A/N :Okay, this is a re right from the first try from the beauty and the IT guy. The storyline is the same and continues eventually where I left off, but I will continue. All rights belong to the wonderful Ms. Harris, I'm just playing around with them. I don't have a beta, so all mistakes are mine. See you at the bottom!
SPOV
'Sooks, have you seen the new IT guy, supposed to start today?' Amelia asks her younger co-worker at the office of Merlotte accountants. 'Huh, new IT guy? Have they finally found a replacer for that douchebag Compton? Probably also a worthless dickhead…' I replied with a rueful smile on my face. I keep my eyes trained on the monitor, I'd rather be a bitch then show weakness by the tears threatening to spill to even my best friend! After that I return to work, rattling my perfectly manicured fingernails against the keyboard.
Sookie's bad mood has been on for the last three weeks, it was equally the time her ex-boyfriend, William Compton, left her for his skinny-ass ex-wife, Lorena. He didn't only left Sookie, also his job as IT'er at their office. Actually, no one has heard from him for over the last two weeks now… The rumor went that the HR girl, Tara just hired a new IT guy.
I never got why Sam ever hired her to do a human resource job, Tara is bad ass 'till no end, but promised me she would hire Compton again, just so she could fire his ugly ass for pulling this nasty trick on me. Everyone clearly hated Bill Compton right know…
I think Amelia is smart enough to see the hurt through my bitchy exterior, the home cooked meals she's bringing over regularly and the sheer up telephone calls when she knows I am all alone and lonely are my biggest clue.
Before I can continue this train of thought the ping of the elevator takes me out of my reverie. Together with mine, every set of eyes are trained on the person coming out of the elevator. To be honest, my mouth fell open when I set my eyes on him… He wasn't pretty, he was downright gorgeous.
Dress code at Merlotte accountants is kind of formal, shirt and tie kind of formal for the men, women are supposed to wear dresses and skirts at knee length. It wasn't a written out rule, but everyone sticks to it, I think out of respect.
This guy wasn't exactly a shirt and tie kind of guy…
I don't get why Tara even interviewed him. Right, he's one good looking motherfucker, but that hair, those clothes, he just doesn't fit in here.
If he is as professional as his outfit is, we're better off without him. Beaten up sneakers, a pair of beige-colored cargo pants, a dark blue wife beater which accentuated his pale skin tone and his deliciously muscled upper-body. In Sookie's eyes, that can possibly be forgiven as a first day dress-code mistake. But his obvious very long, golden hair braided in dreadlocks aren't!
Sam, always neatly in suit and tie, comes out of his office, as a reaction to all the commotion.
'Eric Northman I presume? Welcome at Merlotte accountants.' He looks him up in the eye, while the two men shake hands. The looking up in the eye part was necessary for Sam. Not that Sam was small, but the new guy, Eric Northman apparently, was like 6"5 !
I'm only 5"1', but I will always say I'm 5"3', I can probably look him straight in the eye, at least when he is sitting down and I'm standing tall. I better wear my highest heels all the time, since we are likely to share our island at the office. I don't want to look teeny tiny compared to him, not that I'm not, but I can use the 6 inches lengthwise.
I shake the thought off and see Sam, showing the new guy, Eric around the office and introduce him to all the coworkers. At last, they come to the little island formed by three desks already occupied by Amelia and me. Well the third one was occupied again as of today, by this, not fitting Eric Northman…
EPOV
The moment the elevator door opened, I had the feeling I was a caged animal in a zoo or something. Had they never seen someone come out of an elevator before? Geez, if these were the kind of people working here, I would be out quicker than you can say 'Bye and not in the least thank you'
I mentally shrugged my shoulders, but didn't show anything through my facial expression. 'Smile Northman, and don't just stand here for Christ 's sake!' Was my own mental pep talk. How idiot would it look for the elevator doors to close again before I even got out.
I finally came out of the elevator and looked around for someone who might be the boss… still no word was said by anybody… creepy much?
I took in the faces of all my new colleagues, one in particular. The girl was just, I don't even have a word to describe her. Fuckhot would be a disgrace but damn, she was. The only downfall was her facial expression… She couldn't have looked dirtier when I would brake of one of her stiletto heels I think.
The following moment the man who I was introduced to the week before came running out of his office and luckily into my direction.
'Eric Northman , I presume? Welcome to Merlotte accountants ' he welcomed me while shaking my hand. He was looking me in the eye (for which he had to look up) in the process.
'I shall show you around, and you can start afterward. There's a note on your desk with your login for the pc and your email account. In your inbox you will find a list with updates etc. that need to be done. Of course when you find things which are necessary to do, you can always report them and solve them. When one of your co workers need help with making a presentation or a computer program that needs some help with, you will do that with the highest priority. It will actually take up the most of your time. ' My new boss explained.
'OK, Mister Merlotte', I answered the narrow man, he was longer than you should expect, but because he was blocked, you couldn't see it that well. He was stronger than he looked, I can tell that much.
I wasn't paying much attention through the short tour around the office, before the day came to an end, I would be able to find my way around with my coworkers and where everything was in the building.
