Stiletto.

A/N: Hello everyone! Let me first start off by saying, Holy Crap! I'm pretty sure that I had a mild heart attack when I opened my email this morning. I am super excited about the reception that this story is getting after one chapter. I seriously love all you guys. And my internet is being retarded, so I'd like to give a shout-out to my lovely reviewers for this chapter. So, VampFan4, VampSexual, vmp1, Silver Moon Goddess1, uvgottobekidding, and tropicalsorbet: Thanks for your awesome reviews and for all of your support. I appreciate it immensely and once again, I love you guys! This update is dedicated to you guys.

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Chapter Two- Indiscretions

Sookie took about five steps into her apartment before flopping onto the couch. She dropped her bag, which held the obnoxiously high heels, and kicked off her flip flops. Amelia joined her shortly
after, bearing two cups of coffee. "So, interesting first night, huh?" pondered Sookie.

Amelia laughed, "Yeah, I heard about your…uh, graceful first meeting with the boss man. Everyone did."

"Really? It wasn't that big of a deal," Sookie ran a hand through her hair.

"Dahlia would have everyone thinking differently."

"Why?"

"That girl is seriously hard up for Eric. I have no clue why, he doesn't seem to give anyone but Pam the time of day. Well, except you now."

"What the hell, Ame. He just caught me so I didn't split my head wide open."

"That may be so, but you can't deny that he's gorgeous." Sookie was unresponsive, so Amelia stared her down.

"Fine! Fine, he is…kind of attractive."

Amelia stood up, "You just keep living in denial of his hotness. I'm going to bed."

Sookie shook her head and got up to put her coffee cup in the sink. She clicked off the living room lamp, and headed to her bedroom.

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Around 6'oclock the following night, both Sookie and Amelia were running around the apartment. Both girls were in the early stages of getting ready for the night. They met in the hallway. "Is there any bylaw that says that I have to wear a black dress?" Sookie asked Amelia.

"Not that I'm aware of. I've seen the other girls wear colors. I don't think they really care, as long as it's sexy."

Sookie nodded, and the two girls crossed each other-- Sookie to her room and Amelia to the bathroom. Once in her room, Sookie made a beeline for her closet. She wasn't sure why she wanted to stand out, but she was pretty sure that it had something to do with a certain blonde vampire boss of hers.

Wait, what the hell, Stackhouse? You just said it-- he's your boss. You sooo can't go there, she thought.

But he's so good-looking. He looks like a Viking for the love of God, argued the libidinous part of her brain. This was the part that was in control when she pulled the low-cut, red dress out of her closet and put it on.

And it's not even like he's interested. He's got Pam…and potentially Dahlia. All he did was keep you front hitting your head, the rational part chimed in.

But he saved your 'pretty little head', the libidinous side argued. And if you don't care so much, what's with the dress?

I happen to like this dress, thank you very much. It has nothing to do with Eric.

Her mental conversation was interrupted by her roommate. "Hey. Ready to go?" Amelia asked.

"Yeah." She picked up her purse and her shoe bag, and they were out the door.

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The house lights were on when they entered Fangtasia. Sookie bid Amelia goodbye as she scampered into the dressing room. Sookie looked around and saw Arlene refilling the napkin holders on the tables. While she was putting her purse and shoe bag in the cabinet behind the bar, Arlene walked over. "Hey Sookie-- oh, nice dress."

"Thanks."

"What did I come over to tell you…" she tapped her chin. "Oh yeah! Eric said to send you back to his office for a formal introductory meeting, since your meeting last night was…less than formal."

"Jesus, does everyone know about that."

"Pretty much. You have Dahlia to thank for that. Which reminds me, I thought I saw that girl around here. She's supposed to be working."

"Bathroom, maybe?" Sookie shrugged and headed to the back. She understood that Eric's office was right next to Sam's. She was sure the protocol was to knock first, but from her vantage point at the end of the hall, she could see that the door was open. As Sookie rounded the corner into Eric's office, she became mildly disturbed at the fact that it was open. In front of God and everybody who happened to walk into that open door was Dahlia, straddled across Eric's lap, the two of them engaged in some rather not-open-door activities.

