Morgan's On First by jeter4life27

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Chapter 1

2-28-2006 Tampa, Florida New York Bullets spring training facility

“God I hate Florida.” Elizabeth Webber was mumbling to herself as she stepped out of her nice, air-conditioned Viper and into the oppressive Florida heat. Even in late February it was too hot and sticky for her. “Every damn year I try to get our facility moved to Arizona but that asshole commissioner won’t let me.” She continued with her mumbled ramblings as she pulled her briefcase from the car. Elizabeth was the picture of professionalism in a gray mid-length skirt and a brilliant blue button-up shirt and high heels, both of which matched her favorite car.

She sauntered towards the building-a small three story affair-and spotted a glistening Harley in the first spot. It was a handicapped spot but Elizabeth paid no mind to that; she had wondered for years what a ride on one of these machines would feel like. Her hand trailed across the hot leather seat as another mumble escaped her lips. “I’m gonna have to find the owner and get myself a ride.” As she resumed her walk to the entrance she didn’t notice the ice-blue eyes that peered down at her from her office window.

Elizabeth made her way up to the third floor in the elevator and greeted her secretary Emily Quartermaine with a bright smile. “Good morning Ms. Webber, wait, there’s someone here to…”

Elizabeth cut her off as she opened her office door and turned back to face Emily, “Hold all my calls and when Mr. Morgan finally decides to grace us with his presence, bring him to me.” Emily tried to stop her again but it was no use, Elizabeth slammed her office door and turned around to see a pair of black motorcycle boots propped on the corner of her mahogany desk. The boots were attached to legs clad in blue jeans and the owner’s torso was covered in a very sexy black leather jacket. “Mr. Morgan, so glad you could join us.”

“Jason.” When Elizabeth just stared at him he clarified, “call me Jason.”

Elizabeth moved behind her desk and sat down in her leather chair. “Okay Jason, when we signed your contract I asked you to be here a week ago.”

“I would have been but my motorcycle broke down and I had to spend a few days in some small town in North Carolina.”

Elizabeth laughed then when she realized Jason was the owner of that delicious Harley down stairs, “I’ve been to North Carolina Jason, they have phones.”

Jason swung his feet off the desk and sat up straight in his chair, “Correct me if I’m wrong but I do believe I wasn’t actually required to be here until today? Here I am.”

“Well Jason, I am paying you a fortune to play first base for me so a little consideration would be nice in the future.”

“Of course Ms. Webber, I wouldn’t want to upset the owner now would I?” Jason smiled then and Elizabeth discovered right then that she loved his smile.

“You didn’t have a problem upsetting your last owner did you?”

“Lucky Spencer? That pencil-dicked idiot can’t handle any man that will stand up for himself.” Elizabeth kept a her gaze level but laughed hysterically inside-she knew first hand all about Lucky and his ‘pencil-dick’. She blushed when she realized her thoughts had wandered around to Jason-she doubted he had any trouble in that area.

Elizabeth stood from her desk and extended her hand, “In any case, I think we’re fortunate to have you on the team Jason.” He took her hand then and a bolt of electricity sliced through them both. “You better get to the clubhouse, Luke doesn’t take kindly to tardiness.”

Jason smiled again as he released her hand and turned for the door. He turned back to Elizabeth as he opened it, “Ms. Webber I just want to thank you for your belief in my abilities as a ball player. I really needed to get out of Green Bay and make a new start. I plan to do everything I can to put this team back on the top.”

“That’s why I brought you here Jason.” Elizabeth moved around her desk and closer to Jason, “Just two things before you go-you can call me Elizabeth, don’t park in the handicapped spot and how can you wear that jacket in this heat?”

“That was three things! And I can’t really feel temperature extremes.” He turned and walked out the door leaving her to wonder just how that could be. She also wondered how in the world she was going to maintain a strictly professional relationship with the games best player. Her thinking was interrupted by a loud revving and she walked to the window. Jason sat atop his Harley and winked up at her before speeding to the other side of the complex. “Oh I am definitely in trouble with this one.”

