The ride in his corvette was made in silence. He grinned a little when she gripped the door handle when he accelerated into the turns. He knew she was scared but unwilling to show it. She was too proud. Too stubborn. When he pulled into his usual parking spot behind Fangtasia she finally spoke.
"Pam doesn't like me." He stifled his laughter as he opened her door.
"Pam doesn't like anyone."
"Are we going to be here long?"
"Not long." The fear in her eyes softened his features. He placed his hand on the small of her back and she allowed him to guide her through the back door. He opened his office door for her and motioned for her to sit on the couch.
"I will return in a moment. Do you require anything?" She allowed a small smile to cross her lips at his thoughtfulness.
"May I have some water?"
"Of course." He left her absently playing with her fingers on his couch. He strode purposefully to the bar and was soon joined by Pam.
"Master." She bowed slightly and he nodded in return.
"Sookie is in my office. You and I need to speak." She watched with slight amusement as he walked behind the bar and removed a bottle of water from the cooler and then dutifully followed him back to his office. They were alone in the hallway just outside his office. He spoke in low, quick tones and explained what he suspected with Bill. Pam's expression never changed. She listened intently and only nodded her understanding when he had finished speaking.
"I'm going to make a few phone calls and then take Sookie to my house." She raised her eyebrow at him and in her usual bored tone commented, "How nice."
He pushed open his door and stopped at the sight in front of him. Sookie had curled up in the corner of the couch, her head rested uncomfortably on the low, cushioned arm. He glanced at his watch and realized she probably would have been in bed long ago after working all evening. He closed the door quietly behind him before gently lifting her from the corner. She stirred slightly, but he shushed her with a kiss to the temple. He stretched her out on the couch and brushed an errant hair from her face. Eric brushed a feather light kiss against her lips. Standing to his full height, he retrieved his cell phone from his pocket and punched in a familiar number.