Roswell Fanatics

Title: Fulfilling you Fantasies
Disclaimer: All these characters..well most of them belong to Jason Katims and all those other people from UPN or WB 11.
Couples: Z/L
Rating: Adult
Summary: Liz Parker has finally left. She is free from the confined town of Roswell, New Mexico. Free to be the girl she has always wanted to be. Sexy, sensual, and exciting. She wants a chance to experiment with all her wildest fantasies. The landlord to her new apartment in New York is Zan Evans the perfect man to be naughty with. Bad boy Zan Evans has sworn off women. He needs to concentrate on building up his career after the 'incident' with his boss' wife. Will Liz tempt him back to his bad boy ways?
A/N: A friend told me to write were I got the idea for this stroy from so there wouldn't be any misunderstandings. I got this idea from a book I read call Looking for Trouble by Julie Elizabeth Leto. It's the same idea but I plan to branch out into a totally different story line.


Chapter 1:

Liz Parker sat down in the waiting room of Lavander Rose, excitement running through her. She had arrived at the multifarious office for flower arrangements thirty minutes ago to apply for the secretary position. Try as she might to concentrate on the application that would soon make her a part of the Lavander Rose staff she couldn't keep her mind off the book in her purse. Trying to tamp down the urge to look in her purse and take out the book, she focused on the beautifully decorated receptions area. The walls were painted an inviting pastel green, giving off a sense of warmth and comfort. An assortment of colorful flowers sat on the polished mahogany coffee table next to a crystal bowl of indescriminate chocolates. A much larger mahogany desk, equally beautiful and polished was in the back of the room next to a door leading to the offices in the back. Liz bit her lip and stared at the desk hoping that it soon would have her nameplate on it.

"So, how we doing Liz?"

Isabel Whitman owner of Lavander Rose asked coming out of the closed door. She had a warm mug of coffee in one hand, a cellphone tucked in her ear, and a handful of papers in the other. Liz had taken a quick liking to the beautiful blond woman and her hyper friend Maria Deluca co-owner of Lavander. She was immediatly impressed by both women and couldn't wait to learn from them. The first thing she wanted to learn was the art of multitasking. She watched on amused as Isabel talked to a client, highlighted important information on the papers in her hand and drank coffee all at the same time. She looked up at Liz apologetically but Liz waved her hand as if to say, "Don't worry about me." Isabel smiled gratefully and continued to talk to her client.

By the time Liz finished writing in her new address, phone number, social security, and other personal information; Isabel had gone through the door to the back offices again leaving Liz by herself in the reception area. Liz tried to remain focused on acing her interview, the final step in her climb towards total independence. But, the stillness of the room and the soft country music filtering into the room made Liz emend that plan. First, she was going to take a look at her book. Then, she'd complete the process for her job. Afterward she'd be off to the manhattan mall and get a new change of wardrobe, even before she went to meet her new landlord and moved into her apartment. If she intended to change her persona of a shy mousy girl she was going to need hipper clothes. .

She grinned, satisfied with her plan. If there was one talent Liz was proud of, it was her knack for planning and organizing. She set her goals and dealt with them one at a time. She never jumbled her thoughts like some people did and never got anything done. Once Liz decided what she wanted, she rarely changed her mind. And right now she wanted to check out her new book.

Glancing around to make sure she was completely alone, Liz opened her purse and took out a red leatherbound book that had caught her eye at Barnes & Nobles this morning. Liz hadn't even looked at the title or inside the book for that matter. It was like a compulsion. She was immediatly drawn to the book and couldn't help but buy it. Now that she had a chance to look at it more closely she noticed it didn't even have a title etched on the hard leather cover. Looking around once more, Liz slowly opened the book to the front page finding the title. Fulfilling your Fantasies: Sex games and Wild Adventures for Uninhibited Lovers.

Yowza! Liz had heard about this book. In fact she had caught a glimpse of it when she was searching for books on the internet at home, she didn't find out more about it because her grandmother was in the house. Though twenty-five years old, Liz avoided any predicament that made it palpable that she was a carnal , tactile woman. At least around her grandmother. Long before she'd hit puberty Liz knew the importance of avoiding conflicts on this account. She knew why her grandmother always steered clear of any topic of sex around her grandaughter. She'd raised Liz's mother the best way she could, only to have her become the town whore, get pregnant at sixteen with twins, abandon her two daughters on her doorstep, then go back to her drug using boyfriend that eventually got her to overdose. No wonder her grandma was so austere.

Liz had survived her grandma's overprotectiveness by being the good girl and having her secret curiosities for late at night in the confines of her bedroom. She hardly dated, but when she did it was always with the nerdy boys from her school that her grandma always nudged her to. Bad boys were bad news. Heck, some of the nerdy boys weren't rays of sunshine either. Liz knew where she had strengths and were she was lacking. And unfourtunately with boys she was definitly lacking.

Well, that was all about to change. This was a new place. A big city where she could meet new people and learn new things. Liz always thought she was a good judge of character, though living in the small town of Roswell was nothing compared to living in a the big city. There was so much diversity and diversification wherever she looked.

Liz came to the city for a two reasons. First, to find her twin sister Serena who ran away from home when they were younger without so much as a goodbye to Liz. Second, Liz wanted to find herself. The real Liz. The unimpeded Liz. The Liz she couldn't be under the watchful eye of her amatory yet over-bearing grandmother. The Liz she truly wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Liz looked down at her book and flipped to the first page. It had instructions written.

Start with number one and work your way up to number one hundred, or just choose one that sparks your interest. Lend your partner the book and let them choose what fantasy you'll play together. Or suprise your partner by picking a fantasy on your own. Live and love. Fulfill your wildest fantasies. You'll be satisfied when you do.

It was titled: 1) How Wet can you Get?. Under the title were step by step directions on how to go about playing this sexual fantasy. Liz skimmed through the steps her face heating up at the image of playing with herself in the bathtub while someone watched. Quickly turning a couple of pages Liz came across 7) Be my Master. She skimmed through these steps too not wanting to be caught reading such a racy book. Liz never thought of playing the role of a sex slave, where you were tied up while your lover had complete control over you. She continued to flip through the pages stopping when a particular title caught her eye.

Hearing movement from outside the door, Liz quickly put her book back in her purse. She'd read the book more thoroughly after her interview. Isabel appeared at the doorway smiling for successfully selling a lrge amount of flowers to a wedding planner. She beckoned Liz to her office. Liz picked up her purse patted it lovingly and stood up to follow Isabel.

~~~

Liz sat in her car with the book open on her lap. She couldn't keep the smile from her face. She was officially the new stenographer for Lavander Rose- the fanciest name for a receptionist she'd ever heard. She flipped to a page in the book. 45) Nighttime Strangers. Liz's smile widened. Cool.

She wriggled in her seat and looked out her windshield to make sure no one in the parking lot could spy through her tinted windows and turn her over to the morality police. Good girls didn't read sexual fantisies in her car. But Liz was done being a good girl. She started reading and couldn't believe her luck. She'd just arrived in New York- hadn't even unpacked any of her mere belongings from the back of her toyota. New in town and brimming to transform herself, this fantasy was right up her good girl-to-bold sensual woman alley.

Step 1: Find a stranger who excites you.

Hmm. Okay. This wasn't going to be as easy as she thought. She hasn't been in the city for more than two hours. Not enough time to meet hardly anyone let alone men. Well, she'd deal with that later. Looking around again to make sure the parking lot was still empty, she went back to her book.

Picking up strangers isn't a clever activity, but there's no harm in a little careful flirting. Is your partner around? Smile a little more at a sranger, talk with more vigor . . . does that make him or her jealous? Jealousy can be a very cogent aphrodisiac.

Liz frowned. She didn't have a partner around. This wasn't turning out to be like she thought at all. Not wanting to be dismayed she continued reading. Maybe she could apply it somehow to her current situation.

Your partner not around? That's okay. Flirting with a stranger will kick up your juices. Pump you up for when your lover comes back. Be outrageous, bold. And make sure your warm-up target doesn't follow you home!

Liz sighed. Well that wasn't so bad. Not that she was particulary good at flirting. Flirting usually led to dating and Liz hadn't really done much of those. It was always hard to convince her grandmother that a movie with a nice boy who's parents hadn't been approved by her wasn't a big deal. Liz was very capable of taking care of herself even with her obstinate upbringing. She smiled. Things were about to change.

Shutting her book she put it back in her purse and got out of her car. First, she needed a change of wardrobe then she was off to her new apartment. Once she was settled she was going to find a nice stranger she can be naughty with.

Wow. Thank you for the FB. I'm glad you guys are interested in my story. I hope I don't disappoint anyone.

Chapter 2:

"Come on. You have to do this Maxwell."

Zan winced. He hated when his dad called him by his middle name. The words his father said registered slowly in his mind.

"Dad. I'm not going to stop this girl from finding her sister."

His dad had just finished telling him about his new tenants quest to find her sister that had apparently ran away when they were younger. When Zan had spoken to Claudia Parker three weeks ago she hadn't mentioned any of it.

"I'm not asking you to stop her. I'm asking you to be her friend."

Zan sighed. "I don't have time for friends dad."

He was finally making progress on rebuilding his career as a professor. Finding out the hard way that sleeping with the Dean's wife, even if she was a compliant participant made Zan turn his life around. He's been celibate for six months now. He was doing fine though at times he felt his testosterone level rise and had to muster up a lot of self control so he wouldn't fuck any girl he might find attractive. All his pent up energy was used for an experiment he was doing on men and women at Toxic. A night club he worked as a bartender at. He set them up and watched their interaction. Once he had enough information for his thesis, he would apply for the Johnson Institiute. Leaving his scandal behind him.

"Look. I know you're busy with your study, but please do this for Claudia. She thinks that if Elizabeth were to find Serena nothing good could come of it."

Zan understood why she would want to find her sister and wasn't going to stand in her way. He knew if any of his brothers ran off he would stop at nothing to find them.

"Dad. I'm not getting into it."

Zan could hear his father sigh on the other line. "Claudia underestimates Elizabeth. She may be shy but when she sets her mind on something she doesn't stop until she reaches her goal."

Zan tried his hardest not to snort at his father's description of Elizabeth Parker. He'd heard from Claudia that she was a quiet, well-mannered, shy girl that never got into any trouble. If she was a guy she would be the perfect tenant. Not that anything would ever happen between them. He never messes with virgins and wall flowers. Girls that were still living with their grandmother's at twenty five years old. Especially girls living with their grandma's at twenty five. He preferred women with equal sexual experience as he. Why his father had a different perspective of Elizabeth than her grandmother Zan was curious to find out.

"Hmm interesting."

"What do you mean by interesting?."

His father's voice was laced with suspicion. This time Zan did snort into the phone. His father knew damn well the reason why he was fired from his last job and Zan's reputation with women. He'd always blamed himself for having his sons get into trouble at a young age. After their mom died when Zan was seven; Phillip buried himself in work and didn't notice the changes and types of things they were getting into. At first Zan didn't disagree with his father, but now that he was older he knew that the only one to blame was himself.

Zan chuckled. "Don't worry dad. Elizabeth Parker is safe from the likes of me."