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Chapter 2

Elizabeth Webber had always loved baseball, ever since she was a little girl. Her grandfather was the original owner of the Bullets and she had been attending games as long as she could remember. She loved everything about the game; the smell of the grass, the crack of the bat, and mostly the players. She had always fallen easily for men in baseball uniforms but she learned a long time ago that those relationships never went anywhere. So she would just have to stay as far away as possible from Jason Morgan, his looks and his motorcycle.

The Bullets had an impressive history, 28 championships in just 50 years. No Other team even came close to that and Elizabeth had learned early on as owner that it didn’t take much to get the leagues best players on her team. At least, that was, until Jason Morgan came along. In his four years as a big league first baseman he had managed some outstanding things- rookie of the year, batting champion, and in just his third year he had one the leagues MVP award. But he also quickly gained a reputation for his bad attitude; he hardly spoke to his team-mates and had several public confrontation’s with former boss Lucky Spencer. They hated each other, that was no secret, so when his contract expired Elizabeth assumed she wasn’t going to have to lift a finger to sign him. But as negotiations drug on into December Elizabeth came to the conclusion that Jason Morgan liked being an asshole. Although he never personally showed up for the negotiations, he had a problem with every single thing she wanted in his contract. But when it came down to it, he signed the same contract they originally agreed to. Apparently he just wanted everyone to know, he could stall the deal as long as he wanted. Elizabeth hoped once he actually joined the team he would be a little more cooperative, she somehow knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to have to call him to her office for anymore private chats.

The Bullets first spring training game was about to start as Elizabeth made her way to her seat. Bullets number one pitcher Lorenzo Alcazar looked impressive in his two innings of work as did several of the team’s relief pitchers. And then there was Jason-he played three innings at first and made more spectacular plays than some players make in a month. He also hit the homerun that would hold up as the game winner. But Elizabeth wasn’t interested in any of that-she had been watching hi interaction with his team-mates and manager Luke Spencer. She didn’t think she saw him say a single word to any of them.

After the game she made her way to Luke’s office next to the player’s locker room. She found her cantankerous manager sipping brandy-at least she thought it was brandy. Elizabeth hadn’t been much of a drinker since that Vegas thing! She quickly shook that memory away and found Luke with his feet propped on his desk looking over the games stat sheet. “Well I guess we know Morgan’s rep wasn’t made up by a bunch of over stuffed reporter’s.” Luke still didn’t look up from his liquor “He’s the best ball player I’ve seen in decades. But I ain’t gonna put up with the same crap my shit-head of a son did.”

Elizabeth plopped down in a chair and sighed, “Do you think his attitude will really be a huge problem?” She took his silence as a yes. “Damn it. I thought getting him on a real contender would mellow him out.”

Luke finally looked up then and swung his feet to the floor. He propped his elbows on his desk and Elizabeth swore she saw a ghost of a smile cross his lips as he said “Sweetie there’s only one thing that’ll calm that SOB down.” He let out a huge laugh and his wink had Elizabeth huffing in irritation as she quickly rose and made her way to the door. As she was halfway out Luke called to her again, “His attitude might be bad for the team’s morale, but I gotta feelin’ Jason Morgan is gonna do wonders for your morale.”

Elizabeth could hear Luke’s laughter long after she slammed the door. She would have continued her stomping all the way outside if she hadn’t rounded a corner and slammed into what had to be the world’s hardest chest! The arms attached to the glorious hunk automatically found her waist to steady her and Elizabeth’s hands, entirely of their own volition she was sure, found their way to his wet, naked pecs. She looked down and found more skin until it met a white terry-cloth towel followed by equally naked calves. Her body was absolutely tingling at the contact and she knew before she even looked up- God was cruel, why else would she bump into a half naked Jason Morgan in a very public corridor? When she finally looked at his face she found his hair wet and tousled from an obvious shower and she looked right into the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. She had no idea how she hadn’t noticed them at their first meeting.