"Oh shit, sorry," she blurted, backing out of the door, closing it behind her. Well that was something I certainly didn't need to see, she thought as she made her way out of the back hallway. Whatever inkling she had that Eric might have been interested in her was just completely wiped out by the display she just witnessed. She had just made it to the end of the long hallway when someone blew by her, knocking her off balance. Sookie then felt a hand wrap around her forearm and hoist her back up.

"We've got to stop meeting like this," joked a disheveled Eric. Sookie jerked away from him.

"Sorry that I interrupted…whatever that was," she apologized before starting to walk out again. She was prevented from doing so by a hand on her wrist.

"We have a meeting, don't we?" Eric asked, releasing her and walking back to his office. Sookie stood there for a minute, dumbfounded, before she followed him.

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Dahlia had finished straightening herself out by the time she got back to the waitress area. "So nice of you to join us," Arlene commented when she saw Dahlia at the bar. Dahlia shot her an acidic look and went to finish prepping the tables.

Twenty minutes later, the house lights were down and the ambience lights were on. The earlier crowd was starting file in, Crystal was dancing, and the rest of the girls (including, surprisingly enough, Pam) were walking around and playing hostess. Dahlia had avoided Arlene by waiting on the few tables that were occupied, but she was forced to come back to the bar to fill her orders. She couldn't help but blurt out, "What the hell is taking Sookie so long?"

Arlene just looked at her. "She has a meeting with Eric, unlike whatever the hell it was you were doing back there." Dahlia opened her mouth to say something, but Arlene cut her off, "I know that you were back there with him. I just hope that Pam doesn't find out."

"You wouldn't."

"I won't." Dahlia let out a visible sigh of relief. "But you might wanna go fix yourself in the bathroom. Pam's blonde, but she not stupid." Dahlia scooted off to the ladies' room as fast as humanly possible. Arlene just chuckled, smiled at Pam because she was looking in their direction, and went to check on Dahlia's tables.

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Sookie seated herself in one of the black leather chairs in front of his desk. Eric sat down in his high-backed office chair, as if completely oblivious to the fact that he was just with Dahlia in that same chair. "So um, what did you want to see me about?" she asked, severely hoping it wasn't what he apparently wanted to see Dahlia about. Well, maybe not…just a little bit.

"Is everything here to your liking so far, Sookie?"

With the exception of me just having walked in on my boss giving it to one of my co-workers, "Yeah, everything is great."

"Excellent. I wouldn't want any of my girls to be unhappy." So that explains the benefits package?

"Nope, I am perfectly happy. So if that's it then I'll--" Sookie couldn't finished her sentence as Eric was around the desk and directly in front of her in seconds. She could, however, stand up.

"Are you really, perfectly, happy?" He asked, and Sookie couldn't mistake the way he purred the word 'happy'. That libidinous side of her was desperately trying to take over, but the rational side kept it in check. After a few minutes of mental warfare, she managed to move away from him and to the door.

"Yes, I am. Just remember to close your door next time," she flashed him a sneaky smile and left his office. Eric leaned against his desk and shook his head. This Sookie Stackhouse girl was different than the other girls that worked for him, Dahlia and Pam included. He decided that he was going to have to give Sam a bonus for hiring this one.

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Sookie made a pit stop in the back bathroom before heading out to the floor. She needed a minute to collect herself. After about fifteen more minutes, Sookie emerged from the bathroom and headed over to the waitress area, where she saw Arlene. She also spotted Dahlia, who still looked pretty out of sorts, walking towards one of the front bathrooms. Walking up to the bar, she greeted Arlene, "Hey. Dahlia going to the bathroom again?" She was attempting to sound nonchalant.

Arlene looked confused for a moment, but quickly shook it off, "Oh, uh, yeah…but didn't you--"

"Yeah I did," Sookie grimaced, "but I wasn't sure if you knew or not."

"Well she was kind of obvious about it. The funny thing though, is that she thought she looked put-together when she walked out from the back hallway," Arlene snorted and walked away as Dahlia came back.