When I was led to my desk I couldn't help but smirk, mine was right opposite than misses-pretty-but-bitchy. This would be interesting. When I sat down I took the time to take her in properly. She's a gorgeous curvy petite blonde, her hair is drawn back into a rather tight knot. Her blue eyes, which are almost the same shade as mine are wonderfully accented by some light makeup. So are her full lips. What a pity they're drawn into such a hard line, a smile would do them much more justice. My eyes are sucked to her bosom. Her blouse shows the top of her big, round breasts, without really showing something to the world…
'Could you draw your attention from my breasts for one minute please, I asked you a question!' I hear coming from the pretty mouth, now pulled into a smirk.
'Oh,' I quickly look her in the eye. 'What was the question again?'
'I asked when you were going to start placing a new pc-screen for me, mine malfunctions rather often.' She snaps at me. Bitch.
'Oh okay I'll do it right away.' I remember the storage room from the little tour where also replacement pieces for the computers are stocked
'I forgot your name I think, what is it again?' I ask the little venomous woman.
'Oh, you haven't forgotten it , I never told…'
'She's Sookie , Sookie Stackhouse,' The brunette quickly interferes ' And I am Amelia Broadway.'
After saying that, she gave me her brightest smile and shook my hand. 'Welcome aboard, Eric!' she continues with.
'I don't know why my colleague here is so bitchy to you, I'm sorry she is! ' She still smiled to me, where after she looks with a grim face at Sookie and says : 'Toilet, now!'
Seems like the lady's have something to talk about…
SPOV
'What the fuck is wrong with you Sooks?' Amelia spats at me ones we're in the restroom.
'What do you mean? There's nothing wrong with me that wasn't already bad as hell, you know that'
Of course I knew I was acting childish by being so annoying to the new guy, what was his name again? Eric I think…
'Of course there's something wrong with you , you're acting like a total bitch for the last two weeks now. I know you are hurt, but you have to show it differently, people aren't going to take your shit forever. People are going to drop you if you don't change your attitude. Presto.' Amelia responds a tad to quickly, this lays on her tongue longer than just today apparently.
'Well, my boyfriend dumped me, normally that I'm a little grumpy no? I thought we're friends, that we can talk about these things and that you will understand me!' I answer more than a bit hurt.
A tear wells up in my eye, I have to blink a couple times to hold it back but it falls anyway.' In a heartbeat, Amelia has me in her arms, hugging and comforting me. I try to wipe away the stray tear, but she isn't having any of it.
'Don't hide you're pain Sookie, at least not to me. Friends tell each other how they feel. You can lock down for everyone else, but open up for me Sooks. I can't help you when I don't know what's going on in that little head of yours. I am you're friend Sookie, and I love you like a sister I never had and that's why I tell you. It has to stop. Stop being so über bitchy all the time, you over exaggerate. Each and everyone of us want to kick Compton's ass, but we don't deserve this Sookie. Let Compton drown in his own piss. Really that asshole doesn't deserve any better. He never deserved to be with you anyway and now that Lorena bitch has her own garbage back while you got rid off it. You need to get back on the horse sweetie. We're going to find you a good rebound that fucks all that anger out of you before you combust.' She rambled on and on and was… so fuckin' right.
'Whoa? Now fucking a guy will take all the troubles away? Whoring myself out aint the way to go back to my usual self I'm afraid, Amelia.' I answer her, the idea still playing in my head.
'The fact you remember that part of my rambling, I think you really need to get laid.' She deadpans. 'I think we don't even need to go out to find that rebound you're looking for. The way the new guy was ogling you, he wouldn't mind fucking you out of you're misery.'
Amelia, always the subtle one… 'Well he looks kinda cute.' I start to admit but before my sentence has completely made his way out of my mouth, I'm again interrupted.
'Kinda cute? I could hear you're ovaries tingle from where I sat, like that fizzy candy you could buy ages ago.' Huh? Well okay maybe he's more than cute. No scratch that, he's hot, but I can't admit that right away goddamnit.
'Are you kiddin' Amelia?' I ask her. 'Come on the guy was looking at my girls! It proves three things about him. He's obsessed, bad mannered and really the Viking he looks like!'
Amelia had the feeling Sookie was only starting her lecture, so she quickly interrupted 'To me it's more like he's healthy, straight and having a good taste in women, girl! Plus that Viking part should deliver him double points' Amelia loves to get Sookie so high on her horse. She already knows that Sookie only says she isn't interested because her gran, God bless her soul, brought her up as a proper southern lady. It prevented her to freely speak her mind, but Amelia knows so much better than her friend thinks she knows her.
Amelia was already plotting how to tell the story to her new girlfriend, Pam. Lesbian or not, gossiping stays the best past time after sex and sleeping.
'I Don't know, Amelia. Fuck your coworker has turned out bad for me once, yes, it was his fault, but still… I don't know. He is really so different from Bill…'
'Okay, that's another plus! He's handsome, sexy and a little rebellious by the look of those dreadlocks. I think he's the change you need since he is 180° Compton's opposite. I think he would make you some cute babies. And now we should get our asses back in their before Sam sends out a search party.' With those words Amelia pushes open the door.
When I turn back towards my end of the island, I sit against the back wall, and oversee the whole floor, I stop unintentional in my tracks pretty briskly. Amelia jumps upright to see why, and then she also gets the view. Eric is already busy installing a new monitor for my desktop, connecting all the cables under her desk. Because he is working upright, the tight wife beater has crawled up a bit, ad with the low riding cargo's in place, the V-juncture of his hips is showing… as is a blonde happy trail crawling up his muscular belly. I swallow hard and hear Amelia make a crackling sound, while smirking at me as if proving a point… Well she is a suppose.
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