Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the one and only Charlaine Harris, to whom I thank profusely for creating such amazing and fun characters for me to dress up and play with.
A/N: Once again, thank you all so much for fantastic support. You guys rock my world!
As usual, this baby was beta-d by Sunkisz. If you think this shit is good, then go check her stories, they're fuckawesome!
Any remaining mistakes, you can blame them on me.
I hope you enjoy this, because it was a bitch to come out! Eric made me change the dialog at least three times. He didn't like being so passive… *grins*
Now, you guys read and I'll meet you all at the end.
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2. Walk, Idiot, Walk
"Where are you? I've been sick worried about you!" she yelled through my Bluetooth earpiece.
"Easy there honey, I got lost and took a wrong exit. No big deal!" I tried to calm her. "No flat tire, no accident. I'm alive and kicking!"
I should have known better than to say such things, given my history with bad luck.
As if on cue, I heard the screech of tires behind me as a red corvette approached fast, way over the allowed maximum speed, the owner hitting the breaks with full force.
"Shit!" I shouted, as it dawned on me that the car was going to hit me if I didn't get out of the way.
I still don't know how, but I reacted immediately, perhaps my self-preservation instincts kicking in, and seeing that was no one at the lane at my right, I swerved and managed for seconds only, to avoid a major collision that surely would send me, and the other driver, straight to the hospital.
Not that the asshole driving the corvette, wouldn't deserve it, I thought but gave myself a mental slap for thinking like that. Good Christians shouldn't wish ill on other people, even if they're total idiots.
When I reached the sidewalk, I killed the engine, took off my earpiece, and leaned my forehead against the steering wheel.
I stayed like this for what seemed an eternity, counting my blessing for still being alive, but only a few minutes had passed when I heard a knock on my window. I looked up and saw an angel.
Long blond hair, almost the same color as mine, framed a beautiful, yet very masculine face with deep blue eyes that resembled the sea in nights of a storm. He was very tall, about 6'4, with strong arms and large shoulders that contrasted with the thin waist and his body was muscular and sculpted, but not in that disgusting bodybuilder way. He was stunning.
Well, I guess I had died after all, but at least I was in heaven. I was sure I was staring; my mouth open gaping like a fish, but I could care less. Dead, remember?
"Miss, are you ok?" he called to me through the window. "Can you move?"
"Am I dead?" I asked him as he opened my door.
"What?! No! Are you ok? You must have knocked with your head pretty bad, I think you might be hallucinating," he replied.
"Huh? Oh, never mind. Who are you?" I inquired, realizing he was in fact a man, not an angel.
"I'm Eric," he said with a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, even though the circumstances are not as pleasurable," he added, doing his own share of staring.
I guess he was right because I was totally disoriented and couldn't, for the life of me, comprehend what the hell he was talking about.
"What do you mean?" I asked him as I got out of the car.
As soon as I stepped into the sidewalk, I understood. I looked up and saw the car parked right in front of mine - the red corvette.
He was the guy who almost got me killed.
I stared at the car for a long time as I felt my temper flare and anger take over me. And then I turned to him.
"You big asshole!" I yelled at him. "You almost got me killed!"
"I'm sorry, I tried to brake, but I…" he was saying, when I cut him off.
"You're sorry?! Well if you're sorry, than that makes it all ok, doesn't it? But guess what, you moron, that is definitely NOT OK!!!" I screamed, poking him in the chest with my finger.
"What else do you fucking want me to do? Write you an apology letter? Get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness?" he demanded. "We didn't hit, and you don't seem injured, so there's nothing else for me to do except to apologize, which I already did, but you don't seem to give a shit, so I'm going!" he finished and turned his back to return to his car.
Oh, no you didn't, my mind said in indignantly.
He actually had the nerve to turn his back on me!
But the view is lovely, the little devil on my shoulder whispered in my ear.
I told the little demon to shut up. This was not the time to think about his tush.
Right now I was seriously pissed!
This was no way to treat a lady, and I was going to give him a piece of my mind.
I grabbed his arm to get his attention and immediately felt an electric current spread from the point of contact between my skin and his, making a shiver run from my neck all the way down to my toes - giving me a warm tingling sensation that wasn't at all unwelcomed. He felt it too, I'm sure of it, because he turned back again and stared at me intently, his eyes darker with a primal feeling that was definitely not anger. I felt heat rise and spread from the center and throughout my body in waves.
Uh, oh, I thought quickly, and it was all I had time to, because all rational thinking flew out of my mind.
In less than two seconds, he was right back in front of me, gripping my waist and crushing his lips to mine. They were soft but demanding, seeking a similar response from my part. The devilish creature on my shoulder did a happy dance as I felt my traitorous body give in and respond to his claiming, allowing his tongue access to my mouth. His free hand rose to cup my face while the other pulled my body closer to his, reveling in the heat that emanated from us both.