"Way to go, bitch," Dahlia spat.

"Honestly, Dahlia, I don't have time for this," Sookie replied, walking away. She took the orders of two tables and returned to the bar.

"He'll probably never want to see me again, and it's all your fault," she hissed.

"If all it took was me mistakenly walking in on you guys, then it probably didn't mean much to him. And I've got news for you: You're not seeing each other. You're fucking in his office!" Sookie countered, trying to keep her voice as low as possible. She picked up her tray and went to wait on her tables. Sookie got about three steps when she heard something hit the floor, followed by a sharp pain at the back of her head. Dahlia had thrown her own tray on the ground, grabbed a fistful of Sookie's blonde hair, and yanked. She started to struggle, but was forced to give up when her heels betrayed her once again.

Once Sookie managed to right herself, she made to lunge at Dahlia, but was promptly grabbed around the middle and subdued by Alcide, one of the bouncers. Dahlia was being held back by Sam. "Now are you ladies going to calm down, or do we have to take you back to Mr. Northman?" someone asked; Sookie was pretty sure it was Alcide.

Why don't you just do it? That's what Dahlia would want anyway. Sookie bit down and resisted the urge to vocalize that thought. She really didn't want to out their tryst or whatever, she just wanted to get the bitch back for pulling her hair and being angry for something that didn't even happen. Sookie relaxed her body in a sign of surrender, and Alcide let her go. Sam let Dahlia go as well, but instructed her to go stand up front and play hostess for the rest of the night. On his way back to the DJ booth, Sam shot Sookie a sideways smile. Alcide did the same before heading back to his post at the side of the stage.

Sookie blinked, shrugged, and turned to Arlene, who had watched the whole exchange from one of her tables. "Oh, I am so glad I am not you right now," she commented, walking over. "The guy at the table I was at wanted me to give this to you," she said, handing her a couple of one-dollar bills.

"What is this, some kind of girl fight tip?" Sookie asked. Arlene shrugged and nodded. "And what do you mean you're glad you aren't me?"

"All I'm saying is you better hope that her pull with Eric isn't what she thinks it is, otherwise your days here might be numbered." Arlene grabbed a couple of bottles of TruBlood, heated them, and took them to a table full of vamps. Sookie tucked the money into her purse, and then turned around to lean against the bar. She wasn't really worried about Dahlia. She knew for a fact that her pull with Eric wasn't what she thought it was, and judging by the smiles she had just received from Sam and Alcide, she guessed that Dahlia didn't have much of a pull with anyone here.


And there's chapter two. So much catty behavior, I love getting to play the bitch on a multi-person level. In this chapter, I was kind of skeptical of the way I was working with Sookie's initial impression of Eric. I def. don't want it to feel forced. But hell, would any warm-blooded female be able to resist six and a half feet of hot, blonde, Viking? But in saying that, I'm also really excited to get to write snaky, conniving Eric. So yays all around. And once again, I love getting love from the readers. It's an addiction, like crack. Love ya'll!

Addendum to the concluding Author's Note: I am seriously sorry about the delay in updating with this chapter. I was all set to post it at 10am today, but something decided to malfunction during the posting process (I don't know if anyone else has had this problem, but whatev). I have copy and pasted this chapter like 7 times, and I even emailed it to myself in an attempt to try and post it from my desktop PC (I mostly operate from my laptop). None of those methods worked. So like an hour ago, I decided to try this method of putting it in one of my already-posted documents, so that is what I did. So I copy and pasted it an eighth time, which meant I had to do some reformatting, but luckily last week's episode of True Blood happens to be on right now, so I was somehow given strength to finish what I started at 10 this morning. And all because I love you guys. And I love hearing from you guys. Seriously, seeing everyone's interest in this little story of mine makes me extremely happy. So here is this chapter, and hopefully by the time the next update time rolls around (a couple of days from now), the glitch or whatever will be fixed. Either way, I will get you guys a chapter update, come hell or high water. So I apologise for any formatting issues, the editing job I did wasn't as thorough as it ususally is. Thanks for bearing with me :)

-Sydney