~~~

"How may I help you?"

Liz didn't know that five simple words could send such a thrill through her. Well, coming from the gorgeous amber eyed Adonis in front of her any word from his beautiful mouth would send a thrill through her. His spikey black hair and five o'clock shadow made him look good enough to eat. Yum! Now she was exceptionally glad she bought sexier clothes. The black hip hugger jeans and tight red T-shirt made her feel bold.

"Zan Evans?"

"One and only."

He grinned at her making her stomach flutter. She licked her lips while she looked him up and down. He had a short sleeved white t-shirt and Liz stopped to look at his well defined arms. She could see black lines peeking from under his sleeves on both his arms.

"You're Zan? Wow. Must be my lucky day."

"Wait. Don't tell me you're ELizabeth Parker."

Liz could see the suprise evident on his handsome face. Liz smiled.

"What? Not what you expected?"

The corner of Zan's mouth curved up in a sexy half smile showing some of his straight white teeth. A dimple appeared on his cheek and Liz smiled at how cute he looked. Liz knew her grandmother told him how well mannered, neat, and shy she was. Well, no more shy, neat, nice Lizzie Parker. Okay she'd stick to nice but shy? HA! She was going to be the most industrious person in the room. And neatness was going right out the window. Watch out carpet get ready to be covered in dirty clothes. Kitchen get ready for mountains of dishes.

"Okay. You're undoubtedly Elizabeth."

"Please call me Liz. Hmm. I take it you're suprised to see me. I'm sorry to say the girl my grandmother described is just a fabrication."

Okay, not necessarily the truth but from now on it will be. She looked into his alluring eyes and was fascinated when she noticed the specks of gold in them.

"Suprised doesn't even begin to cut it . . . Liz."

Liz felt her stomach flip flop. The way he said her name made her heart hammer in her chest.

"I've got your key in my apartment."

Zan glanced over his shoulder but his gaze quickly returned to hers. "Come on."

He opened the door for her. Liz walked in swaying her hips slightly like she practiced. What was the point of buying tight form fitting clothes if you couldn't walk properly in them? She felt a thrill run up her spine when she felt Zan's gaze on her ass.

This was her new home. Wow. Beautiful high celings, polished waxed wooden floors. Wide windows that showed a beautiful veiw of the city. A polished staircase leading to the second floor apartment she still hasn't seen. Grandma Claudia was suprisingly supportive of her move. Supportive but still controlling. She'd arranged for Liz's new landlord to be the son of her psyciatrist. She'd even paid four months rent.

Liz turned around in time to catch Zan looking intently at her ass. She raised her eyebrows slightly and smiled. He dudn't seem the least embarassed at being caught.

"Grandma Claudia let me know you were very polite," she continued. "The perfect landlord. A gentleman she could trust with her granddaughter."

Zan raised his eyebrows. "She got all that from a phone call?"

"Apperently. I was suprised she didn't have the police run a background check and have your fingerprints run through the FBI database. You're father must speak very highly of you. Grandma Claudia trusts him with her life."

Zan cleared his throat. "I'll go get your key."

Zan walked through another door leading to, from the little Liz saw an office. She wondered why he hadn't taken that as a compliment but then realized that maybe being the son of a famous psychatrist had high expectations. Living by your own rules was nearly impossible.

She walked around the apartment feeling the weight of the Fullfill your Fantasies book. Zan would be the perfect guy to try some of them out with. She wasn't very experienced with the flirting but she wasn't doing a bad job so far. Besides she had plenty of time to practice her flirting skills on Zan.

"This is going to work out great," she said aloud not noticing that Zan had returned into the room until he chuckled.

"Don't you want to check out your apartment before you make that decision?" Zan asked smirking slightly.

"I don't have to worry about paying rent for the next four months. I'm positive everything'll be great."

"Hmm. A down to earth girl. I like that."

Liz sashayed over to were Zan stood. "Girl? Really, Mr. Evans?"

Zan stared down at her. He deliberately looked her up and down slowly stopping at certain points of her body.

"Maybe girl was a bad choice of words." She noticed his voice was deeper. Huskier.

"You have no idea."

Zan stepped back as if coming to his senses. "You wanna see your place?"

"After you."

Zan walked up the steps. Liz couldn't help but look at the man's ass. And what an ass it was. Once they'd reached the landing Zan looked around noting some dust on the floor.

"I hope the people I hired to help around the house did a better job cleaning the apartment than they did out here."

"Don't worry I love to clean."

"That's good. Cause I don't Anytime you want to come down and . . .

He trailed off not finishing his sentence. Though they both knew what he meant by it. Liz slipped between him and the door her hands on her ass so her breasts jutted forward in her tight T.

"So. . . is that an open invitation or should I knock first?"

I know this is short but I have class today so I couldn't write more. The next chapter I promise will be longer.

Chapter 3:

"I didn't mean anything by that." He said trying to push the key into the lock. The smell of vanilla wafted to his nose. She looked so good in those tight little pants. He noticed her breasts protruding from her little red shirt. The color of red, ripe strawberries. Hmm. She would look so good with sliced strawberries on her body. One on top of each nipple. One in her navel and another nestled between her sweet cu-

"What did you mean then?" Liz said interrupting his thoughts.

Zan held back a curse. All right focus Zan. Don't think about sex. Don't think about those pert little breasts jutting out towards you invitingly. Don't think about taking one of her ripe little nipples into your mouth. Don't think about lifting her up against that wall and fucking her senseless until she screamed your name.

"Nothing." He choked out; his throat tight.

"You sure?" Liz purred.

"Yeah." Zan said clearing his throat.

Liz grinned clearly amused.

He wasn't having sex with her. Or any other woman. Even if he died from the pain his hardening cock was causing him. Liz licked her lips. What he would do to suck that cute bottom lip into his mouth. NO. Work. Think about work.

What the hell was wrong with this damn key! It didn't want to fit into the lock. When Liz's small hand covered his he felt an electric shock run up his arm. She put the key into the lock and turned. Yeah. NOW it fits.

Liz walked into the apartment and her eyes widened. The place was beautiful. She walked into the living room and noticed the wide window right away. She'd always wanted a window where she could sit on a couch and watch the stars and people go by. She took her time looking through the apartment excitement running through her body. This was her apartment. Hers. Smiling brightly she turned around and sucked in her breath when she saw Zan leaning on the door frame his eyes sparkling. His strong muscular arms were crossed over his chest and she couldn't help but notice how they bunched. The black lines of his tattoos could be seen slightly.

"So, what do you think?"

Liz grinned. "It's a beautiful place." She walked over to him slowly.