The kiss became more fervent and passionate as our tongues battled with each other, seeking to caress every part of our mouths. I lifted my other hand, tangled it in his hair and pulled it, making him moan in pleasure into my mouth and grind his lower body into my mine, hitting just the right place through my jeans.
I heard myself moan when I felt the growing evidence of his arousal against my jeans, and the feeling of him alone made my panties damp.
Good girls don't behave this in the middle of the street, in plain daylight, with a guy they don't even know and almost hit their car, the tiny angel on my other shoulder yelled at me.
Suddenly realized how wrong the whole situation was and pulled away instantly, breathing heavily.
"What the hell was that for?" I demanded from him.
"I don't know." he said, surprised.
"Well, you should. You kissed me," I said, trying to calm my breathing.
"And you returned the kiss," he countered.
"But you were the one who started it!"
"I wouldn't have started it if you hadn't grabbed my arm!"
"And I wouldn't have grabbed your arm if you were a gentleman and treated me like a lady!" I yelled at him.
"If you were a lady, you wouldn't be yelling and kissing complete strangers!" he yelled back.
And then I slapped him - hard.
He looked at me in disbelief, rubbing his face, a red mark appearing in the place where my hand had been seconds ago.
"What was that for?!" he demanded.
"I don't know either." I answered, dumbfounded.
"Well, I guess that makes us even then. Have nice day…. "
"Sookie." I answered, still stunned.
"Have a nice day, Sookie." he said and went to his car.
He pulled out from the sidewalk, and as I was getting in my car I heard him yell.
"Goodbye, beautiful, I'll see you around."
Jerk, I thought to myself. I could almost see the grin on his face.
I sat down on the driver's seat and tried to gather my wits about the whole ordeal. Damn, that guy could kiss! To think of it was enough to send a shiver down my spine and to my… oh god.
No, I would not think about him again. He was rude, and arrogant, and made me feel things I haven't felt in a while… no, don't think about it, Sookie.
I would probably never see him again, so no use in thinking of him.
I had to get back on the road, Amelia was waiting for…
"Fudge! Amelia!" I said out loud. I had totally forgotten about her. I reached for the cell phone the earpiece on the passenger's seat and put it back in my ear.
"Sookie? Sookie, are you ok? What happened? Honey, can you hear me? Sookie!" she yelled in my ear. This was a day for yelling, it seemed.
"Oh, shoot! I'm sorry Amelia! I forgot about you!" I tried to explain. "It's just that I almost had an accident, but I'm fine, and then I took off my earp…" but she interrupted me.
"What happened? Are you ok?" she asked worriedly.
"I just told you, I almost got hit by a car," I said impatiently. "I was talking to you when I heard the sound of tires screeching. I looked through the mirror and saw a red corvette approaching at full speed. I don't know how, but I managed to swerve to the right and avoid the collision by mere seconds."
"Shit, Sookie! Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I think so," I said annoyed. "But the other driver was a total idiot. Cute, but still an idiot."
"How cute?" she asked enthusiastically, and I laughed.
"About 6'4, long blond hair, blue eyes; looked European or something," I told her.
"You should have asked him for his number. He sounds like a Viking God!" she laughed and then asked. "What was his name?"
"Henry, I think. No, Eric. As for his number, well, I wasn't exactly thinking about that at the time. I was busy insulting him" I told her, sheepishly.
And kissing, grinding…, my minded added, but I said nothing about it.
"Hmm, I see," she said and added, "That's a pity."
"What is it Amelia, do you know this guy?" I asked her and I could almost hear the wheels turning in her head.
"Uh, no, I don't think so," she said, a bit too quickly. "Anyway, don't fret about it anymore, just get your lucky ass in here!"
I wished I could read minds right then and there, like the character from that vampire book collection I loved so much - for I was sure Amelia knew something about that Eric guy.
"Amelia, my big bullshitter, there's something you're not telling me," I pressed.
"Don't worry, roomie, it's nothing. I know a guy with a red corvette, but I'm pretty sure his name is Alex," she assured me.
"Ok, if you say so."
I let it go. I was too drained to think about it anymore.
"So tell me, how long until you get here?"
"About 15 minutes," I said, starting the car.
"Ok then. Did you have lunch already?"
"No, I forgot," I answered apologetically.
"Well no wonder, you're always so thin! You got to eat, girl!" Amelia said.
"Ok, ok, when I get there I'll unpack and then we'll grab lunch, sounds good?"
"Sounds great! Now, hurry up, bitch!" She joked.
"Who are you calling bitch, witch?" Two could play this game.
"You! Now get your lazy ass in here!" Amelia replied, and we both cracked up with laughter.
"Alrighty then!" I said and turned off the phone, pulling away from the sidewalk.
TBC…
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