CHAPTER 11 – THE BUSINESS CARD

I ended up having a blast with Amelia on Saturday night, courtesy of my Mexican friend. We got extremely drunk, so I can't remember everything that went down that night. I do, however, remember my drunk ass trying to reenact Uma Thurman's kung fu moves in the middle of the living room using a chopstick as a make believe samurai sword, while Amelia fell off the couch from laughing so hard. I might also have tried to learn the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique for later use. I remembered, as well, me and Amelia singing I Will Survive at the top of our lungs using the remote controls as microphones. We put on quite show, until Bob showed up in the wee hours to take Amelia home. She wasn't pleased and while he dragged her out of the door, she kept yelling "don't oppress me" at him. I nearly peed in my pants I was laughing so hard. I don't recall how I got into bed, but I do remember spending Sunday in bed with the worst hang over I ever had. It was worth it though. I needed to unwind.

I think I needed to hear that Eric had a girlfriend to finally put an end to my crush. He was unattainable, so I didn't have to worry about approaching him or even trying to seduce him. As if it was possible. My obsession wasn't healthy and would never lead to anything, so why bother? I mean I would probably still admire him, and probably drool a little when he was around, but I wouldn't waste any more time plotting to get his attention. He was taken and apparently his taste in women was too sophisticated for me anyway. If you had an Angelina Jolie, would you trade her for a plain Jane? I don't think so. Eric was like a work of art hanging in a museum, you could look and admire all you wanted, but it would never hang on your dining room wall. It was kind of liberating to finally figure that out. I was free.

It also helped that I didn't see him around the office for the next couple of weeks. I was busy doing my job, and avoiding being mistreated by Arlene. I still didn't like the idea of Bill bad mouthing me to Eric, but I couldn't help it if he decided to do so. It wouldn't change anything either. I didn't want Eric to think ill of me, but I guessed he didn't think of me at all, so I had nothing to worry about. Soon my internship would be over and I probably wouldn't see him again. I had more important things to concern myself with. I still had to graduate law school and pass the bar. Daydreaming about a guy, actually someone else's boyfriend wouldn't help me at all. I even told Amelia I didn't want to talk about him anymore, nor did I want to know anything about him, even if Pam told her his life story. I was done. I was cured. Or so I thought.

My last day came pretty fast. I spent that last Friday afternoon of work at my desk, clearing my email inbox and filing the last documents that were still there. I had to go down to Human Resources to get everything straight before leaving. I was composing a polite email to Arlene to thank her for the opportunity she had given me, when I heard a deep sexy voice call my name.

"Sookie?" I kept typing since I was concentrated.

"Just a second." I replied brusquely. I finished the text I was writing, and turned in my chair to see who was there. That's when my heart skipped a beat and my breath caught in my throat. It was Eric. He looked even more handsome than I remembered, and he was looking down at me with an indiscernible expression. I guessed I wasn't as cured as I thought.

"Is today your last day?" He inquired. What was he doing here today? I hadn't seen him in ages, since that night he gave me a ride home. And how come he wanted to know that? It took me a minute to compose myself enough to respond.

"Yes, it is. My classes start Monday." I continued to stare at his mesmerizing eyes. What were we talking about? I didn't seem to remember. I felt like I was hypnotized by those amazingly blue orbs.

"I just wanted to wish you good luck. You're graduating by the end of the semester, right?"Oh yes. We were talking about me and school. Uh, why?

"Yeah, I am." What else was I suppose to say?

"Do you already have a job lined up for after graduation?" He was staring right back at me. I was getting dizzy.

"No. Not yet." Great Sookie, way to keep the conversation going. But I was never my eloquent self near him. That's for sure.

"Well, I might be able to help you out with that. My firm is always looking for new talent, so if you're interested, send me your resume and I'll see what I can do. Here's my card."

His hand went into his suit jacket, and came back holding a small white business card. He handed it to me. I slowly took the card from his hand and our fingers brushed. I got goose bumps. It was like I had put my finger in an electric socket. I also felt awkward and shy for the millionth time next to him. I was such a dork. He smiled at me benevolently and walked away. I managed to whisper a thank you. I didn't even get a chance to thank him properly, he was gone so fast. I stayed like that with my hand out holding that tiny card for a few minutes while replaying in my mind his gorgeous ass walking away. Did I ever mention how yummy his ass was? It was prize worthy. My head was spinning. Why did he have that kind of power over me? Why did he do that? Was he that nice with all the other interns? More importantly, why did I still care?

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A/N: *looks around*

So you liked it? I had a lot of fun writing Amelia and Sookie's night. You can probably tell from the length of the last chapter.

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