Elizabeth’s throat went as dry as the Gobi and she wet her lips. Jason’s eyes blazed at the small movement but it flashed by so quickly she couldn’t be sure it even happened. He had his stone mask back in place too fast for Elizabeth to realize the fire that blazed inside of him at her touch. Jason didn’t realize that his thumbs had started caressing her hips until she let out the smallest and sexiest whimper he had ever heard.

Her cell phone chose that exact moment to start blaring her ring-tone-Bon Jovi’s Lay Your Hands On Me.

What you get ain't always what you see
But satisfaction's guaranteed
They say what you give is always what you need
So if you want me to lay my hands on you

Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me,
Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me,

Jason actually smirked at the running chorus before abruptly pulling his hands away and sauntering back towards the locker room. Elizabeth released a breath-whether it was one of relief or disappointment she wasn’t sure- and answered her phone.

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Chapter 3

Emily, I’m outta here for the night. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Elizabeth was finally leaving the Bullets Spring complex after a very long day. And her run-in with a towel clad Jason hadn’t made it go any faster. All afternoon she could think of nothing else. Well, maybe she had thought about a completely naked Jason but that was neither here nor there. She exited her office and said goodnight to her overly cheery secretary.

“Bye Ms. Webber. Have a fantastic evening!” Emily was beaming and Elizabeth couldn’t help but wonder why.

“Emily, do you have a date?” Emily just grinned at her. “So you do! Who’s the guy? He certainly has you all giddy.”

Emily looked down to shuffle some papers and Elizabeth could see that she wanted to avoid that particular question so she let her. “What time is Commissioner Corinthos supposed to be here in the morning?”

Emily looked down at her bosses calendar and tried to hide her blush. “He’ll be here at 9.”

Elizabeth looked at her curiously. Certainly the young secretary wasn’t having a secret affair with the much older commissioner. Was she? She let the question slide, although she thought he was a complete jerk, it really wasn’t any of her business what Emily did. Even if Corinthos’ ex-wife made it terrible for anyone he dated. “Okay, I’ll see you then.”

Elizabeth made her way out of the building and to her prized automobile. Her 1964 ½ Mustang convertible had been a gift from her grandfather on her sixteenth birthday and she had cherished it ever since. As she made her way to the car she could see liquid streaming out from under it. “Damn it. Pablo are you leaking again?”

“Who’s Pablo?”

Elizabeth jumped three feet into the air at the husky words whispered into her ear. She didn’t even have to turn around, once again her body knew who was there before her mind could comprehend. “Jason, you scared me.”

Jason moved around her to look at her car. “Looks like a transmission problem. You won’t be driving this anywhere tonight.”

Elizabeth let out a huff and set her briefcase on the ground. “Great, how am I supposed to get home? Pablo, why do you always do this at the worst possible time?”

“Why do you call your car Pablo?”

Once again Elizabeth was surprised by Jason’s proximity. “When my grandfather gave him to me he insisted I name him and Pablo was the first thing that came to my mind.”

Jason turned and looked at the car. “The first thing huh? Doesn’t really look like a Pablo to me. Maybe a Juan Carlos!”

Elizabeth playfully smacked Jason on the arm and for some reason her hand didn’t want to leave the sculpted flesh. “Okay, I confess, Pablo was the name of the Bullet’s short stop at the time and I was completely in love with him.”

“Ah-ha. Pablo Ruiz, Manny’s uncle. He was a great ball player.” His gaze wandered over her pant clad legs and back to her eyes. “So you’ve always been hot for baseball players.”

“Always? What the hell- I’m not hot for any baseball player!”

Jason looked down to her hand, still on his arm and smirked. “Then how come you’re caressing my arm?”

