A/N: Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews and alerts; I must say that I am very flattered. *blushes profusely* I have a pretty good idea of where the story is going, just not sure exactly how long it will take to get there.

I am not sure exactly how the beta thing works, but I am pretty sure that I would benefit from one immensely. So if anyone is interested please PM me. Many thanks.

Of course I own nothing or no one, only my closet of shoes.

As I walk along a path of the softest grass I have ever felt I notice that beyond the field is a dark figure. It is in the shadows and I can't make anything out. When I look down to the grass again I see that I am not moving my legs but am floating above the ground. Now I realize I must be dreaming because I can still feel the cool smooth grass rubbing along my toes. I look up again to the figure and I see to clear blue orbs and I feel like I am being pulled to them by a force within my body. No matter how I try to pull away it is too strong for me to fight. So I make my way to the beautiful blue in the shadows.

As I make my way there I feel as if I am suffocating, the pull is so much stronger now. The blue begins to surround me and now I see nothing but the blue around me. Then somehow the blue turns into water and I am drowning in it. I start to panic to remember I am dreaming and I don't need air. So I begin to swim around and laugh and it feels as though I am dancing in the beautiful blue ocean.

Bzzzzzzzzz

I feel so happy and content until it starts to fade.

Bzzzzzzzzz

I wake with a start and realize my phone is ringing like crazy. I don't know what the heck I was just dreaming but I know I was excited about whatever it was. I grab for my phone on the bedside table as I look at the clock that says 8:00. Uugh who is calling me this early. I flip it open to answer.

"Yeah hello"

"Hey girl, did you get everything moved in ok? Are you excited about your first day at work? I know I am." Amelia shrieks in my still mostly asleep ear. She was always a morning person.

"Amelia, what in the world are you calling me so early for? And yes I did get moved in just fine."I shove myself off the bed and make my way to the kitchen for my morning pick-me-up.

"You know the early bird gets the worm. The sun is shining and it is a beautiful day out. So get your coffee. Hey do you wanna meet me for breakfast?"

While I am waiting for the coffee to brew I make my way to the balcony to let a bit of fresh air and sunshine in. "I don't know Amelia I am scheduled in at 2:00 so I can meet the chef and I still have some work that needs to be done. Besides I literally just crawled out of bed, thanks to you."

"Nonsense I won't take no for an answer there is a café a block up from your place me and Trey eat there all the time on his lunch, I can meet you there in thirty minutes."

"Ok, well like I said I'm not dressed or anything but, thirty minutes should be enough." That Amelia is so persistent, I probably wouldn't be able to get out of it if I had a broke leg.

"Ok great see you soon, Bye."

I grab Bob and give him some good morning love and some yummy kitty food. After I nearly burn my throat chugging down my coffee, I head off to get dressed.

While I am shrugging on my jeans and a little red and white floral cami, my mind drifts to Mr. dreamy eyes again. So I take a little peak at my rose and give it a sniff with a bit of a smile on my face. Noticing the time on the stove, I slip on my red flip-flops, and head out to meet Amelia.

While I am waiting on the elevator, I begin to check my schedule on my phone. When the bell dings I step through the doors without even looking away from my phone. And smack right in to a warm, hard wall. Only to realize it's not a wall when arms come around my waist to steady me. I nervously try to right myself by pulling back and looking up into those beautiful blue eyes again. He has an almost painful look on his face when I first look up, then his lips turn up at the edge to give me a cocky little grin.

"Excuse me Mr. Northman, sorry bout that." I nearly mumble as I take a couple more steps back. It seems as though I am developing a bit of claustrophobia all of a sudden, I need a bit more room to breath.

"Ms. Stackhouse." He states simply.

While I pretend to look at my phone a bit longer I can't help but to check him out. So I am peaking at him out the corner of my eye and see he has a black button up shirt on with probably one button too many undone for me to breathe properly and a pair of slim fitting gray slacks. The man is beautiful what can I say I can't seem to take my eyes off of him.

I finally toss my phone in my purse and build up enough courage to say something. But before I can open my mouth the doors open. He holds the door and allows me to go first and I swear he leans down to sniff at me. Did he just smell me?

Before I make my way through the lobby I remember my manners. "Oh, Mr. Northman thank you for the flower it was very thoughtful of you."

He smiles and waves his hand in dismissal.

