I'm back with an all human story. Eric is a sexy chef, and Sookie has some issues to get over. Updates to this story will be weekly, maybe sooner if the stars align. This will be about 12 -15 chapters in length and contains mostly porn and a little plot.

Chapter 1

Sookie walked through the doors of the Mirage Hotel and Casino and heaved a sighed, letting out a long awaited relaxing breath. In contrast to the hot, dry desert air that she had just abandoned, the lobby of the Mirage felt cool and luxurious. Sookie took in the marbled flooring and the high Grecian columns, the walls which were adorned with magnificent frescos and she could hear the faint running of water which indicated that a fountain was just around the corner. Sookie needed to get away from what she considered her "pathetic" life in L.A, and what better way than to escape than to head to a desert oasis.

Sookie had been consumed by the sadness she felt over the disappointing relationship that had just ended. Sookie had a lot of insecurities – her weight, her intellect, her sex abilities and most of all the scars that she had gotten when she was a mere child. All of those things played a very big part of why she had such a difficult time having self-confidence, and perhaps was the reason why she always went for the guys that she knew were not worthy of her.

Sookie had been humiliated by her latest disappointing relationship with her ex, Bill Compton. Sookie had gone above and beyond the call of duty to make sure that her boyfriend was happy with her, but he never seemed to be. In fact, last Thursday, Sookie had planned to make Bill's favorite dish and surprise him with what she thought was going to be a romantic evening. She had carefully prepared the tilapia and polenta the way Bill liked it, which she always thought was pretty bland. She set the table, carefully placing two candlesticks into her grandmother's silver pillars. As Sookie looked at the clock, she wondered where Bill was. He had agreed to meet her at her condo at 7:00 and as it was 7:30, she became concerned.

As it turned out, her concern was most definitely not warranted. At 8:00, Bill strode through her front door as if he owned the place, but that wasn't even the most horrendous of his actions, because Sookie noticed a tall, thin brunette holding his hand in an intimate way. Sookie felt her stomach drop at this sight, and she thought she would throw up on the spot.

"Sookie, this is Lorena, my girlfriend." He said casually, as if it was the most normal introduction he had ever made, like introducing his girlfriend to his sister. Sookie was shocked, mortified, and humiliated by his sheer gall. When had they even broken up? She wanted to yell, scream, demand that he explain himself, but she settled for asking him. "Why are you here Bill?"

"I wanted to pick up my T-shirt that I left last week when we broke up." He explained in a manner that implied, Are you questioning me?

Sookie schooled her features and understood the subtext of Bill's explanation. He had started seeing her last week. She felt humiliated by Bill in that moment, and wanted nothing more than to shove him out of the front door and crawl in bed, but instead, she picked up whatever remaining possessions Bill had left in her apartment, handed them to him and said a friendly goodbye.

However, before Sookie could shut the front door, Bill ran back towards Sookie sans the thin brunette.

"Sookie, wait!" he said

"When did we have this breakup conversation Bill?" Sookie hissed, wanting to slam the door on him, but needing an answer far more.

"You shouldn't be surprised I left you Sookie. I need to have a mother to my children. One who isn't …deformed." Bill said pausing to find the right word to describe Sookie. Deformed

Sookie could feel the tears prickling her eyes, but Bill hadn't finished preying on all of Sookie's insecurities.

"My family has begun asking if you were pregnant, and it made me realize that I need to find a suitable wife and we both know that isn't you. I'm sorry Sookie." Bill said, but not sounding very sorry at all.

By now the tears were streaming down her face and Sookie felt as though she was having a panic attack. Bill had managed to hit on nearly all of her insecurities. She looked like a deformed cow.

Sookie had slammed the door on Bill before he could tell her that she was a shitty lay too.

Now standing in the lobby of the Mirage, Sookie wanted nothing more than to erase the horrible memories that plagued her mind. She planned to check in to her room and head towards the spa for a nice hot rock massage and maybe a pedicure.

Sookie stepped up to the check in counter and spoke to the woman at the desk.

"Hello, I'm Sookie Stackhouse, and I have a reservation for a non-smoking queen deluxe." She said sounding too morose for her liking. She really needed to dedicate this weekend to forgetting Bill Compton and all the losers like him who made her feel shitty about herself.

The woman's face lit up in excitement "I've been waiting to check you in all day! Congratulations! You won our grand prize!" she said thrillingly.

"I…I don't understand. I won something? I didn't enter any contest or anything." Sookie said surprised and stunned by this unexpected news.

"Yes, you won! The hotel entered all of our weekend guests into a sweepstakes to win cooking lessons with the owner of the four star restaurant that we have on this property." She explained.

"You will have lessons with Eric Northman who is the chef and owner of The Knife - Las Vegas. He's one of the top chef's in Las Vegas. " she explained, then leaned across the check in counter to whisper, "And he's gorgeous too. " My cheeks burned in embarrassment.

Cooking lessons? With a hot chef? Great, Sookie thought, just what she needed, more calories for her pregnant body. Was this a sick karmic joke?

Pasting a forced smile on her face, Sookie graciously said, "Thank you so much, but I can't accept this prize, I'm just here to relax at the spa. Maybe I could exchange the cooking lessons for a spa treatment or something?"

The woman frowned at Sookie and looked at her computer screen. "I already sent Chef Northman an email stating that you had arrived and would be meeting with him in an hour. Everything has been set and we even have a photographer coming to take a photo or two of you during your lesson." She explained.

Sookie opened her mouth and was about to say, well send another freakin' email to cancel! But her manners got the better of her. She didn't want to be that ungrateful, bitchy guest that the staff gossiped endlessly about. She envisioned spit in her foot, hot rocks burning her back, dirty room with no maid service.

It was just a cooking lesson, it didn't mean, she'd actually have to ingest to highly caloric food. Maybe she could just meet with the chef, thank him for his time and then politely decline the lesson. Yes, that is exactly what she would do.

She smiled at the woman and said, "That sounds wonderful, thank you."

The woman explained how to get to The Knife, and when the photographer would be there.

Sookie thanked the woman again and turned towards the elevators, making her way to her room. She thought maybe she would raid her mini fridge first before meeting with the sexy chef.

When Sookie thought about it, Chef Northman would probably be happy that she was declining his lesson. Why would he want to spend his Friday night teaching a deformed cow how to chop basil? After that, Sookie planned to head to the nearest bar and drink away her worries.

As Sookie walked into her room, she quickly unpacked her luggage and laid out a pretty white dress that was, she thought, probably too short for her figure. In all actuality, Sookie looked beautiful in the Grecian style dress and it covered her scars so that she wouldn't be too self-conscious in it.

She left her hair down, it was long enough to hide what Sookie deemed were her flaws. And she put on some light make-up, after all, she was going to a bar in Las Vegas after the meeting. She thought she looked appropriate for a casual night out in a casino.

Sookie slipped on her strappy sandals, grabbed her clutch and headed towards the restaurant. She felt more than a little self-conscious and perhaps embarrassed to have to explain to the so-called "sexy" chef why she couldn't accept his lessons. However and despite her embarrassment, she was steadfast on her decision to decline the prize, no matter how hot the chef was.

A/N:

I've spent all day watching Food Network and it occurred to me that Eric would make a sexy chef.

Literally, amuse bouche means amusement for the mouth...yeah...

An amuse bouche is a tiny bite before your meal and it's purpose is to tantalize your taste buds. I went back and forth on what to name Chef Northman's restaurant, but ultimately I went with "The Knife" and it's a play on the SVM plot of Eric and Sookie being married by the knife.

So yeah, drop me a line and tell me what you think.

~Layla