She pulled her hand away and tried to hide her sigh at the loss of contact. “Are you gonna stand there and give me a hard time or are you gonna help me find a way home?”

Jason bent to retrieve her briefcase. “Do you need this tonight?” She shook her head no so Jason placed it in the backseat of her car and closed the door. “In that case I can give you a ride home.”

Elizabeth’s eyes lit up and a smile bloomed across her face. “On your Harley?”

“I don’t ride anything else.” He walked around her and put his hand at the small of her back and led her towards the machine. When they reached it he bent to grab his helmet and took the opportunity to whisper in her ear. “I take that back. There might be one other thing I’d like to ride.”

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It was official, Elizabeth Webber had died and gone to heaven. Not only had she finally gotten to feel the power of a Harley but she got to spend the entire ride with her arm’s wrapped around Jason Morgan’s fabulous waist. And she might admit to stroking him a time or two as well. And just maybe to the fact that she had really enjoyed whispering the directions to her house in Jason’s ear.

Her house was about an hour from the complex so she had plenty of time to relax and enjoy it. Not that she could really relax thinking about Jason wanting to ride her-at least that’s what she hoped he meant!

When they arrived at her house she was extremely disappointed that the trip was over. She climbed off and removed her helmet as Jason parked the bike and got off himself. She suddenly felt nervous about having Jason at her house, not that he scared her but it would be considered extremely inappropriate for her, the game’s only female owner, to have a relationship with a player.

She fiddled with the hem of her shirt and Jason could see her struggling with herself. “Looks like a beautiful home Elizabeth.”

“Thank you Jason. And thanks for the ride.”

She turned to head towards the house only to find Jason following her. When they reached the door she opened her mouth to tell him goodnight but somewhere between her brain and her lips the words changed. “Would you like to come in, have a beer?”

Jason smiled, just a little, and nodded his agreement. “Sounds great.”
Three hours later the twosome sat on Elizabeth’s couch sipping icy cold beer. So far the conversation had ranged from their mutual love of baseball to their mutual hatred of Lucky Spencer, and how Elizabeth ever ended up with him in the first place. They had agreed that youth and stupidity make a dangerous combination.

Than Elizabeth decided to broach the subject of Jason’s surly attitude with most people. A few beers lowered her inhibitions quite nicely she was finding. “Jason, why are you such and ass to everybody?” As soon as the words left her mouth she was mortified. Now she remembered why she quit drinking. “Oh Jason, I am so sorry, that came out all wrong.” Her hand found his thigh and that seemed to distract him from her blunder.

“It’s okay. I am mean to most people. Just saves me time. And heartache.”

He looked away when he realized that the beer had loosened his lips as well. “I’ve just never had much use for casual relationships.”

Elizabeth suddenly wasn’t listening, she was entranced by his lips and the burning desire to know if they tasted as delicious as they looked. Jason noticed that her attention was no longer focused on his eyes and his blood sang when she licked her lips. The twosome moved together as if pulled by some invisible force until finally their lips met. Their kiss was hot and Jason’s lips demanded Elizabeth give all she had.

Jason moved over her and laid her on the couch below him. His jean clad leg slipped between her thighs and his hands found the bottom of her shirt. His hands were about to find her silk bra when a loud “oh my god” was heard across the room.

Jason stopped and half-turned to look towards the voice and Elizabeth pushed him to the floor in her haste to get up. “Chloe! I didn’t realize you were back.”

Chloe Morgan, Bullets General Manager, bent to set her suitcases on the floor as she chuckled at her friend and the hot man on the floor. “Obviously!” She moved toward the pair and extended her hand to Jason once he was back on his feet. “So nice to see you again Mr. Morgan. Good game today.”

Jason was completely mortified and Chloe swore that his tan skin was blushing. Elizabeth was doing a good job of blushing herself and turned, not wanting to face her current roommate.