Zan felt his muscles tense slightly at her close proximity. She reached up and with a feather light touch brushed his arm with her hand. Lifting his short sleeves higher she finally got a good look at the tattoo on his left arm. It was a chinese symbol. She then reached out to his other arm and revealed the tattoo. It was the head of a ram.

"What does it mean?" She whisprered.

Zan couldn't have stepped back to save his life. Apparently he had no self control over his body when it came to Liz Parker. He had to hold strong to his celebacy rule. Ignore her vigorating scent. Ignore her cute nipples that he could clearly make out in her small T-shirt. Ignore it. Ignore it. He told himself like a mantra.

"Zan?" she looked up at him her beautiful brown eyes glittering.

"Wisdom. It means wisdom."

Not that he was being very wise at the moment. His six month clebacy was slowly going down the drain. When he felt Liz's hand brush his arm again he had to hold back a groan.

"You're so strong." She said quietly.

Zan closed his eyes tightly before stepping back. "Let's go get your things from your car."

He quickly turned around and ran downstairs. Liz watched him leave trying hard not to feel dismayed. She knew she had some kind of affect on him . . . right? The way he was acting and looking at her . . . was it all in her imagination? Sighing she walked out of the apartment and downstairs.

~~~

Zan stood by her car his head bowed and his hand on his hip. He was telling his other half to calm down before it got them in trouble again. Who would've thought that he would be attracted to mousy librarian types? Okay, so she wasn't mousy she was . . . to hot for words. Still though, she wasn't his type. He wasn't attracted to beautiful, sexy, women. With cute pointy breasts and a nice ass that he could enjoy all day and night. Yeah he was definitely an ass man. He felt his cock stir in his pants. Damn it! Not my type. Not my type. Not my type. He repeated in his head.

"Zan? Are you going to help me bring this stuff upstairs?"

"Mhmm." He couldn't bring himself to talk. Or look at her for that matter.

"Okay. Um, I'll bring in all the things I can . . . you okay?"

God her voice was like an angels. So my type. So my type. So my type. Zan shook his head. He was in deep trouble.

Hey guys. Thanks for all the bumps and FB. I'm sorry I haven't been paying attention to this story but I promise I'll start posting more regularly now. I'm not too sure about this part so..hope ya'll like it.

Chapter 4:

Liz felt her heart sink as she watched Zan from the corner of her eye. He hadn’t spoken a word or looked at her for that matter since they started bringing her belongings upstairs. She watched as he picked up the last of the boxes, his muscles flexing under his T-shirt. She followed him upstairs her eyes wandering to his ass. God, she’d never tire of that man’s ass. He put the box down by the door and turned to face her.

“That’s all right?”

Liz nodded smiling slightly.

“Well, I, um, I’m gonna go downstairs. If you have any questions or anything feel free to come by. My doors always open.”

“Good to know.”

Zan nodded before walking out the door.

Liz watched him leave with a determined look on her face. She was going to crack Zan Evans if it was the last thing she did. Turning back to all the boxes strewn on the floor Liz sighed. She’d have to put everything away later; right now she needed to go to the Homeless shelter. After searching for months she finally got word that a Serena Parker was staying at NYSH. The woman that answered the phone when she called had refused to divulge any information. Liz had convinced Amy Valenti to at least see her in person. Maybe she’d be able to get her to talk. Liz looked around and finally found her purse on the leather couch.

Searching through her purse she put Fulfilling your Fantasy’s on the couch beside on of her bags and took out a piece of paper with an address on it. She looked at it blankly not sure how to really get there. Well, she could always ask someone if she got lost. Taking out her new set of keys she walked out of her apartment and locked the door. When she reached the front door she stopped. She could hear soft music coming from Zan’s office. Unable to resist she walked slowly to his office and knocked softly on the door.

“Zan?”

She heard his muffled reply. “Come in.”

Liz opened the door and peeked her head through. He was sitting behind a desk littered with papers. The office was spacious with a large couch in the corner. It looked well worn and Liz wondered how many nights Zan spent working to the early hours and ended up on that couch. Zan finished typing on his laptop then closed it and looked up at Liz.

“I just wanted to tell you I’m leaving.”

Zan stood up and walked in front of his desk leaning his hip against it. He crossed his arms over his chest a cute smirk on his face.

“You don’t have to tell me every time you leave.”

Liz blushed. “I-I know.”

Zan grinned. At that moment she looked exactly how her grandmother described her over the phone. A shy wallflower.

“Where are you going? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Liz pulled out the paper from her purse. “Actually could you tell me how to get here?”

Zan looked down at the address. He frowned. “Why do you want to go here?” The area wasn’t very safe.

“I’m looking for my sister, there’s word she’s staying there.”

Zan tried his best to look like he didn’t know what she was talking about. He already told his father he wasn’t going to stop her from finding her sister.

“This area is sorta dangerous they’ll put your car on blocks with you still in it.”

Liz shrugged. “I’ll take the train. Can you tell me how to get there?”

Zan wished he could go with her but he had to finish a deadline for a paper. “Come on. I’ll call you a cab.”

“I don’t have-“

“I’m paying.”

Before she could argue he dragged her to the front of the apartment. In two minutes he had a cab flagged down.

“Zan, I could just take the train.”

Zan bent forward and spoke to the cabby. He handed the man some money and straightened turning around to face Liz.

“He’s gonna take you to the shelter and wait until you’re done with your errand okay?”

Liz rolled her eyes. “Zan, seriously the train is fine.”

“I don’t want you taking the train in that neighborhood. Just humor me angel.”

Liz felt her heart beat faster when she heard his endearment. She finally nodded.

Zan pulled her into a tight hug. He didn’t know why but she brought out his protective instincts.

“Good luck.” He smiled.

Liz smiled shyly. “Thanks.”

Zan opened the door to the cab guiding her inside with his hand at the small of her back. He leaned into the window.

“I’ll see you later.”

Liz nodded. She wanted to lean in and kiss him but she forced herself not to. Waving she gave the cabby directions.

Zan stood outside a while after the cab had left. He really hoped she found her sister. Somehow her happiness had become really important to him. Shaking his head Zan walked back inside his apartment. When the hell had he become so soft.

~~~

“Hi. You must be Amy.” Liz stood when a woman walked out of the office at the shelter.

“Oh. My. God.” Amy gaped.

Liz stared at the woman not sure what to say.

“You look just like her.”

Liz bit her lip. “Is she here?”

Amy closed her mouth as if coming to her senses. “Um, step into my office.”

Liz followed.

Amy sat on a leather chair behind her desk and motioned for Liz to sit in one of the chairs in front of her. Liz sat at the edge of the seat too excited to settle.

“Is she here? Serena?”

Amy looked into the young girls chocolate brown eyes so much like her sisters. She was skeptical at first not really believing what the girl was saying, but now that she sat here with her it was impossible to not believe. They were identical. Sure Serena was a little rougher around the edges but under that they were the same. She sighed, sad that she didn’t have good news.

“I’m sorry Elizabeth. Serena isn’t here anymore.”

“What? Well, where is she?”

“I don’t know. She left some time ago.”

Liz’s heart sank. “But, but you said she was here.”

“She was. Serena comes once in a while to check up on all the other people here. She really is a sweet girl. She just made some mistakes.”

“When was the last time she was here?”

“A couple of months ago.”

“Months?” Liz’s eyes widened.

“I’m sorry Elizabeth. I wish there was something I could do.”

“If she comes by would you tell her I’m looking for her?”

Amy sighed. She looked into the girls eyes seeing the sadness and determination. Finally she nodded. “I’ll tell her if she comes by.”

Liz smiled. “Thank you.”

Liz left Amy’s office not really accomplishing anything. The cabby was waiting for her just like Zan said it would. Liz shook her head. Tomorrow she’d start asking people in the street for her sister. Right now she needed to get home and start plotting how she was going to seduce her landlord.

Hey guys. Okay I've got another part so I hope you enjoy it. I'm almost finshed with Lose Control so I can dedicate more time to this story.

Chapter 5

Zan heard Liz arrive and head to her apartment upstairs. He wanted to go up there and see her but he held himself back. It had only been a few hours but he’d missed her. Missed her! God he was pathetic. He had stopped working on his thesis because he couldn’t get her off his mind, which wasn’t a good thing. He couldn’t let anything distract him from his goal especially since he had to work twice as hard to redeem himself. The biggest mistake of his life was having sex with Tess Valenti. He’d done plenty of bad things in his life, especially when he was going through his rebellious faze and got his tattoos and piercings, but that one took the cake. He knew she was married but he just hadn’t cared. She was just another challenge he had to take. Finding out later on that she was his boss’s wife after Kyle fired him was his wake up call.

After that he’d been doing fine. He had started his job at the club and started his thesis that would eventually get him into the Johnson Institute. He hadn’t had one distraction. Until now.

