more minutes to get ready. So, how do I look? Did I go too heavy on the makeup?"

"You look amazing, and I must say that this dress matches your eyes perfectly."

The young woman had opted for a strapless indigo cocktail dress from her own designs. Elizabeth had been making her own clothes since she was a teen and already then she knew that one day she would be a reference name in the fashion world. What she had never anticipated was how difficult and stressful getting to her goal would be.

"Well thank you Maxie, I couldn't disappoint Mr. Morgan now could I?" She said with a full smirk on her face. "And can you believe that I have never actually spoken with him. It really seems like a blind date and I don't do blind dates. For all I know I am going to be bored out of my mind eating in front of an egocentric jerk."

"And maybe you will meet the most fantastic guy ever, and I am sure dinner will be pretty good; I doubt a man like Morgan would take you to a crappy restaurant."

The two women burst out laughing at the assistant's comment.

*****

"The limo's here!" Maxie yelled out of excitement as she saw the black car pull over.

"Punctual at least."

"Here are your shoes." The young assistant handed the black Jimmy Choos to her employer.

"Thanks Maxie. I'm nervous!"

"Don't be, everything will be fine. Alright, have fun… and I know what to do if you give me the signal to cut the date short; although I'm sure I won't need to."

"Great, you're the best!"

"Wow, someone is happy to be going on a date…"

"Ha ha, just very curious about what it is that Morgan really wants. I better go now."

"Have fun!"

Elizabeth left the house and entered the black limo that was parked right in front of her driveway. As she got in the vehicle, she noticed that her dinner date was nowhere to be found. The separating wall behind her and the driver slowly came down as the man started talking to her.

"Good evening Ms. Webber, Mr. Morgan is expecting you and I have instructions to drive you to the location where you will be having dinner."

"Okay… and where would that be?"

"I am sorry but I was told not to disclose that information and only drive you to the said location."

"Is Mr. Morgan playing games with me? I haven't even had the privilege to hear his voice yet and I am expected to take his word and just go wherever he wants me to?" She paused trying to control her growing annoyance. "Please take me to this said location I think I have a lot to discuss with Mr. Morgan."

"Very well."

The driver brought the the separating wall up and started the car. After driving a few miles across town, the Limo pulled over at the Metro Court hotel.

Why all the secrecy? Elizabeth thought.

"Here we are. Someone will lead you to Mr. Morgan."

"Thank you."

-- Metro Court Hotel --

Elizabeth was led to the very top of the Metro Court hotel tower. She was now on the roof of the building which offered a fantastic view of the entire town. A tent had been set up and decorated in a Moroccan theme with colorful veils and pillows and to make everything even more authentic, a faint oriental melody could be heard in the background. At the center of the tent was standing a low dinner table, with two large throw cushions on each side and adorned of jasmine flowers and little candles.

Elizabeth's eyes had not seen more beautiful scenery in ages and she felt like she had just traveled thousands of miles and landed in Marrakech, a place among many that she would love to visit.

This is beautiful. She thought.

"I hope I haven't kept you waiting for too long."

Elizabeth jolted lightly as she heard the deep masculine voice coming from behind her back. She took a deep breath before turning around to face the man behind the very famous name.

Maxie didn't lie. Jason Morgan was stunning, with crystal blue eyes to die for, a very manly jaw line and charismatic shoulders that would make any woman melt very slowly. In a peculiar coincidence, her dinner date had opted for a navy suit under which he wore a light blue shirt with no tie. The young woman had a difficult time not staring blankly at the handsome man in front of her.

That little startle and still face didn't go unnoticed. "I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

"No, you didn't and I don't like waiting Mr. Morgan." Elizabeth said assertively regaining her composure.

"That makes two of us, but my time is worth a lot of money and I had to take an important call from my South American associates. But I am sure you were well taken care off."

Elizabeth smirked at her date's comment; it was going to be a long night.

"How do you like the setting?" He asked.

"It is beautiful; you definitely know how to entertain your guests. Actually, I am fascinated with Morocco, it has to be with Italy two of the places I would love to visit. And the view is just breathtaking." Elizabeth stopped talking so her dinner date wouldn't believe she was actually enjoying her time too much. "I mean it's nice." She finished then cleared her voice.

"Glad to see you like it."

"May I ask you a question Mr. Morgan?"

"Please call me Jason. And you can ask me anything but it doesn't mean I'll give you a satisfying answer." The handsome man replied with poise.

"Jason, why did you invite me out?"

"I thought my assistant was pretty clear on my reasons." The taller man said looking straight into her sapphire blue eyes still with much confidence.

"Yes your assistant, but I want to hear you tell me why I am here exactly." Elizabeth was about to loose her patience and her state of mind was reflected in the tone of her voice.

"Well I am going to be honest with you; I dreaded going to your fashion show but my friend Carly twisted my arm and I found myself in the first row. I really wasn't paying much attention to the clothes, but then I saw you on that stage... you looked perfect. The kind of beauty that just sticks in your mind and I just had to meet you."

Elizabeth was shocked by her date's apparent franc reply. She felt her cheeks warm up at his explanation. "So you mean you actually noticed the tiny me in between all these gorgeous models going down the runway? I would think they are more of your type." She crossed her arms in reaction to his powerful stare.

"I dated my share of models and maybe I am just ready for something more meaningful with a woman who has a lot more in common with me."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, her arms still enveloping her petite figure. I bet he says that to every woman he dates she thought. "I see… And what makes you think I could be that person?"

"I actually don't know that yet, but I have a feeling you are different from any other woman I have met so far."

He continued without taking his sight away from her mesmerizing face. "Life is about taking chances and mine is here tonight. Now you can either play along or leave right now. Although I'll tell you, I don't give up easily." The confidant man lightly grinned, annoying and charming his date at the same time.

"Well… I'm already here… and hungry as hell so I guess I'll play along, for tonight."

"Good. Please have a seat."

The pair reached the table as a server called by Jason approached and got them started on dinner.

As the date went along, watered with very pricey wine, Elizabeth, who remained skeptical about Jason's real motives, was able to see glimpses of the man behind the overconfident jerk. She surely rolled her eyes and quirked her eyebrows a few times but she unexpectedly caught herself enjoying his conversation. Although Jason didn't know squat about fashion, Elizabeth was surprised of how much they had in common; overall they had the same values and both worked hard and had a strong desire to succeed and take their businesses to the next level. Also, Elizabeth had noticed that like hers, Jason's life outside of work seemed relatively empty. And he had been to Italy! Unfortunately his blatant audaciousness remained a turn off for the brunette.

"The limo is downstairs ready to take you home." Jason told a lighthearted Elizabeth who after a couple of wine glasses and fairly interesting conversation felt better than she had in a while. However the brunette wouldn't be caught dead telling that to her impromptu dinner date.

"Thanks for dinner Jason."

"I take it you had a great time… Does that mean you would not object to a second date?"

Elizabeth chuckled. "Did you get all that from the four words I spoke? Yes dinner was nice, but what makes you think I would go out with you again?"

The young lady entered the elevator with an almost devilish smile on her face, leaving Jason wanting more from this petite woman with who he hadn't expected that many sparkles to fly that quickly.

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A/N: So do you think Elizabeth will accept a second date?