Chloe moved back to her bags and picked them up. “Well, I’ve had a long flight, I think I’ll head to my room. You two pretend I wasn’t even here.”

Elizabeth mumbled a “yeah right” as Chloe left the room and then turned to find Jason smirking down at her.

“Elizabeth, why didn’t you tell me that the she lived here?”
“She doesn’t. Well, I mean, she’s staying here right now because her apartment building had a fire. We’ve been friends for years so I offered her a room until she gets settled again.” She let out a grunt and moved away from Jason. She definitely needed distance right now. “Besides, I don’t think I have been thinking clearly at all tonight.” She headed for the front door and Jason could see her emotionally retreating. She opened the door and waved him out. “You should go Jason, this shouldn’t have even happened to begin with.”

Jason shook his head and moved towards her. “You’re right. Two adults who find each other attractive should never kiss.” And then he calmly walked out the door.

Elizabeth closed the large wooden door and slammed her head against it. “What a disaster that turned out to be.”

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Chapter 4

While he didn’t know Elizabeth Webber well, Jason felt very confident in his assessment that avoidance must be one of her hidden talents. After all she’d been doing nothing but avoiding him like he’d caught the bird flu ever since their beer-buzzed encounter three weeks ago.

She seemed to want to get away from him so bad that she’d even left Florida for New York before Spring Training was even over. He couldn’t help wondering what would’ve happened if Chloe hadn’t barged in; she always did have the worst timing.

It was opening day at Bullets Stadium in New York City and Jason sat in the clubhouse mulling over Elizabeth’s sudden detachment, and how to convince her that if she wasn’t ready for anything more than a friendship that that was okay with him?

For today he would have to try and put that out of his mind. Not only were their arch-rivals the Green Bay Winnebego’s in town for the first series of the season, but Jason still didn’t have an apartment in the city. He picked up the real estate section of the Times and decided to concentrate on that until game time.

“Morgan you still ain’t found an apartment?” Bullet’s third basemen Johnny O’Brien sat at his locker next to Jason’s and started to lace up his cleats.

Jason turned to face him and set down the paper. The two had been teammates at Stanford and Johnny was one of the few people Jason would consider a good friend. “No man, there isn’t anything out there. All the building’s I’ve looked at aren’t exactly itching to have me and my reputation living there.”

Johnny had his uniform on now so he say back and propped his feet up inside his locker. “You should talk to Luke, he owns a couple apartment building’s here in the city.”

“He does?”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure he’d help you out.”

Jason shook his friends hand and then stood to out on his jersey. “Thanks Jobi, I’ll talk to him after the game.”

Johnny smacked Jason across the calf with his glove and tried his best to look angry. “I wish you’d stop calling me that.”

Jason turned back and let his smirk show just a little. “As soon as you quit calling me J-Mo!”

Johnny let out a huge laugh and the whole clubhouse turned to look at the pair. “I can’t. It’s just too funny.”

“Oh yeah reminding me of that skank I dated is just great. I don’t know how many times I told her to stop saying that?”

“God I hated that screeching bitch. What was her name?”

“Sam.”

Johnny threw himself onto the couch in the center of the room. “What ever happened to her?”

“Don’t know. I tried real hard to keep as far away from her as possible.”

“Maybe the VD finally got her?”

Jason just laughed as he strolled out of the clubhouse, leaving Johnny chuckling to himself.

Johnny looked up t find half the team staring at him. Catcher Max Giambetti decided to speak for the team. “How the hell did you get him to do that?”

“What?”

“Laugh. Usually he just sits alone and sulks.”

Johnny just shrugged as he stood to face everyone. “Jason’s really a great guy. You just gotta know what button’s not to push.”

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“Elizabeth I don’t understand why you’re hiding. It was just a kiss.”

“Chloe, you saw us. It was more than a kiss and you know it.”