Zan looked up at the ceiling wishing he had x-ray vision. He could imagine her walking around the house in nothing but her bra and panties putting her things away. No. She’d be naked putting away her things. He felt himself stir in his pants at the image. How long had it been since he’d had sex? Oh yeah six months. Six months was an awfully long time. He could probably win first prize for being the first guy to go without sex for so long and not die. No, Zan bereted himself. There were plenty of guys that went for years without sex. Look at the pope for example. Well, if he didn’t win first he’d gladly lose if Liz was the consolation prize. He could see it now, she’d have two little bows on her breasts covering her nipples and one on her sweet little cun-

Okay. He really needed some fresh air. He looked at the clock on his table, it read seven thirty. He hadn’t eaten in a couple of hours. Maybe some food will distract him from thinking of Liz’s sweet body and how he’d love to eat stuff off her. An image of Liz with fruit put strategically in certain places came to mind. Shaking his head Zan stood up quickly. Fresh air. That’s all he needed. Some fresh air.

~~~

Liz forced herself to continue walking upstairs to her apartment. She really wanted to knock on Zan’s door and throw herself at him but that was a little pathetic. Opening the door she sighed when she saw all the boxes she still had to put away. She was exhausted after everything that went on and all she really wanted to do was get her bath salts and take a long hot relaxing bath. Okay, what she really wanted to do was jump Zan’s bones but she’d do that later. After she got into the cab she decided the least she could do is let people in the streets know she was looking for Serena before she got home. She handed as many people as she could flyers with her sister’s picture on it on her way back to the house. Tomorrow she’d talk to as many as she could to find out if they knew something.

Liz looked shuffled through the boxes until she found the one labeled bath and toiletries. She took out her vanilla scented bath gel, bath salts, bathrobe and loofah. Walking into the bathroom she couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. The bathroom was beautiful. It was huge with a large claw footed tub in the corner. A sink and toilet made of marble and the walls painted a beautiful teal and gold color. Liz put her things down and took off her clothes quickly. A sudden thought came to her head and she ran back to the living room picking up her Fulfilling your Fantasies book from the couch.

She ran back into the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat flipping through the pages until she found the one she wanted. 1) How Wet can you Get? Smiling she read the instructions.

Step 1: Setting the mood.

Liz bit her lip excitedly.

You’d be surprised how different an experience can be with the right setting. For this particular fantasy don’t just grab your lover jump in the tub and do it. Take your time. Seduce. First turn off the lights and turn on some scented candles. Spread them around the tub and bathroom so your skin is illuminated only by the flickering light. Grab your radio and tune it to a soft jazz station…not too loud! Just enough.

Step 2: Lotioning it up. Now that the mood is set it’s time for the fun to begin. Take a bottle of lotion and slowly blend it into every inch of your body while your lover watches, make sure you get EVERY inch. Not just your usual arms and legs.

Step 3: Fun in the tub. Once you’re all soft and smooth from the lotion it’s time to clean it all off. Get into the bath tub and scrub off the lotion with soap. Make sure you pay extra attention to your most private parts. They are the most important.

Step 4: Make friends with the shower head. Once you’re done scrubbing, turn on the shower head for some thorough washing. Get off all the soap with the shower head starting at your arms and working your way down. When you reach your special place let the water run there for a while. (There are many nooks and crannies soap could hide in.)

Step 5: Drying off. Once you’re done with your shower your partner can have the honors of drying you off and lotioning you up again. I bet they’d be eager to do that! Now how far you get is up to you. Anticipation is the key to a long night of passion. Just remember good things come to those who wait.

Liz left the book open on the sink and ran back outside to get her candles and radio. She looked through her boxes finally finding the candles and lighter in the same box where her bathroom things were. Spotting her vanilla lotion she grabbed it too. She then went to the box labeled electronics and found her small radio. Running back into the bathroom she put some candles in the corners, on the sink, and on the windowsill. She tuned her radio to a jazz station like the book said and put it down on the toilet cover. She lit all the candles before finally turning off the bathroom light. Wow. The book was right. The bathroom felt totally different with just the candles illuminating everything. Everything looked softer and the flickering light made Liz glow.

Grabbing the lotion Liz put a generous amount on her hands and slowly started to rub it into her skin. She started with her arms and neck first before tentatively passing her hands through her breasts. When her warm skin came in contact with the cool lotion her nipples automatically puckered up. She was breathing heavily once she was done putting lotion on her breasts making sure to pay extra attention to her nipples. Slowly she spread lotion on her stomach then moved down to her legs purposely skipping her most private part. After she was done with her legs she skimmed her way back up her body and finally cupped her sex. Holding back a moan she spread lotion over her already moist skin until she was practically shaking from excitement. Now it was tub time.

She walked over to the tub and tuned the knob for the cold water . . . nothing happened. She turned the one for hot water and still nothing happened. No. This can’t be happening. Trying both knobs again she prayed water would come out of the faucet but still nothing happened. Frustrated she went back outside and looked through all the drawers knowing that guys always kept tools around.

“HA!” She yelled triumphantly when she found a wrench in the kitchen cabinet.

Once inside the bathroom she put on her robe, put out the candles and turned on the light. The mood had been effectively killed anyway. She sat at the edge of the tub and started fiddling with the knobs and the wrench.

“Okay. If there’s a screw here and a twisty thing there . . . hmmm. Then all I gotta do . . .” Liz muttered to herself before she started beating the knobs with the wrench.

~~~

Zan was on his way out the door when he heard banging coming from upstairs. Frowning he wondered what she was doing when it hit him. The pipes on the upstairs apartment were still being renovated so sometimes water wouldn’t come out through the faucet in the bathroom. In a split second he got another hard on. She was probably going to take a shower naked and couldn’t get the water to come on. Then she walked naked to the kitchen got his naked wrench and started banging on his pipes naked. Okay. He really needed to stop thinking about her like that. Before he could stop himself he closed the door and walked upstairs to her apartment. Well, he was the landlord. It was his job to help naked women in distress. Women. Women in distress. No naked. He lectured to himself.

~~~

Liz stopped banging on the faucet when she heard the knock on the door. Zan! Her eyes widened and for a split second she thought of running and locking herself in her bedroom. Shaking her head she stood up. Zan probably heard her banging and came upstairs to see what was wrong. There was no need to be frightened she’d tell him to wait while she got dressed.

“Liz? Are you all right in there?”

A shiver went up her spine when she heard his husky voice. Hmm. Maybe she’d answer the door and then go get dressed. She looked down at herself and made sure the robe was tied before walking to the door and opening it.

~~~

When Liz opened the door Zan held back a groan. She was standing there in her bathrobe, her hair tied in a messy pony tail on her head, her cheeks pink from all the commotion she’d been making. She held a wrench in her hand.

Clearing his throat he forced himself to look at her face and not the bit of skin he could see from the v-neck of her bathrobe. “Is there a problem?”

Liz smiled and his heart thudded in his chest. “Yeah. Um, I was going to take a shower and the water isn’t coming out of the faucet.” Liz said gesturing to the bathroom door.

When she moved her robe opened just a bit and Zan could make out the swell of her breast. He felt himself harden in his pants. Zan shifted glad that his jacket covered the front of his pants.

“Here let me help. The plumbing in this house is being fixed so sometimes the water in the bathroom will have some trouble. Don’t worry I can fix it.”

Smiling gratefully Liz handed him the wrench. “Great. Um, I’ll go and put on some clothes while you do that.”

Zan took the wrench without looking at her and headed straight for the bathroom. He looked around noticing the candles radio and lotion. Trying to keep a naked Liz out of his mind he went straight to the tub and started fixing the pipes under it. After a couple of minutes Zan turned the knobs and the water started running. Satisfied that both hot and cold water worked he closed both knobs and stood up. Walking to the sink he made sure that the water worked there also.

He frowned, noticing the book that lay open on the corner of the sink. He picked it up and almost dropped it when he read the title on the page. How Wet can you get? He turned to the first page and read the title Fulfilling your Fantasies. Going back to the page it was on Zan continued to read. Holy shit. As soon as he read the page he was once again hard as a rock. Was that what she’d been doing? Fulfilling one of her fantasies? He wondered how far she’d gotten before the bath tub put a damper on her plans. If the tub had been working would she have finished what she’d started? The thought of Liz pleasuring herself while he was still downstairs almost made him come right on the spot. He noticed the book said you and your lover. Had Liz found a lover yet? Was she even looking? Zan continued to thumb through the book all thoughts of eating gone from his mind.

~~~

Liz stood in her room her bath robe still on. Her body had cooled off when she had tried to fix the bathtub but seeing Zan had started her up all over again. She was still debating on whether she should put on her clothes. The old Liz would put on her clothes. She thought to herself. Yeah, but the old Liz wouldn’t have opened the door in a bathrobe either. She fought back. Looking down at herself she made a quick decision. She was looking for a lover to do her fantasies with and Zan was the safest bet. She quickly took off her robe before she could change her mind and walked outside. She took a deep breath and walked into the bathroom. There stood Zan engrossed in her book. She gasped her eyes widening.

