A/N: Okay, so for those of you who are familiar with my stories, you're probably not terribly surprised to see that I'm continuing this. I always think I'm writing a one-shot and then that handsome hunk of a Viking whispers in my ear, and well, the next thing you know, there's another chapter. What can I say—I just can't say no to the man. I doubt you could either. ;)

I was obsessed with Sookie Stackhouse. I had been since the first day I saw her walking down the hallway backstage at Knott's. I stared at her like a hormonal teenager and only after she'd passed me did I realize she'd said hello to me like a civilized human. I had practically drooled.

She was beautiful in that innocent all-American way. Blonde hair and big boobs and an amazing ass. She was every man's fantasy—or at least, she was mine. I made it a point to find out who she was, but very few people knew much about her. Knott's corporate had hired her, so I'd never seen her resume or knew where she came from.

I kept telling myself to stay away from her. The last thing I needed in my life was to get involved with someone. I was so busy with work and needed to keep my focus on that. I had a handful of regular clients—Knott's, Universal, and a couple of cruise lines, but I was hoping to get a Vegas show. That meant more prestige and of course, more money.

I knew myself well enough to know that I wouldn't be able to just have a show fling with someone like Sookie Stackhouse. She was the kind of girl I could get serious about and so I avoided her like the plague.

I wasn't unfriendly exactly, but I limited my contact with her as much as possible, satisfying myself with simply watching her in the dark backstage as she dressed the dancers. When we did have conversations, she seemed very sweet and genuine and I liked her even more. That made me more determined not to fall for her.

She always seemed happy to do even the most menial tasks with such a sweet attitude and all the cast and crew clearly adored her. I loved listening to her Southern accent and found myself always aware of where she was backstage.

Most of the male dancers were gay, of course, but the guys in the band were straight, and I knew Sookie would be a target for them. I was pissed at myself for feeling jealous when I had no intentions of asking her out myself. And then, one night, it occurred to me: what if she's married? I felt a slight panic followed by relief. If she's married, then she's off the table and I can stop obsessing about her, right?

I asked her as soon as I had the opportunity. I found I was happy when she said no. So much for taking her off the table. I continued to wrestle my libido for control, but finally failed on the last night of the show. As was the custom, I'd had a few drinks at the top of the night with the band and then with the cast. I didn't drink often, but that's really no excuse for my behavior.

I was just feeling good—happy that we'd had a great run. I was in the men's dressing room just before the last show when I saw Sookie pass by, going down the hallway. I lost my mind for a second and followed her into the bathroom and kissed her. I'm not sure what I was expecting—nothing, I guess, since it wasn't planned. But what happened between us sure wasn't nothing.

Sookie was so sexy, so passionate—much more so even than she had been in my head for the past month. How could such a sweet girl kiss like that? I lost it and honestly, thought I might just fuck her up against the bathroom sink, but I heard the music cues over the intercom and knew the show was about to start. It took all my self control, but I stopped myself and left her alone. Just to be safe, I left the building. I left the park. I actually missed the final show and the final night at the bar with the cast because I no longer trusted myself to be around Sookie Stackhouse.

I didn't go to the wrap party because of Sookie either. I set up a dinner meeting with Felipe DeCastro so I wouldn't be tempted to go. He was a Vegas show producer that I was very interested in working with and I had been pitching myself to him for months. So, when he asked for my Saturday night, I was happy to say yes for a couple of reasons, and of course, one of them was so I could avoid Sookie.

Lying in bed that night, I wondered who she'd danced with at the party and cursed myself again for my jealousy. I needed to get over her.

For the next few months, I kept very busy with shows. I had a few running at Universal that needed an occasional tweaking but spent most of my time directing two new shows for Princess Cruises.

And then, of course, Spiderman happened. I had been waiting for the green light for that one and fortunately, it worked out to start casting just as I was finishing a cruise show. I was lucky in that some of my favorite singers and dancers were available, so I knew I could do this show right.