Elizabeth and Chloe sat in the middle of Elizabeth’s Manhattan apartment looking over the Bullet’s current payroll and potential trade prospects. The two had been friends for years so it was only natural that Chloe be given a job with the Bullets when Elizabeth took over full ownership. It didn’t take her long to prove herself and soon she climbed all the way to the General Manager position. She was the only female GM in baseball and she and Elizabeth had worked tirelessly to turn the franchise into the best in the league. And that hadn’t left either much chance for a social life and Chloe had hoped that Elizabeth would give Jason a chance.

“Come on Liz. Jason’s a great guy. Why don’t you just give him a chance?”

Elizabeth got up from the leather sofa and moved to the window. “Chloe you know this is just a disaster waiting to happen. I mean an owner and a player? Come on the commissioner wouldn’t allow it.”

Chloe turned on the couch to face her boss and friend. “Like Sonny can say anything about it. He’s the one sleeping with your twenty year old secretary.”

Elizabeth turned her head and smirked. “I knew that’s why Emily was so giddy lately. She must see a side of him we don’t.”

“Yeah, like every side.” Chloe chuckled as Elizabeth turned up her nose. “And don’t change the subject. We’re talking about you and Jason.”

“There is no me and Jason. And besides, if he’s so wonderful why don’t you date him?”

Chloe turned away and seemed very interested in the chair across from her. “I can’t.”

Elizabeth walked back to the couch and crossed her arms over her chest. “Why not?”

“He’s my cousin.”

“You’re what?” Elizabeth’s arms flew to her side. “Jason is your cousin? Why did I never know this? And why didn’t I ever ask? How stupid am I?”

“I know I should have told you. But when Jason was at Stanford I was already assistant GM and we both thought it would just be easier if people didn’t know.”

Elizabeth plopped back onto the couch and threw her head back. “I can understand that but you know it wouldn’t have mattered to me.”

“I’m sorry. I know it was dumb but it doesn’t change the fact that you should give him a chance.”

“I just can’t, okay? Now lets drop it, we need to get to the stadium.”

Both women stood and grabbed their briefcases. As they moved to the door Chloe stopped Elizabeth with a hand on her shoulder. “You know this conversation isn’t over?”

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Elizabeth and Chloe arrived at the stadium just in time to make it to the luxury owner’s box for team introductions. The Bullet’s announcer, Joe Bob Billingsly, had just finished with the Winnebego’s starting line-up and began announcing the Bullet’s. The crowd went wild with each name but the girls especially went crazy over Jason. Not that Elizabeth could blame them.

Lorenzo Alcazar took the mound as the opening day starter since he was the team’s ace. Elizabeth looked around the rest of the field, feeling confident that they had assembled the best team possible. Max had been the starting catcher for three years and his younger brother Milo was a rookie starting in left field. Antony Costollano was in center field for the second year and Duke Jackson was starting his sixth season in right field. Joining Jason in the all new infield was Johnny at third, Manny Ruiz at shortstop and Cooper Hatfield at second base. The Bullet’s five pitcher rotation consisted of Lorenzo, Patrick Drake, Justus Ward, Ric Lansing and Zander Smith. All five pitchers had been with the team for at least four years and Elizabeth was confident they had the best starters in the league.

Her only real source of worry was the bullpen, but she hoped the trio of Jesus Sanchez, Francis Corelli and closer John McBain would be able to carry them through the long season. Chloe had been working on some possible trades to bring in some better relievers but nothing was completed yet.

Before she knew what had happened Lorenzo had struck out the side in the top of the first and the Bullet’s were getting ready to bat in the bottom of the inning.

Manny was due up first and he hit a hard grounder straight up the middle for a lead-off single. Johnny came up next and fought off several pitches before blooping it into right for a single. Manny moved to third and the Bullet’s were in business. Jason came up next and Elizabeth was positive he looked up and locked eyes with her on his way to the batter’s box.