~~~

Zan looked up when he heard her gasp and dropped the book. There she was all skin and curves completely nude. Her pink nipples where puffy and big just like he liked them. They were a perfect handful round, firm and plump. She had a tiny waist that flared at her hips. He continued to look down to the juncture of her legs where here downy hair was structurally trimmed to point to her puffed lips. Her legs looked long and ended at her cute manicured toes.

“You read my book.”

Zan opened his mouth a few times before finally speaking. “I-I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have but I was curious and-“

Liz shook her head her hair had fallen from her ponytail and the silky strands beckoned him to touch them. “No it’s okay. At least now you know what I’d like to do with you.”

Zan swallowed. “What?”

“I’d like you to fulfill my fantasies with me.”

Zan looked into her face then wandered down to her body. If she had come up to him before he’d lost his job they wouldn’t be talking right now. He would have had her bend over the sink his pants already down while he took her from behind. He wouldn’t do that to her. She needed to find some one she could fall in love with and marry. Not him who’d never been in love in his life and didn’t plan to marry anytime soon. Liz was the type of girl that fell in love with the first guy that gave her an orgasm. She deserved better than just some random fuck. But God her body was perfect.

“Zan?”

Zan shook his head and blindly grabbed for a towel behind him. “Here. Cover up. I can’t think while you’re like that.”

Liz took the towel from him and laughed. “Okay. Which part would you like me to cover?”

She raised her eyebrows and held up the small dish towel he handed her. She’d only be able to cover one of her breasts with it. He turned and took a big white towel from the rack. He handed it to her and looked away while she wrapped it around herself.

“Now what?” She asked amused.

Growling Zan grabbed her arm and hauled her to the living room. He sat her down on the couch while he paced in front of her.

~~~

Liz held back a smile while Zan paced. He finally stopped after a couple of minutes and pointed a finger at her.

“You’re reckless.” He accused.

Liz threw her head back and laughed loudly. “Wrong! I’m a twenty five year old virgin who’s been on about a handful of dates that her grandmother had to approve of first. I’ve never had an orgasm and probably kissed about two boys my entire life. All I want is someone who I can have fun with until we’re both tired of each other. If you’re not up to the job then I guess I’ll just go get dressed and find someone else to help me.”

She made a move to stand up but Zan stopped with her with a look.

Zan felt something flare inside him. He was surprised to see it was jealousy. “Don’t you dare.” He said through gritted teeth.

Liz shrugged.

“Why me?”

“Well . . . because you’re safe. My grandmother-“

“Doesn’t know me. You need to get this notion that I’m a good, safe guy out of your pretty little head angel.”

~~~

“But you father told my grandma all these good things about you.”

Zan smirked. “Yeah? Well, I rally don’t think he’d go around airing his sons dirty laundry. Did you know I was fired from my old job because I fucked my boss’s wife?”

He watched her eyes widen in shock. Good. If she thought he was a disgusting asshole she’d stop trying to get him to bed.

“N-no.” She said quietly. “My grandma didn’t tell me that.”

“Well, that’s cause she doesn’t know. I’ve fucked more girls than you can count angel so just because my father convinced your grandma about what a good guy I am doesn’t make it true. After I got screwed over by that bitch I refuse to get into it with anyone.”

Liz took a deep breath then looked up at him. “When was the last time you’ve had sex?”

Zan was taken aback by the question but answered it nonetheless. “Six months.”

She nodded. “So, since after you lost your job you haven’t had sex or made any mistakes since then, right?”

Zan nodded slowly.

Liz smiled. “That’s fine. People make mistakes. You’ve made your share. As long as you learn from them it doesn’t matter.” Liz sighed. “Look, I’m not looking for a husband or even a boyfriend. All I’m looking for is someone I’m comfortable with to have a little fun for a while. I don’t care how many women you’ve been with before. All that matters is now. Besides, I don’t work for you; you don’t work for me so having a fling with me won’t affect your work in the slightest.”

Zan couldn’t believe his ears. Not only did she know about all the things he’d done but she was okay with it. She didn’t care how many women he slept with or what he’d done in the past. He looked down into her beautiful face. She was right. Having a fling with her wouldn’t jeopardize his career. She had nothing to do with the Johnson Institute.

“Okay.” He said after a while.

Smiling Liz got up gripping her towel tightly. Zan looked down at her letting his feelings finally show about how hot she looked. He started walking toward her ready to fulfill every fantasy she had when she put up her hand to stop him.

“No.”

Zan looked at her confused. “I thought you wanted to-“

“I do. Just not now. You lost your chance buddy. All this talk has made me extremely hungry.”

Zan chuckled shaking his head. “All right. Get dressed angel. I’m taking you on a tour of New York City.”

HEY PEOPLE! Well, here's another part of this story. Just wanted to let ya'll know I'm happy. I know, I know, ya'll don't care but still I am! YAY ME!

Chapter 6

Zan took Liz to his favorite pizzeria in China Town then to a walk through Central Park. He knew he was attracted to her but he hadn't expected to actually like her. Enjoy her company. It turned out Liz was not only beautiful but she was extremely funny and had a wonderful sense of humor. They laughed at the stupidest things and Zan was finding he was having one of the best if not the best time of his life. Zan looked down at Liz and smiled at the look of happiness she had.

He loved to see her reactions to everything in New York. He laughed himself silly when he heard her reaction to a bum peeing on the street corner. She had blushed a bright red and hid her face in his chest. She couldn't have looked more adorable.

Reaching over he grabbed her hand; intertwining their fingers together. She looked up at him and smiled brightly. They continued to walk through the park until they reached the corner of the street.

“So, what do you want to do now?” Zan asked.

He watched her take her plump bottom lip between her teeth. All thoughts left his head at that moment and all he could think about was kissing her. He wanted to be the one that nibbled on that lip.

“I don’t know. I’m having a great time so far. We can do whatever you want.” She said blushing lightly.

Zan grinned. He grabbed her by the waist pulling her against his body. “What if I want you?” He said in a low voice.

Liz felt her breath start to accelerate. “I have no objections.” Liz whispered.

His hand traveled up her ribcage until he was cupping her cheek. He stared at her mouth; brushing his thumb over her plump bottom lip.

“Lick them for me.” He said huskily.

Liz looked into his eyes then slowly brought her tongue out over her lips. She let out a small gasp when his eyes darkened in desire. He leaned in slowly and brushed his lips over hers a couple of times before he took her mouth fully. Moaning Liz wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. Liz knew that Zan had to be a good kisser but she hadn’t expected to feel so hot for him with just one kiss. She tried to deepen it but before she could Zan pulled back. Liz looked up at him dazed wondering why he stopped so quickly when she saw the small crowd behind them.

Her eyes widened and she buried her face on Zan’s chest embarrassed. Zan moved out of the way and let them cross the street. They heard definite snickering and a couple of ‘get a room’, which only made Liz bury her head further against him. Zan laughed rubbing her back soothingly and pulled back to look down at her face.

“Don’t worry angel. You’ll probably never see those people again anyway.”

Liz looked away her cheeks still a dark shade of red.

“Tell you what. How about we go home and finish what we started.” He brushed a quick kiss over her lips.

Liz held back the urge to pull him against her for a proper kiss and nodded. “Okay.”

Zan haled a cab in two minutes impressing Liz. Zan shrugged. “Practice.”

***
They arrived at the house in fifteen minutes. Liz led him upstairs to her apartment.

“Would you like something to drink?”

Zan shook his head. “You’d better drink some water though. I don’t want your throat parched when I make you scream for me.” He said cockily.

Liz smirked. “What makes you think I’ll scream for you? What if you can’t satisfy me?”

Zan gave her a smirk of his own and quickly closed the distance between them. He pulled her to his body and took her lips in a fierce kiss. He nipped and sucked on her tongue and mouth tasting her sweetness. By the time Zan had finished loving her mouth and pulled back Liz had her leg draped around his waist. Zan chuckled at the dazed look in her eyes. Coming back to her senses Liz put her leg down and cleared her throat.

“You probably think you’re so good.” Liz said looking away from him.

Zan took her chin in his hand so she looked at him. “No, sweetheart. We’re good together. I love the way you respond to me.”

Liz blushed. “Why don’t we-“

Liz stopped talking when she watched Zan stifle a yawn. “Tired?”

Zan shook his head. “It’s all right angel. I missed my afternoon nap is all.”

Well, the mood just died. She thought to herself. She but her lip debating what she should say. She really wanted to continue what they started but he was tired. What if he was too sleepy to do it right? She chided herself. It wasn’t like she wanted him to last all night. She had read in a book that virgins could hardly stand doing it more than one time because of the soreness. They also usually never climaxed the first time either.