Just as I am about to make my way through the door he speaks. "Oh Ms. Stackhouse?"

"Sookie please." I interrupt.

"Sookie" he continues. And I swear my knees feel weak when he says my name. "I trust you didn't let any more strange men in your apartment last night." As he says this I see that little crooked smirk and I don't know if I wanna slap or kiss it off his handsome little face. Preferably the later I figure. Instead I open my mouth again.

"Ok Mr. Northman, not that it's any of your business who I have in my apartment, but no strange men, other than yourself, that is." I give him my best sassy grin and make my way out the door. But I could've sworn I heard him laugh before I made it out.

Who does he think he is my personal protector? Why is it he can infuriate me and turn me on at the same time? I think I need to figure out a way to avoid Mr. Protective as much as possible.

When I make it to the café I see Amelia sitting at a little table in the patio area waving her hands in the air and grinning from ear to ear, so I make my way to her. After hugs and a few pleasantries, I proceed to tell her about my encounter with Mr. dreamy eyes/ protective.

"So when you gonna jump him?" Amelia very nearly shouts.

I signal for her to hush and look around to make sure no one overheard. When low and behold. You know my Gran always said speak of the devil and he shall appear, and that's exactly what happened. As Mr. Protective himself is making his way to the café. I quickly hid my face and whisper to Amelia "that's him" then I use my finger to sorta point through my chest behind me.

She grins and takes a look around to find the mystery man that has made her best friend a nervous wreck. When she doesn't say anything to me I look back up at her face and the look on her face is nothing but pure guilt.

"What? Why do you look like a kid that just got caught stealing candy from a store?" I ask

"Well" she starts "I don't know exactly how to tell you this." She looks down and takes a bite of her scone.

"Amelia" I sigh exasperated.

"Well you met Pam, right?" I nod to get her to continue. "And you know she is co-owner of Valhalla?" I nod again, afraid of where this is going.

"Mr. Northman is the other co." she says then stuff s the remnants of her scone in her mouth.

"What? You mean like he's my boss?" I bury my face in my hands to hide my chagrin.

"Yep." She says matter-of-factly.

"That's just wonderful, I have been nothing but rude to him." What a day this is turning out to be.

"So what are you gonna do now?" she asks

"Nothing, I guess. Just be nicer from now on." Wanting to get off the topic of him, I ask her about the chef.

"Lafayette Reynolds, he's a hoot. Chef Twinkle toes is what some of the waitresses call him."

"Why." I ask

"Oh, you'll see. He's about as fruity as your Grans cherry cobbler." At this we both start laughing and she proceeds to tell me all about everyone at work. Except for him, god bless her for that.

After we finish our coffee and chit- chat for a bit we say our goodbyes and head off our separate ways.

When I make it back to the apartments I notice his door is open try as I may to ignore that fact I caught myself looking in. and boy should I have listened to that little voice in my head that told me not too. He was sitting facing towards the front of the building with his side to me with his legs draped across the top of his desk talking on the phone and running his fingers through his hair. I could not take my eyes off him. The only thing that brought me out of my trance, or whatever the heck that was, was the sound of someone clearing their throat and me not wanting to be embarrassed for staring at the man. So I painfully pull my eyes away.

The man clearing his throat just happened to be Trey so we talked a bit about Amelia; he welcomed me to the apartment. Told me I'd have to have Amelia and him over for dinner sometime soon so he could have some of my infamous gumbo.

"Sure thing Trey, ill talk to Amelia tonight and try to set up a date." I obliged.

"Alright Sookie, I should get back to my paperwork. Good luck on your first day."

I headed back to the apartment to tidy up a bit. Trying my darndest not to think of him all stretched out across his desk, but that image was burned in my brain. This has been a long day and I am certain it will be a much longer night. Finishing my chores and such around the house, I decided some sunbathing will do the trick and erase all my nervous energy. When I fall asleep I almost don't realize it. Till my dreams become explicit images of him on the desk in a different way.

TBC

A/N: Don't be too mad at me. I am working on chapters 3 and 4 already. Yeah at the same time. And just because you guys have been so good to me one will be from EPOV. Yep. Now seeing as how I am not a sexy hunk of Viking love meat, I am a little worried about him being slightly out of character. But rest assured he will be magnificent nonetheless. I am not sure which one will be next just depends on which one I finish first.

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