Jason had been paid several million to come play for the Bullet’s and in his first at bat he wouldn’t disappoint. The first pitch was a belt-high fastball on the outer half of the plate and Jason hammered it to straight-away center for a three-run homerun.

The rest of the game went pretty much that same way and the Bullet’s won the game 10-0, Alcazar getting the complete game shutout. The Bullet’s season was definitely off to a good start.

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Chapter 5

Losing, Jason decided, sucked ass. Big time. After the Bullet’s opening day victory they lost five in a row. Jason himself was in an 0-17 slump and had committed four errors; more than he had made in the entire previous season. He had been so distracted by the losing streak that he hadn’t even tried to see Elizabeth who had managed to avoid him since fleeing Florida. He was beginning to wonder if his sexual frustration over the brunette was contributing to his on field woes. He couldn’t help but wondering how this woman had gotten under his skin so quickly.

Topping off his terrible week was the fact that Jason was still in a hotel room, unable to find an apartment. He stood, arms crossed over his chest, staring out the window. The brick wall across the street wasn’t thrilling him too much at the moment either. He spun around and drug his hands through his hair. “You’d think a five-fucking star hotel could at least give me a goddamn view of the city instead of Anna & Dawn’s T-Shirt Shop.” He spun around again and glared at the stores sign- Sarcasm: 5 Cents A Letter, Any Color, Any Style!

The cell phone he had tossed on the desk rang and Jason practically flew across the room to pick it up. He didn’t bother with niceties after checking the caller id. “Luke? Please tell me you found me an apartment?”
Luke’s chuckle echoed through the phone. “What’s a matter Morgan? You don’t like the view? Do they still got that shirt in the window that says ‘Whore’s Hate Rules’?”

“Luke?”

“Yeah kid?”

“The apartment?” Jason’s clipped tone didn’t faze the old manager in the least.

“Not a fan of the whore shirt huh? How about the one that says-”

“LUKE! Geez, would you just get to the point?”

“Oh sure. Gotcha all set in a swanky penthouse in Manhattan. You can move in today.”


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“I hate rain-outs. Especially with the Gardener’s in town, we could have actually won this game.” Elizabeth Webber stood at her penthouse window staring out at the Empire State Building. Chloe had called to discuss a possible trade but the two had decided the team was fine; there was no need to replace anyone this early in the season. “Yeah Chloe, I’ll talk to you later. I’m gonna run and get some ice cream.”

It was really coming down now so Elizabeth decided to call the neighborhood grocery to bring her some of her favorite ice cream. She was craving it so bad she decided to meet the delivery boy in the lobby. So she waited just inside the front door, chatting with Coleman, the building’s doorman. Ten minutes later she had her ice cream and was in the elevator climbing to the penthouse level. She couldn’t wait any longer so she opened the pint of mint-chocolate chip and reached in to pull out a glob with her finger. Just as her finger entered her mouth the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. She looked up to see Jason Morgan standing before her. His eyes darkened when she pulled her finger out and licked the tip.

“Jason, what are you doing here?”

He moved aside to let her exit the elevator. “I’m moving in. What are you doing here?”

“You’re moving in? I live here. How did you get this apartment?”

“I asked Luke if there were any vacant apartments in any of his buildings and he gave me this one.”

“Damn him, he promised me he’d leave it empty.”
Elizabeth finally began moving towards her door and Jason followed. “Look, if it’s a problem I’ll go back to the hotel and look for something else.”

They entered the apartment together and Elizabeth made her way to the kitchen to get a spoon. “No Jason. It’s fine.” When he looked at her skeptically she tried again to convince him. “Seriously, I just didn’t want some stuck up, rich mobster moving in. But I’m sure you’ll be a great neighbor.”

Jason looked at her, his head tipped slightly to the side and smiled. “Ok.”

The two of them stood in the middle of her open penthouse and Jason couldn’t help but take in the furniture. It was all leather and modern looking, nothing flowery or frilly here. The floors were hardwood just like his own and the view was worth every penny.