“I’m not gonna zonk out on you when we have sex if that’s what you’re thinking?” Zan said smirking.

Liz bit her lip. That was exactly what she was thinking. “Um, maybe you should rest. You missed your nap because of me.”

Zan smiled. “It’s all right sweetheart. You may be right. I wanna be wide awake when I make you come.”

Liz blushed again.

“How ‘bout I help you get into bed.”

Liz nodded. “Kay.”

Zan waited while Liz went into the bathroom to do her nightly ritual. She finished brushing her teeth and went into her dark bedroom. Removing all her clothes she climbed into bed and covered herself with the bed sheet. She was just about to call him when she saw movement from the corner of her eye. Zan stepped out of the corner and walked over to her to stand by the bed.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been tucked into bed.” Liz whispered.

Zan smiled. “Well, this may be a little different than you remember.”

He tucked the sheet securely around her so she wouldn’t be able to move her arms or legs. When he was satisfied he bent over and took her nipple into his mouth through the sheet. Liz gasped loudly and tried to arch her back but the sheet prevented any movement. Zan moved from one breast to the other before he straddled her lightly. He took her mouth in a hard kiss and nipped at her lip.

“Do you know how hard I am just thinking that the only thing separating me from your sweet cunt is this sheet and my jeans?” Zan said huskily.

Liz whimpered wanting to feel him inside her.

“Don’t worry angel, tomorrow we’ll try one of the fantasies from your book. I won’t stop until we’ve done them all.”

“How will you know what the fantasies are? I have the book.” Liz panted.

Zan grinned. “I plan on taking a trip to Barnes and Nobles and getting my own.”

He got up. Bending down he kissed her forehead, eyelids, nose, and finally mouth.

“Sleep baby. Dream about me tonight.” Zan whispered.
Liz nodded sleepily and closed her eyes trusting that Zan would lock the door on his way out.

Hey guys. Okay I know it's been a while but I'm trying to squeeze in as much fun as possible to my meezly three weeks vacay. I hope you guys enjoy this part.

Chapter 7

"Do you like that angel?" Zan asked as he rubbed her slowly through her underwear.

Liz moaned nodding vigorously. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her ears were ringing. No on in her life had ever made her feel this good.

Zan pulled down her little white cotton panties. He smiled totally turned on that though she dressed like a vixen she was still innocent at heart. Once her panties were gone he had to use all the control he possessed so he wouldn't take her hard and fast like he wanted.

Liz's sucked in a breath when she felt Zan bend his head and inhale. When he gave her a slow lick Liz cried out and her hips rose from the bed sharply.

"Shh. It's okay baby. I'll take care of you." Zan soothed.

He held her hips firmly and licked her again.

"Oh, God." Liz whispered.

Zan used his fingers to open her wide and started to feast on her. Liz had never felt anything so wonderful and prayed that it never stopped.

RING! RING!

Liz shot up from the bed. She looked around then with a loud groan fell back onto her pillows. Damn it!

RING!

Grumbling Liz reached over to her bedside table and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" She said a little too sharply.

"Yes, is this Elizabeth Parker?" A female voice asked.

"Yes, this is she."

"We were just wondering when it is that you would like your cable installed."

Liz held back the urge to yell at the woman on the other line. She was in the middle of one of the best dreams ever and she was torn away from it because the woman wanted to know when she wanted to get cable. God, some people were inconsiderate.

"Um, next week is fine. I don't watch much TV anyway." Liz answered.

"That's wonderful. May I please have your address and phone number to verify the information we have now."

Liz gave the woman her address and phone number before hanging up. Groaning she got up from the bed and walked into the kitchen to get started on a pot of coffee.

After finishing in the bathroom Liz poured herself a cup and sat on the couch in her living room. She didn't have to go into work until next week so she had plenty of time to gather as much information as she could about her sister and spread the word. She had plenty of flyers left and though New York was a huge city she wasn't about to give up. She'd find Serena if it was the last thing she did.

RING!

Liz rolled her eyes. Why did she have to install the telephone so soon? Sighing she got up and walked back into her room to pick up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey chica!" A loud perky voice said on the other line.

Liz smiled. "Hey, Maria."

"Did you just wake up? It's like one in the afternoon."

"I was out late last night."

"Hmm doing what? Or shall I say who?"

Liz was happy Maria couldn't see her because she was pretty sure her face was the color of a tomato.

"Just touring the city."

"That's wonderful chica. Look, I know you don't have to come to work for another week but Izzy and I were wondering if you were free tonight. We could all go clubbing and hang out."

Liz's smile grew wider. "Sure. I'd love to go out with you guys."

"Great! Okay, well see ya tonight!"

Liz shook her head smiling and hung up. That Maria was always happy. Liz bit her lip and her eyes landed on her Fulfilling your Fantasies book. Her thoughts went immediately to Zan and what they did last night. A flash of heat ran through her body causing her to shiver.

Picking up the book Liz lay in the middle of her bed and started to flip through it. She stopped on page seventy seven fantasy number 98) Naughty Professor. Hmm. That one had definite possibilities.

Would Zan want to be the strict professor that punished the naughty student? Or would he rather be the bad boy in class that needed discipline? There were so many things Liz wanted to try and she didn't know where to start.

"Morning angel."

A deep voice said behind Liz making her jump.

~~~

Zan woke up with the biggest hard on he'd ever had. Last night he'd told Liz to dream about him but it was e that dreamed about her. She was wearing a short school girls skirt and a tight white t-shirt. Her hair was braided and she kept sucking on a big red lolly pop. At one point he was naked on the bed his cock standing proud and she had crawled on top of him sinking slowly onto his erection.

Zan stood up and walked uncomfortably to the bathroom. After brushing his teeth he turned the shower onto cold and hopped in. How he ever spent six months without sex was beyond him. His shower was quick and effective. His erection was gone and he had a clear enough head to work on his thesis.

Booting up his computer he worked for about an hour before he heard Liz start moving around upstairs. That quickly his concentration was shot and his hard on was back full force. Jesus Christ. He's was never going to be able to work if just the sound of her moving around gave him an erection the size of Texas. Shaking his head he tried to get back to work but it was no use. Sighing he saved his work and turned off his computer.

He lay back on the couch in his office listening to Liz for while before making up his mind. He got up not bothering to put a shirt on and walked upstairs. He took out they key he had taken from her yesterday to close her door and unlocked it.

"Angel?"

He looked into the kitchen but she was no where in sight. He walked slowly towards her bedroom. The door was open half way and when Zan stepped in he felt himself stir in his pants again. Would that always happen around her?

Liz didn't notice he'd come in because she engrossed in her book. Zan wondered what Fantasy she was reading and reminded himself he needed to make a quick stop to Barnes and Nobles today.

"Morning angel."

He smiled when she jumped about two feet in the air. Liz turned around and her eyes widened. She stared at his hard chest for a minute and unconsciously licked her lips. Zan's eyes zeroed in on her mouth and he had the sudden urge to kiss her.

"Zan! W-what are you doing here?"

Zan grinned wickedly. He walked slowly towards her until he stood at the foot of the bed.

He watched in satisfaction; her breath start to increase and her nipples pucker through her t-shirt.

"Come 'ere baby."

Zan's cock hardened even more when she started to slowly crawl towards him. She sat up in front of him and waited.

~~~

Liz bit her lip. She was trying to keep her eyes on his face but she couldn't help but look at him. He had such a gorgeous body. The handful of guys she dated didn't look half as good as Zan did with clothes on let alone clothes off.

"Come 'ere baby."