I was on top of the world on opening day. The park was packed and the show was already very tight. I gave notes after the first couple of shows, but really, it looked good. I still had a few notes again after the third show, and went down to greet some guests and tell the cast they were needed when I saw her.

At Knott's, she was always in black just like everyone else who worked backstage, and while she always looked beautiful, it was still just black. On this day, she had on a kind of flowery pink silky top and some very short tan shorts. I saw her from behind and thought, well good luck staying away from her now, Northman. I simply couldn't. When she turned to the side, I spotted her phone in her front pocket and began to devise my plan.

All I could think of watching her legs and her ass in those shorts was, I've got to get her alone. The memory of sink day at Knott's kept flashing through my brain and I wanted more of that. But, of course, there was nothing but thousands and thousands of people at Universal and nowhere for a little privacy to kiss a girl in shorts.

Then, I remembered some of the dancers telling me about a spot behind the Terminator ride where they went to get high. Of course, they weren't supposed to be smoking pot at work, but I wasn't too shocked that they did. They knew better at Knott's because Knott's drug tested everybody. But Universal didn't, and suddenly, I was very happy about that because it meant I might have a place to steal a kiss from Sookie, thanks to my misbehaving dancers.

I didn't have much time, but I approached Sookie and hugged her. Her scent brought back the sink episode, adding fuel to my fire. I got her number and asked her to stay for another show and was very pleased when she said yes.

I held my breath for the next show, hoping there wouldn't be any major flubs that would require notes. That would ruin my kissing plan. I watched Sookie from backstage and wondered what had happened to my resolve to stay away from her. Those shorts—that's what happened. I still had no desire to get involved with someone, but I also realized that I hadn't felt this strongly about anyone for a very long time, and maybe I'd regret not investigating it further. How often did someone like Sookie come along? Never, I thought, as I watched her sweet smile while she watched the show.

As soon as the show ended, I made the executive decision that no notes were needed and I left the theater and texted Sookie while she stood outside with the cast and their guests. I watched her reaction to the text and my heart pounded in my chest. She wanted to relive sink day as much as I did, apparently.

She found me and followed me to the Terminator building and we ran down the alley together until I saw the secret pot-smoking spot. I figured it would take security at least a couple of minutes to come and kick us out—at least long enough for a handful of dancers to get high. I wasn't really worried about it. I might be slightly embarrassed to get caught kissing a woman in an off limits area, but it wasn't a crime, and I was the director of the shows here—not just some kid who worked the concession stand.

But, of course, all that changed very quickly when it became evident that this was not just another sink day. I have gone back over that moment so many times in my head—for a number of reasons. One is to be certain that I did nothing to initiate what happened. I certainly never intended to get blown behind the Terminator ride. I had no idea that Sookie was that kind of girl and was completely shocked—in an excellent way, of course, but still—shocked.

Once I realized what was happening, my second shock of the afternoon was how incredible she was at giving head. I had her pegged for a fairly innocent girl, but she blew me like a pro—well, I've never actually been blown by a pro, but I can't imagine anyone being more adept at it than Sookie was. I don't think I'd ever come so fast in my life. I wasn't thrilled by that fact and my male ego hoped she didn't think I always did that, but then the rest of me was just so grateful and impressed and … well, just grateful.

I quickly realized, however, that we could indeed get into a fair amount of trouble for what we'd just done and we high-tailed it out of there. I had to get back to work and Sookie had to leave, and we had an awkward goodbye in the middle of a mass of tourists seeking wholesome fun for the day. What we had done was so completely the opposite of wholesome, which was what also made it so incredibly delicious.

Walking back to the theater, I made the decision that it would be impossible now for me not to pursue Sookie. I had to have her, but not just for the perfect blowjobs that were most certainly in my future. But because I was crazy about her. No, I didn't have room in my life for a woman, but I couldn't imagine not having her in my life after what had transpired between us. It was so incredibly intimate even though it had happened in such a public place.

I was tied to her already—both physically and emotionally, and wanted nothing more than to see her again as soon as possible.