Elizabeth took a heaping spoonful of her ice cream and Jason seemed fixated on her mouth. When she cleared her throat he looked away, trying to cover his uncharacteristic blush. When he looked back Elizabeth had a smirk on her face- an Jason liked it. A lot. He thought about making her blush with a comment about her lips or tongue, but went for the ice cream pint instead.

He took it in his large hand and turned it around to see the label. “Mr. Big Ice Cream?” That did it. Elizabeth blushed at his raised eyebrows before abruptly reaching to grab the carton. Jason wouldn’t let go so Elizabeth moved her hand to his wrist. Her finger slowly traced a circle along the back of it and Jason suddenly dropped the ice cream. It hit the floor with a thud and bits of green flew out and dotted the floor. The pair stood staring at each other before simultaneously bending to pick up the frozen dessert. In true fashion, their heads butted and Jason reached to Elizabeth’s shoulder to steady them both.

Before either knew what happened Jason latched his hand around her neck and brought the pair to their feet, then pulled her body flush with his for a searing kiss. Their tongues dueled and Elizabeth’s hands found their way to the hem of Jason’s shirt. She reached under the soft cotton and touched his burning flesh, feeling his rock hard abs; and she wanted more.

Somewhere in her mind it registered that she was supposed to push him away. After all, she was the one who told him it couldn’t happen again. But when his hand massaged the back of her neck in exactly the right spot- she just couldn’t stop herself.

Fate had other plans.

Jason’s pocket started vibrating-and not in a good way. She reached her hand under the band of his jeans, hoping he would ignore his phone, now ringing to the tune of Wild Thing.

Elizabeth chuckled at the song but the pair kept up their frantic kisses even as Jason reached for his phone. He gave her tongue one final suck before pulling away to answer-Jason wanted to kill the bastard that ever invented the cell phone in the first place at the moment. He opened his mouth to say hello but snapped it shut again when a moan threatened to escape instead.

Elizabeth’s hand, still just under his waist band, had moved around to grip his hip. Five minutes from now he would regret this, but Jason had to pull away from his beautiful boss. She didn’t fight him, not that she even had the strength to move, so he moved to the window to take the call.

Blasted ice cream. If she hadn’t been craving it she never would have been in that elevator, never would have run into Jason, and she definitely wouldn’t have ended up throwing herself at him. Now she was left standing in the middle of her living room staring down at the melting confection, totally embarrassed.

She hadn’t even heard a word of Jason’s conversation, hadn’t even really remembered that he was there until he was next to her, his hand on her back. He placed a kiss on her cheek and she jumped. He chuckled, glad he wasn’t the only one lost in the fog. “That was the movers. I need to get back.” Elizabeth faintly nodded so Jason headed for the door. He had it half open when he turned back to her. “I intend to come back, Elizabeth. I wanna see just where that hand of yours was headed.”

He slammed the door and Elizabeth collapsed onto her plush leather sofa. “Oh yeah. I am definitely in trouble.”

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Two hours later Jason was back at Elizabeth’s door. Unfortunately no one was answering. “Elizabeth? Elizabeth are you in there?” He didn’t like the complete silence, a pang of protectiveness coming out of nowhere to seep into his blood, so he opened the door.

Jason had to work incredibly hard to keep from laughing out loud at the scene before him.

Elizabeth was sitting on the sofa, head cocked awkwardly on the arm, one hand in her lap and the other thrown to the side. Her feet, still clad in the same black sandals she had thrown on to retrieve her ice cream, were flat on the floor. Right next to her melted pint of Mr. Big ice cream.

Obviously she hadn’t moved since he had left. For the first time that day Jason noticed her t-shirt. And he did laugh then; clearly she shopped at Anna & Dawn’s. Emblazoned across the front of the shirt were the words Which One Of My Personalities Would You Like To Meet?