Her nipples were painfully hard and she couldn't stop herself from going to him. She crawled over to him and sat up on her knees.

~~~

Zan wrapped his arms around her waist and crushed her body to his. He nuzzled her neck, biting and sucking on her pulse point. Liz moaned loudly and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I had a dream with you last night angel." Zan whispered.

Liz pulled back and kissed him hard. She didn't know where her boldness came from but she found herself teasing him.

"Tell me. What did you dream?" Liz asked huskily.

Zan almost came in his pants at her request. "You were wearing a little green skirt," he started.

"Yeah? Did you like the way I looked in it? Was I sexy for you?"

Zan lifted her into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Mmm, angel you were so sexy. Every time you bent over I could see your cute little ass. Your tight white shirt let me see your cute puffy nipples. You wore your silky hair in two braids and you keep teasing me with a red lolly pop."

Liz felt his hard erection through her shorts and couldn't help but grind into him. She was totally turned on by what he was saying and knew that her juices would soon be seeping through her shorts.

"Then what?" Liz breathed into his ear before nibbling on it.

"Then I was lying on the bed while you rode me." Zan cupped her ass and thrust into her through their clothes.

"Did I make you hot?" Liz asked huskily.

Zan laid her back on the bed and climbed on top of her. He kissed her hard, nipping on her lips and tasting every inch of her warm mouth. He ground his erection into her wanting to thrust hard inside her.

"I woke up with a huge hard on."

“I’m sorry.” Liz blushed, though she was feeling bold she couldn’t help but feeling her face heat up.

Zan grinned when he saw her skin flush. He kissed his way to her collar bone. “Its okay baby, I’m always hard around you.”

Wanting to feel her skin pressed to his Zan lifted her shirt over her head. He groaned when her puffy nipples came into view. He loved breasts. Big ones, small ones, black, white. It didn’t matter to him, though he was positive he’d never seen breasts he loved more than Liz Parkers.

Zan bent his head and kissed his way down to her breasts. He licked one of her nipples moaning at her sweet taste. Liz arched her back crying out loudly.

***

Liz lay back panting but cried out again when he moved to nibble and suck on her other nipple. God, if she’d known it would feel this good she would have done it along time ago. When Zan bit her softly she let out a sob, her stomach was in knots and she felt a heat radiating off her body. She’d never felt so tense before and needed to relieve some of the pressure. When he kissed his way down to her shorts Liz had to take deep breaths to keep from blacking out.

He removed her shorts and panties and she heard his intake of breath when she was completely bare to his gaze. He kissed a slow path down to her center. Liz was trembling by the time he reached her hot core. Liz had never gone past kissing a guy before let alone having one see her naked so she instinctively closed her legs when he spread them.

“Let me see you baby.” Zan whispered looking into her eyes.

Liz bit her lip and shook her head blushing profusely. What if he didn’t like it down there? What was really so appealing about that part anyway?

Zan kissed her thighs licking her softly. “You’re beautiful angel. I can smell how hot you are for me. Open for me baby.”

Zan’s coaxing and soft kisses finally convinced her and she let him spread her legs once more. He inhaled deeply. Liz couldn’t keep her eyes away from him even if she wanted to. She watched in fascination as he stuck out his tongue and licked her.

***

Zan wrapped his arms around her thighs when her hips arched off the bed. He licked at her again and again addicted to her taste. He felt her tremble and knew she was close. When his lips latched onto her clit Liz cried out above him. He sucked harder and slowly added a finger inside her pumping in and out.

“Zan!” Liz screamed when he finally pushed her over the edge.

Zan lapped up all her juices before kissing his way back up her body. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were flushed. She had never looked more beautiful. He kissed her forehead, eyelids, nose then mouth. He was hard as hell but he knew he wasn’t going to take her now. No, he was going to make everything perfect and take her tonight.

“Angel?” She still hadn’t stirred.

He caressed her face until she finally moaned slightly and her eyes fluttered open. He gave her his patented half smile.

“You okay baby?”

Liz bit her lip and nodded. He grinned and took her lips in a long lingering kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and unconsciously grinded her hips on his erection.

Zan groaned and pressed on her harder before he pulled back. He was losing control fast and he couldn’t have that. He needed to wait till tonight.

***

Liz whimpered wanting to feel his lips on hers again.

“Shh, baby. I can’t take you yet.”

Liz frowned. “Why?”

She knew he wanted her. She could still feel his hard on where he pressed it against her.

“Tonight. I’m gonna take you tonight. I’m going to make you come three times with my mouth and fingers before I make you come with my cock.”

Liz’s eyes widened. “I can’t!”

There was no way she’d be able to endure anymore of what he did to her. She’d die from the sensations.

Zan grinned wickedly at her. “Yes you can baby. It’ll be soo good.”

She didn’t respond. What could she possible say? He looked over at the clock on her bedside table.

“I gotta go angel,” he kissed her softly. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Liz got up and put on her clothes a while after Zan left. It was already three o’clock and she really wanted to see if anybody in the streets could help her with her sister.

***

Three hours later Liz came home. She hadn’t made any progress yet. It seemed no one had ever seen or heard of a Serena Parker. She managed to hand out all the flyers though and hopefully someone would call with some information.

Liz walked passed Zan’s closed door and stopped. She pressed her ear against it smiling when she heard his soft snoring. She could imagine him sprawled out on the couch taking his afternoon nap. She continued to walk up to her apartment and opened the door.

RING!

Rolling her eyes she ran into her room and picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey chica.” Maria answered.

“Hey Maria. What’s wrong I though w were gonna meet up at the club at nine?”

“That’s what I’m calling about. Isabel said you weren’t going.”

Liz frowned. “Why would she say that?”

She heard Maria sigh. “Because you told her you wouldn’t. Why? Did something happen?”

Liz shook her head in confusion. “Maria what are you talking about? I haven’t seen Isabel in days.”

“She said you were at Shoprite this afternoon. She sounded pretty upset. She said you looked right at her than walked by as if you didn’t know her. When she caught up to you and asked about the club you said you weren’t going.”

“Maria I haven’t been to Shoprite. I don’t even know where Shoprite is.”

“Well then, either Isabel’s hallucinating or you have a clone somewhere.” Maria said jokingly.

Liz’s eyes widened. It finally hit her. Isabel saw her at Shoprite. A clone.

“Serena.” Liz breathed out dropping the phone.

Um..hey guys!...I know it's been more than a month since I've updated this. I'm sorry I was just so caught up in my other stories that this one sort of just took a back seat. well, no worries. I'm updating this one. I hope ya'll didn't abandon me.

Chapter 8

Liz thought about her sister the entire time she was getting dressed. If Isabel saw her at Shoprite then that meant she was near by. Right? Someone who didn't live around here wouldn't be shopping for food so far away from their home...would they?

After Liz had picked the phone back up she had assured Maria that she was going to the club with them. Her sister always loved clubbing and Liz couldn't miss the chance of seeing her in one of the hottest clubs in New York. Her hopes had increased significantly and she couldn't wait. Maybe she'd find her sister tonight! If that was the case she hoped Zan wouldn't mind her cancelling their plans. She was supposed to meet him after the club at twelve in her apartment. He'd understand. He knew how important finding her sister was to her.

Checking the clock on her bedside table she looked at herself in her closet mirror satisfied with the way she looked. She had to meet Isabel and Maria at Toxic in twenty minutes. Grabbing her purse she ran out the door and down the stairs as fast as she could in heels. She contemplated knocking on Zan's door but thought better of it. If she saw him now she'd forget about the club and jump him.

~~~

"I'm not coming in today Rath." Zan said over the phone as he paced.

"What? You not coming in to work? Oh my god I think I just had a small heart attack," Rath said sarcastically. "May I ask what brought about this miracle?"

Zan snorted. "None of your business. I'm just letting you know."

"Hmmm, is it a woman? Please tell me it's a woman...wait unless it's a man."

"Bye Rath." Zan rolled his eyes and hung up.

He stared at the newly bought book on his desk. A grin appeared on his face when he thought about this morning. He had gone to Barnes & Nobles and headed straight for the sex part of the store. He spotted the book quickly but he couldn't help but flip through some other books too. Barnes & Nobles had an interesting collection of books and he wondered why he'd never paid attention to them before.

He was reading a particular book called Sex Sex Sex when a tiny voice penetrated his thoughts.

"I can read that." Zan looked down to see a pair of sparkling blue eyes.

The little girl looked at the cover. "Ssss..eh..."

Zan quickly closed the book and put it away before she could finish sounding out the word. Unfourtunetly he wasn't quick enough and he watched on amused as the little girl turned to her mother, "Mommy what is sex?"

The woman glared at Zan before grabbing her daughters hand and walking away. Zan chuckled, heading towards the cash register to pay for his book.

Zan sat down on his reclining desk chair and picked up the book. He sat back with his feet propped on the table and flipped through the pages. He looked down at his watch; ten thirty. He had plenty of time to pick a certain fantasy before heading up to Liz's apartment to prepare.

He turned the pages stopping at one randomly. 17) That Stethoscope is Cold.

Hmm, interesting title. Zan thought.

How would you like your own personal doctor? Now I know no one likes going to the doctors but trust me this will be an appointmet you'll never forget. Pretty soon you'll be begging for another checkup.

Step 1) Dressing up is always fun. Remember how fun holloween was as a child? You could dress up as a witch or ghost and for that night that's what you were. Well, putting on a costume isn't just for children and holloween anymore. For this particular fantasy dressing up and getting into character is key. Guys find your woman a sexy little nurse's uniform or ladies get your man a doctors jacket and stethoscope. Then let the fun begin.

Step 2) Getting your checkup. Once you're fully in character have fun with it. Make a makeshift doctors office and make your partner lay back on the table while you do a thorough checkup. Remove articles of clothing from your patient to make sure they are very healthy. You wouldn't want to make a mistake and prescribe the wrong medicine now would you?

Step 3) Say ahh. Hmm, what can one possibly do when a patient has their mouth so willingly open? It's up to you doctor. The patient may need to prove their motor skills are still top notch. The doctor could always show thier patient how a mouth should work if anything.

Step 4) Making another appointment. After your patient is cleared why not arrange another check up? One can never be too healthy. The possibilities are endless.

