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Chapter Two


Pam POV

There we were, standing at front of the gates of the most prestigious photography studio in the city. This studio is the only one in the city, where models practically lined up around the block. Just for the rare chance to be photographed, by the great Eric Northman. Not to mention most of the models were so desperate for success and Eric's attention, that they make futile attempts to seduce him into their beds.

I think it's the perfect job for me. I spend my days taking pictures of women, with sexy curves and impressive bodies. All who are delighted to pose in front of the camera, half-naked. Whose main ambition in life, is to be on the front cover of fashion magazines. They want to see their faces appear on giant photo billboards, decorating the most important buildings in the world.

Pathetic, I know, but their petty dreams always let me carry out my plans, especially when referring to the steamy sex, I have with each of them.

"Shannon, my dear." She was still as impressive as ever. With her brunette hair falling gently down her back. Her long legs covered only by a tiny mini skirt and boots that hinted at "fuck me right here." It's true, this is Shannon. Shannon, who is eternally in love with Eric and my frustrating unfulfilled desire. Although not for long, one can only hope.

"It's always nice to see you. How is the only model I can bear?"

"Waiting for Eric." Forceful and to the point. She always knows what she wants. I like that.

"I'm afraid Eric will still take a while, but you can always count on my company." I could not avoid looking at her up and down and she knows it.

"I haven't all day, you know. Moreover, it's not just something professional. There are still things unresolved between us."

"Well, I believe it's already been resolved. Do you really think Eric is going to beg you to return to him, just because you are you? I'm sorry honey, but even I know, how things work with Eric." That's it, forget about Eric and let the tears flow. I promise you, that I will comfort you all night if it is necessary. I couldn't help but to smile while drawing the picture in my mind.

"I want to see him, NOW!"

"That is impossible."

"You're his best friend, Pam, I understand you want to protect him, but this is personal and none of your business." Baby, keep it up because I assure you, every time you take charge, I like you more and more, but I won't betray Eric.

"I'll see what I can do. Take a seat; please do not hesitate to ask for anything you need... Anything." I say winking at her.

On my way to Eric's office I see, what appears to be the new model. Beautiful, tall, long legs and dazzling smile. Hot.

"You have a visitor." Eric looks up from a pile of papers and photographs, to turn his eyes toward me reluctantly. Typical, especially today.

"I have no meetings."

"Shannon is here and wants to see you."

"What are you talking about? I agreed to work with her, but not to have any kind of personal relationship with her, what the hell does she want?!" Eric's tone implied, he would rather be introduced to bamboo splinters under his fingernails, then talk to her.

"She's a little agitated. Her exact words were and I quote "There are things unresolved between us"." I say while making air quotes in the air.

"And it seems she won't leave until you talk to her."

"Pam, you have to make her go away." The desperation in his voice was clear. Although I'm his best friend, I won't deny this situation was being to be, really fun for me. Just a little bit.

"I cannot do that, she has a contract… Eric, talk to her, even if only for five minutes and I'm sure she won't give us any more problems. Just fuck her on the table and she'll leave with a smile on her lips." Yes, I would definitely do it for him, if she would only allow it.

"No." His tone was strong but there was still a spark of tension. "You don't understand; it's personal. Shannon clearly understood that spending a night with me, didn't mean there was a relationship between us. But she continues calling me and I'm tired of dealing with her on this. I don't want to know anything more about this woman and if she continues working for me, it is only because I allow it."

"Then you should go out there and tell her. Come on, be the Eric I know and admire so much, tell her and solve the problem. Besides, if she really appreciates her work, she won't make a scene."

Eric got up from his chair, pauses in front of me and I see the outline of a little smile that I recognized instantly. Eric's back!


Eric POV

I left my office with the firm intention of getting rid of Shannon. At least for a while, but Pam's ideas were too weird for me. I was too angry to fuck her, even more so, after her demanding to see me. But Pam was right about one thing; Shannon would not create a scene in front of everyone. Especially, when it could cause harm to her career.

"Come on, do what you have to do."

"Pam, why are you encouraging me to do this? I've always believed you liked Shannon." I know she has been trying to have sex with her since the first day they met. But trying to understanding what goes on inside Pam's head, would be harder than attempting to decipher hieroglyphics.

"That question is offensive to me." She replied, gesturing dramatically with her hand, but I knew she was faking. "You're my best friend and I'm trying to take care of you. Shannon is hot, but I won't let her talk about you that way."

"I know you're lying. I'm sure you're planning something more, than what you're telling me." I look at her funny, trying to find a clue, to the whole ridiculous situation.

"I do not want any problems."

"This is new, but I know you're trying to help me so I'll believe you."

"I always try to help you, darling. Now come on, you have things to do; so move your pretty butt."

And that's what I did. Shannon was sitting in the main meeting room, on a leather couch, crossing her legs in a suggestive way.

