Paige watched the hallway from the security of the Radio Shack, hoping that she would see Steve on his way out of Victoria's Secret. She only hoped that if he walked by, it would be WITHOUT that Trace guy.

It only took a few short moments before her wish came true. Steve came walking down the hall, almost passing the Radio Shack entirely. Paige stuck her head out the door, looking to make sure that Trace wasn't in sight...thankfully, he wasn't.

"Hey!" She called after him, running to catch up to him as he walked down the corridor.

He stopped, and turned around, smiling when he caught glimpse of her.

"Hi there.' He said, giving her a warm smile.

"I wanted to thank you for helping me out back there..." She said coyly, digging at the floor beneath her with the toe of her sandal, "That guy was pretty annoying..."

Steve laughed, "Yeah...Trace can be a bit much."

Paige scowled, "A bit?"

They both laughed. And then stood there, searching for something to say in the uncomfortable silence that followed.

"So...can I buy you lunch? To repay you for helping me out?" Paige said suddenly, "I really appreciate what you did for me..."

He smiled at her, making her stomach tie itself up in knots.

"I'll let you buy me lunch..." He said thoughtfully, a playful smile igniting his handsome face, "Under one condition."

Paige scowled lightly, "What's that?" She inquired.

He grinned, "You let me pay!"

She laughed, "Now how, pray-tell is that ME buying you lunch?"

He crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a serious look from his stunningly brown eyes, "I've set the conditions, and I refuse to take no for an answer."

Paige smiled at him coyly, and dropped her head ever so slightly.

"Okay," She nodded, "I'll buy you lunch, only you can pay."

"There is one other small condition..." He added, holding out his arm to her with a debonair smirk.

"What?" She asked, threading her arm through his.

"Wherever we go for lunch, has to be as far away from this mall as possible!" He said with an exasperated sigh, "I've been here all damned day."

"I see nothing wrong with that!" Paige smiled, following him as he led her toward the exit.

Chris reached out with one arm and swept a pile of clothes off the bed, never breaking the kiss that was heating up by the second.

He turned Lex around, and gently pushed her down onto the bed, laying down along side her, still kissing her deeply.

Their hands became lost in one another's hair, and were soon roaming to more unexplored territories. They sucked hungrily at one another's tongues, both allowing soft groans to escape their throats.

They stayed like this for a long, heavenly moment...Lost in their kiss. Chris alternated between gently sucking and licking at her lips, and running them along her neck and throat.

Lex replied in turn, pushing his head aside and nibbling at the side of his neck, just under his ear. She softly ran her tongue around the contours of his ear, then...causing him to gasp, and his body to stiffen slightly.

Her hands traveled parallel trails up and down his muscular back, still concealed behind his black silk shirt. The material felt cool beneath her hands, but the heat emanating from his body was evident even then.

He was such an amazing kisser, and their lips and bodies felt so...right together, Lex hoped that the kiss would never end.

Her body yearned for more, however...and she knew that if she was to get what she was burning for, the bliss of the union of their lips would have to come to an end.

Finally it happened, and they both took a long moment of silence to catch their breaths.

"You have the softest lips I've ever kissed..." He said quietly, almost shyly.

She smiled at him, and traced the outline of his lips with her fingertip, "You certainly have a way with words, Chris...I would have never thought..."

He looked at her curiously, propping himself up on his elbow with his head rested in his hand.

"Thought what?" He inquired.

She blushed, "Well, I was always under the assumption that you were so..." She found it hard to figure out the next word.

"So..." he prompted her.

"Not like you are!" She said, for lack of a better way to describe it.

"You thought I was goofy..." He said, "Everyone thinks I'm goofy."

"No!" She said, noticing the disappointment on his face, "I wasn't saying that!"

"I'll admit, I DO act silly most of the time.." He said thoughtfully, "But I really do have a serious side..."

She smiled softly at him, and gently pulled his face down to hers, their lips meeting softly.

"I believe you Chris." She told him in a whisper, "And I want to see that serious side..."

"Nice apartment..." Justin said, sounding halfway sincere.

"Thanks." I said, hanging my purse on the coat-rack. "Do you want a drink, or something to eat?"

He grinned, and dove toward me with a wicked look in his eyes, "I can think of something I'm craving right now..." He said, kissing me with what could almost be mistaken as force.

I kissed him back, losing my fingers in his mass of curls, and then stepped back from him with a grin of my own.

"You gonna play hard to get?" He asked, following me into the living room.

"If you want it bad enough..." I said, giving him a cocky smile, "You'll wait for it."

He looked thoughtful, as though waiting for something was a novel concept to him. What he didn't know was, I really had no intention of making him wait very long at all...I was just as ready to get things started as he was...but God, was it fun watching him squirm. I decided to hold out just a little bit longer.

"You got any drinks?" He asked.

I found myself staring at his lips...watching the way they moved. They moved gracefully, delicately, the only thing about this man that was delicate, really...He had an edge to him...I wanted to dive off it.

"Hello?" He said, waving his hand in front of my face, "Earth to Liz..."

I shook my head, coming out of my trance.

"Drinks!" I said suddenly, "Yeah! I think we have something in the cabinet!"

I walked toward the liquor cabinet, and could feel his eyes on me.

"You got a nice ass.' He said bluntly.

I looked back over at my shoulder with a smile, "Wow...that was a smooth line!"

He grinned, "You like that one?"

"Very subtle indeed." I laughed, opening the liquor cabinet.

He moved up behind me, and wrapped his arms around my waist, those amazing lips softly moving over my neck.

"What do you want to drink?" I asked him. Trying for the life of me to ignore the fact that he was making me horny as hell.

"Hmm?" He asked, moving from my neck to my ear.

"Justin..." I said, wiggling out of his arms, "What do you want to drink?"

He looked at me, dumbfounded...it was obvious that he was totally blown away by the fact that his advances were seemingly not working on me. Little did he know...

"You got Tequila?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"The hard stuff, huh?" I laughed, pulling a bottle out of the cabinet.

He nodded, "Just one shot though..." He said, taking the shot glass I handed him, "I want to keep my head clear."