Zan finished the page with a huge hard on. As he read he couldn't help picture him and Liz playing doctor. Though this fantasy was one Zan would definitely want to try out it wasn't the one he wanted for tonight. He flipped through more pages then finally stopped at the perfect fantasy. HE read the instructions carefully grinning wickedly. Liz wouldn't know what hit her.

~~~

Liz, Maria, and Isabel sat at a table drinking their cosmopolitans. It had taken some convincing but Liz managed to explain to Isabel that she hadn't ignored her at all at Shoprite and that she must have seen her twin. Without going into to much detail she told them about how her twin lived in New York and Liz had come to find her.

They'd been there for over two hours but Liz still didn't see a sign of her sister. She hadn't expected to find her so quickly but there was a small part of her that was hoping she might have.

"Aww, I wish the cute bartender was here. He is soo handsome. He's got the bad ass nobody can tame me look that just makes every girl that looks at him fall to their knees." Maria said dreamily.

Isabel rolled her eyes. "Yeah and I suppose my brother is chopped liver right?"

Maria snapped out of her trance. "Oh you know I love Michael but it doesn't hurt to dream. Besides I wanted Liz to see him. You never know he might be her type."

"Maria he's every body's type as long as they buy drinks."

"Why do you have to ruin is Iz? I mean you never know they could fall in love, get married, have lots of babies..."

Liz shook her head and smiled at them. Those two were a pair. Little did they know that no matter how hot this bartender was supposed to be she only had eyes for a specific landlord. For now. She thought sighing. She couldn't let this become more than their arrangment entailed. Feelings only complicated things...besides it wasn't like Zan would ever feel the same way.

~~~

Liz arrived at her apartment ten minutes past twelve. She hoped Zan hadn't thought she's forgotten or stood him up, the cab had arrived late in turn making her late. When she reached her apartment door she noticed a note attached to it. Smiling she opened the note and read Zan's neat loppy handwriting.

Hey angel,

Hope you're not too tired from your night out with the girls cause I intend to play with you all night. Now follow directions like a good little girl. As soon as you get inside take of your high heeled shoes and put down your purse. As much as I'd love to see you in nothing but stilettos this isn't the time. Once your comfy follow the white rose petal road to your next note.

Zan

Liz bit her lip nervously and opened the door. She was immedietly assaulted with the smell of her vanilla candles. Looking around she gasped at how beautiful everything looked. Zan had turned on candles and placed them on the floor outside of the white rose petals strewn on the ground making a road. Following what the note said Liz put done her purse and took off her shoes.

She walked slowly shaking from nervousness and excitment when she reached a fork in the road. A note lay on the rose petals and she picked it up with trembling hands.

Hi baby,

Now one end of this road leads to the bathroom. That's where I want you to go. Inside there's a nice silk red robe I bought for you. I want you to take of your clothes and out it on for me. I want you naked under the robe angel. When your done take the other side of the road that leads to your room and lay in bed for me.

Zan

Liz felt herself getting damp while she walked into the the bathroom. On the sink in a beautiful pink Victoria's Secret box was her red silk robe. She took off her black dress, folding it and setting it down on the toilet cover before removing her bra and panties. She opened the box and picked up the robe it felt so soft on her fingers. Liz put it on and tied the belt around herself loosely. The robe reached her about mid thigh and she noticed it was completely see through. Taking a deep breath she left the bathroom and walked into her room.

"Oh my." Liz said softly.

Her room was also bathed in candle light. There had to be at least two dozen candles on all around her room and about just as many rose petals on and around her bed. She bit her lip and walked over to the bed laying on top of the soft petals. Her heart was thundering in her chest as she waited for Zan.

~~~

Zan's cock was so hard he thought he'd pass out from lack of blood to his brain. Liz was lying on her bed the silk robe he bought her hugging her luscious curves. He could see her hard puffy nipples through it and he made a mental note to buy her a robe in every color they had. He watched her fidget nervously while she waited and he couldn't stay hidden any longer.

"Welcome home angel." Zan said stepping out of the shadows.

~~~

When Liz heard his voice her eyes were immedietly trained on the corner of the room. Her breath caught when she saw he was only in red silk boxers matching her robe perfectly. He was so handsome and sexy that Liz couldn't believe he was actually here with her. Never in her life had anyone that looked half as good as Zan paid attention to her. Her heart rate increased as Zan got closer to the bed.

"Guess what?" Zan whispered as he climbed on the bed. He hovered above her his hands on either side of her head.

Liz looked up at him their lips were milimeters apart. "What?" she whispered back.

"I have my very own Fantasy book." He said huskily and took her lips in a searing kiss.

Liz moaned wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him closer to her. He nipped and sucked on her plump lip then worked his way down to her neck. With one of his hands Zan untied the belt of the robe and let it fall open.

He lifted his head to look down at her. Feeling slightly self concious she squirmed under his gaze. He looked up and their eyes met. Liz gasped softly at the look of hunger and desire in them. Kissing her briefly he made his way down to her collarbone.

"God, angel. You're breasts are so beautiful." Zan whispered staring down at them.

She arched her back when Zan attached himself to one of her nipples and sucked hard. He paid extra attention to both her nipples laving and biting them. Liz's breathing was coming out in short gasps and she was already on the edge. Zan plucked at on of her nipples and sucked on the other when Liz was trembling he slid his hand from her breast to her weeping core and flicked her clit. Liz cried out coming instantly. Zan kissed up her chest to her mouth and waited out her orgasm with her.

A few minutes later Liz opened her eyes and smiled shyly at Zan. "Thank you."

"Oh, sweetheart this is just the beginning. I fully intend to keep the promise I made you this morning." Zan said kissing her lovingly.

Liz frowned. "What promise?"

Zan grinned his eyes sparkling wickedly. "That I'm gonna make you come three times with my fingers and mouth before I make you come around my cock."

Liz's eyes widened. "No! I can't! It's too much." she said shaking her head.

Zan kissed her again sucking on her lip lightly. "Yes you can baby. It'll feel so good." Zan whispered between kisses.

"I-I'll try." She whispered back.

Zan smiled and worked his way down her body. He paused to flick his tongue over her nipples before continuing downward. He dipped his tongue into her belly button then stopped when he reached her dripping cunt. She was so wet her juices glistened in the candle light. Inhaling her intoxicating scent Zan dipped his head and licked her.

Liz shuddered moaning loudly when his tongue came in contact with her sensitive clit. He licked and sucked on her lips drinking in her essence. Everytime he moaned in pleasure Liz felt it vibrating through her entire body. He continued to play with her until she came a second time.

"Mmmm that was good baby one more time. Come for me one more time angel."

Zan inserted a finger inside her and pumped quickly in and out of her while he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Liz didn't even come down completely before Zan brought her over again.

Liz shuddered violently tears springing to her eyes. Zan sat up and lifted her into his arms cradling her in his arms.

"Shh, angel. You looked so beautiful baby." Zan murmured rubbing her back soothingly.

Liz calmed down burying her face in his chest in embarrassment.

"Are you okay angel?"

Liz nodded.

Zan kissed her forehead before laying her on the bed. Liz watched through hooded eyes as Zan removed his silk red boxers. Her eyes widened at his size and girth.

Zan watched fear flash in her eyes. Laying on top of her he kissed her reasurringly.

"It'll be okay baby. I'll fit you perfectly. Don't be afraid."

Liz nodded kissing him softly. Zan pulled out the condom he had in his boxers and protected them.

"I'll take it slow." Zan murmured.

Aligning their bodies Zan carefully entered her. He gritted his teeth tightly fighting the urge to come on the spot. She was the tightest pussy he'd ever had. Liz moaned softly at the invasion of her body. He was so big and she felt so full.

Once Zan reached her barrier he stopped. "Angel-"

"Just do it Zan. Make it quick."

Zan nodded and pulled back before thrusting all the way inside her. Liz clenched her teeth willing the pain away. Zan waited patiently for Liz to get used to him. A couple of minutes later Liz started moving experimently under him.

"You ready baby?"

Liz nodded. "Make love to me." she whispered.

Zan froze above her. He'd never made love to anyone. He looked down into her brown eyes sparkling from unshed tears and knew he'd deny her nothing.

"Okay." Zan whispered back.

He slowly pulled out and pushed back inside her. Liz lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Soon Zan started thrusting harder inside her.

"Are you gonna come for me again angel?" Zan said huskily.

Liz moaned in response. Zan knew he was close to the edge and he wanted, needed her to come around him. Reaching in between them he rubbed her clit in fast circles.

"Zan!" Liz cried coming around him.

Zan felt her already tight walls tighten even more around him almost painfully and came hard inside her.

Liz lay limply under him and Zan used the little strength he had left to discard the condom in the waste paper basket. Liz turned to her side and curled up tp Zan her head on his chest.

Zan looked down at her resting peacefully and felt his heart thump in his chest. He was in big trouble.