Chapter 2
The very next evening I was sitting at my desk doing some work. I snapped my head up. My ears picked up a very familiar voice. My face broke into a smile. I laid my pen down and threaded my fingers together behind my head.
"I don't give a shit if he's busy, I want to see him now." I stood and circled around to sit on the edge of my desk, the amused smile still on my face. The door opened to reveal a very angry Sookie Stackhouse.
"To what do I owe the pleasure." I said leering at her. My eyes took in her body. She was wearing a pair of jeans that fit her very well, and a t shirt. She slammed the door, and marched over to me, stopping inches from my face. She was in dangerous territory, but I chose not to move. She glared at me and shoved her hand into the pocket of her jeans. A crumpled piece of paper dangled from her fingertips. I knew at once what it was. It was the note I had written her last night as I watched her sleep in my shirt. I couldn't help but be amused by her.
"you really have a lot of nerve. She said from between her teeth. Nonplussed I shrugged.
"I was merely curious." My smile turned wicked. I leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I love the sight of my clothes on you." I heard her sharp gasp. As if in slow motion I watched her cock her hand back to slap me. I caught her hand easily. "Violence Sookie?" I tsked at her mockingly. I watched her face carefully as I let my thumb sweep across the back of her hand. I didn't miss the tiny shiver that coursed up her arm. My eyes took in her battered face. I hadn't noticed it the night before, but now standing in the light of my office, she looked like hell. It was too late to stop myself when I brushed the backs of my fingers across her bruised cheek. She winced ever so slightly. "I would have killed him for you." I growled. She snorted.
"I think I did a good job on my own." I smiled at her again. I found it hard not to be impressed. This tiny woman had a lot of…guts. She was fearless. I was annoyed to find that I admired her. Since when had I started admiring her. Granted her body and her gift helped, but she challenged me. She goaded me. I loved every minute of it. "I really should rescind your invitation to my house." she muttered. I leaned forward to wrap my arms around her. To her credit she managed to remain stiff.
"Do you really think that will stop me?" She smiled darkly at me.
"Probably not, but it will stop you from sneaking into my bedroom. Oh yes." she threw my note over my shoulder onto my desk. She wriggled out of my arms when I was distracted. I let her go. "There won't be a next time Eric." she said with some finality. I found myself pleased that she spoke my name aloud. I lunged forward and kissed her hard. I was pleased again when she kissed me back. I pulled away and grinned down at her.
"We'll see about that." She snorted at me and stepped away she turned and walked out of my office slamming the door shut on her way out. I closed my eyes and smelled the air. It still smelled like her. She made the chase fun. Let her pretend that she didn't want me. It didn't matter. I knew the truth, and I gloated.