I admit it, sex with her was amazing, but I was never looking for a relationship. This situation was beginning to resemble what Pam described, a marriage with a psychopath and screaming children running around my house.

"Well, it is about time." She is still, as arrogant as ever. It's a quality, that I have and love, but I'm beginning to hate it every time I hear it in Shannon's voice.

"It's good to see you, too… Shannon, I know you have to be here for work, but I won't allow you to embarrass me."

"Are you serious? I've called you a million times and you didn't answer the phone! I have called your cell phone and your office's phone! Pam tells me there is nothing we have to discuss! It seems ridiculous to me, that you try to hide yourself behind her! At least you could have called me." I began to be really angry, but I wouldn't allow Shannon see it.

"I do not want you to call me! I want you out of my life! We might have to keep working together, but I don't want anything to do with you! We had sex once! I let you know clearly at that time, that it would never be anything more."

"You're a motherfucker!"

"Yes, I am!" Fuck, I would have said almost anything, to get out of this situation. But the truth be told, I do not care at all about the opinion Shannon has of me. "If you want to continue working with me and I'm pretty sure you do, you will have to behave yourself. I will not allow you, to put me in evidence in my own studio. Got it?"

"Fuck you, Eric Northman! You're just a bastard, who uses his work to take advantage of women! I'll tell you one thing, one day someone will give you what you really deserve!" Shannon was standing in front of me, crying out loud, while her screams were loud enough to be heard throughout the studio.

"If I am such an awful photographer, why do you keep coming back? I'll tell you why! Because you're so hung up on me, that you are unable see reality. You knew from the beginning that fucking me, would mean less than nothing to me! Yet you got into my bed anyway! So please do not try to play the victim! You want to go?!...Go ahead and go. I won't lose anything; I have models lining up at my door, just waiting to take your place. You are not so special."

"This is not over, do you hear me? It is not OVER! You're going to regret this, I assure you!" Threats? Really? If any other person said that, I would have been worried, but I know Shannon very well. She likes to talk a lot and most of the time, without a clue of what she's talking about.

"Scream and threat all you want Shannon, but that won't change anything. Get out of my life."

And after a few killer looks, Shannon grabbed her purse and left the room, slamming the door, something common placed for her.

I would think that'd be the last I would see of her, but then again I could be mistaken.

"Well, how did it go?" Pam appeared in the door with a smile on her face. The irony is part of her nature, though sometimes it drives me insane.

"What do you think? I guessing the whole damn building must have heard her screaming and crying. Actually I don't care, I'm starting to get tired of all this! The models, the photo shoots and everyone blaming me for their problems. Yes, I have sex with women and no, I don't call them again. I don't feel guilty about it. Catalina was so mad at me; she acted like it was the end of the world. Then this conversation with Shannon! Which certainly didn't go any better." I had to vent out all of the anger I was feeling, even if Pam wasn't responsible for it.

"You want me to get her back? You know I can be very…convincing."

"I never want to see that woman, ever again, in my life!"

True, it might be a bit strong to say, but I curse the day I met Shannon. I wish I had never met her. She's one of the best models we've had, but her character is not worth the hassle. The time I lost with her, could have been spent elsewhere.

But Pam wasn't about to surrender. "Are you sure? Because Shannon…"

"I won't have Shannon set foot in this building ever again! Even if she comes back begging on her knees and believe me, it's her favourite position."

We both laugh at that statement, I wanted to hurt her and Pam just wanted have a good time criticizing someone else."

"Well, at least you can meet your new model now."

"Is it really necessary? Right now, I'm not in the mood to meet another mindless model." I'm cruel, I know but I do not care.

"Don't worry, it won't be so bad. She's a New Orleans' girl, very pretty and sexy. I don't foresee her giving you any problems."

"You can't know that."

"Eric, get up from that desk and come with me. NOW!" She loves to give orders, I think it makes her feel powerful. Lord knows she loves being the "boss" in bed.

Pam was right; the girl was gorgeous, brunette, expressive eyes and an amazing body. But that was not what caught my attention. Next to her was another girl, shorter, with blond hair and blue eyes. She seemed distracted and uncomfortable, but the smile never faded from her face.

And then Pam began with introductions.

"Eric, this is Amelia Broadway, our new model."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Amelia "the new model" said smiling.

"Likewise; I hope you understand that we work hard here and we do not allow any drama. A few moments ago, I had a horrible argument, with one of our top models. Because of that fight, I don't plan to re-hire her. Is that clear?"

"Yes, of course. No problem, I swear."

"Good." Pam was ecstatic, I guess because she liked the new girl from New Orleans, but I couldn't take my eyes off her girl friend.

"Who's your friend?"

"Oh! This is my best friend, Sookie Stackhouse." Sookie Stackhouse, an original name, unusual and I wouldn't forget easily.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Stackhouse."

"Sookie, please."

"Sookie."


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