A/N: Ok so here is a chapter from EPOV. All hail the Viking.*Bows from the waist with hands above head*

Sorry ahead of time if it's a little OOC, I did my BESTEST to give him all due respect and honor.

Unfortunately these characters don't belong to me; however, I do own my very own red eared water turtle.

I did have to change the rating to M for language and future lemony goodness.

EPOV

Each new day is exactly the same as the one before. Dull, boring, mindless drones that I must entertain and please daily. After I make my daily rounds through the apartments I finally make it to my office to work on the endless stream of paperwork atop my desk.

Same bullshit everyday. Not that I don't love my position. I love being the boss, I can't even think of how much I would loathe having to answer to someone on a daily basis. What a nightmare that would be. I haven't had anyone tell me what to do since my father died nearly 6 years ago. The exception being my sister Pam. But who says I have to listen to her. She's my half sister really. Same mom different dads.

When our mother died twelve years ago, I was nearly 17 and Pam was 14. She stayed in Louisiana to live with her father, while I went to Sweden to live with mine, and also to 'soil my royal oats.' Our mother, Sophie-Ann, was very well off and she made sure that we were very well taken care of. Not that we really needed it. Her father was a very successful lawyer her in the muddy swamp that is Louisiana. And my father, well lets just say he had his hands in numerous financial pots. After his passing, it took me nearly a year to sell off his various businesses, and secure a number of stocks, bonds and investments. Once all of his finances were mine, I moved to Louisiana. I have always had a soft spot for my beautiful sister, no matter how much of a ruthless bitch she can be.

When Pam's father died a little over a year ago, I had already invested in the apartment complex. But Pam was interested in opening a business where his law firm was located. After several months of endless bickering and arguments between the two of us, we decided that Shreveport needed a new upscale restaurant. She insisted that I go into the business with her, said she had no patience for the paperwork and would trust no one else to get it right. She also stated the fact that I do not have the necessary people skills to be in the customer service industry.

Breaking me out of my reverie is the soft buzz of my phone, when I pull it out of my pocket I glance at the caller ID. "Speak of the devil" I mumble to myself.

"Hello Pam, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Cut the bullshit Northman." She spat. "I need you at the restaurant tomorrow night." Cutting right to the chase. That's Pam for you.

"And may I ask what for?"

"Two reasons, First mayor De Castro will be in. So you must enthrall the vermin." At this news I frown, I hate nothing more then having to pretend to enjoy that pompous asses company."Second, our new sous chef begins tomorrow, and if her dishes are not going to meet your standards, then I want to know as soon as possible."

"Why does she need to meet my standards Pamela? You will have to deal with her on a daily basis, not I."

"If you will recall you're the one that told me to fire the last TWO we had, because you did not like their cooking styles. So you will be here tomorrow." She demanded.

"Well since you asked so nicely." I said disdainfully.

"Seriously, if run this one off I will literally kick your ass. My restaurant definitely needs some eye candy. And she is something."

Now she has caught my attention. "Oh really, hmmm. Do you think she is interested in your panties sweet Pamela?"

"I don't care if she is or isn't, just don't scare her off."

"I wouldn't dream of is dear sister, ill see you tomorrow."

Click. That Pam, never one for a sentiment. I know what she's trying to do. Pam, the ever loving queen of hook-a-brother up. She knows I can't resist when she tells me to leave someone alone. What can I say; it must be the big brother in me wanting to push little sister's buttons. Then again I think that she probably takes the cake in that department. I often wonder if that is what she does with her time. What can I do to get under Eric's skin today?

After countless 'hook-ups' through Pam, I finally drew the line about 3 months ago. Her latest 'match' for her brother, Selah Pumphrey, was by far the most ruthless, self-centered woman I think I have ever met. And being a man in my position, believe me; I have seen my fair share. You can't be wealthy and handsome without running in to a few bloodsuckers along the way. Not that I really need the help with women, I have always had a certain charm that draws women to me. And I have used probably more times than I am willing to admit.

Pam says that it is time for me to settle down. When I ask her about herself settling she simply states that she rather doubts she could find someone who would put up with her shit for that long, much less put up with hers. I have to agree, I love my sister dearly, but she is a real piece of work. Pam thinks that I, however, am deserving of eternal happiness. Whatever the hell that is, I know I haven't come anywhere close.

After finally wrapping up with my paper work for the day, I set out to make my evening rounds. I know we have a new tenant in 3D, so I plan to call down to the desk once I settle in for the night and have someone deliver the welcome basket to her. When I reach the elevator I hear someone yelling for me to hold the door. So I politely oblige.

When I turn to see who it is, all I can make out is a large box labeled books, with a blonde ponytail swinging on both sides, and the most magnificent pair of thighs I have ever laid eyes on. Tan and smooth, I can't help but to get a mental image of them wrapping around my waist in the throws of passion. Though she is clearly struggling to carry the box, I can't seem to take my eyes away from her legs to assist her.

Once she stumbles in to the elevator breathless and sits the box down she turns to show her gratitude and introduce herself. Now I am not oblivious to the effect I have on women, so it doesn't get passed me when she stumble on her words a bit and shakes my hand for a fraction of a second too long. But then I find myself lost in her beautiful blue eyes, another magnificent feature of hers, and nearly forget my name.

When she releases me from her fiery hold, I take a moment to check her out. She is rather stunning, blonde hair very near to the shade of mine, tan skin and curves in all the right places. Delectable. She is clearly out of breath and her scent is almost overwhelming in the confines of the elevator. But she smells amazing, like vanilla and roses all mixed together with her sweet perspirations. I find myself imagining what she would taste like.

I offer to help her with her box and I can't resist the urge to touch her shoulder to see if her skin is as soft as it looks. Oh and it is. Once I get the box in, I can't help but to notice how heavy the box actually is, so I guess it's safe to assume she is not a woman who feels the need for others to take care of her. And I cant resist leaning down to savor her scent and to test that theory by suggesting she not tell strange men her apartment number and letting them come in. she quickly proves my theory with a little blush in her cheeks, and setting her jaw when she calls me boss man and slams the door behind me with a little force.

I head back to the elevator to make my rounds, thinking about Ms. Glorious thighs the entire time. When I make it back to my apartment, which is the entire tenth floor, I decide that the standard welcome basket will just not do. So I call the local florist, in which I do a lot of business, and order a single red rose to be sent to her. Once it arrives I sign my welcome to it, so it's not completely obvious, and send it to the desk clerk to deliver.

I spend most the rest of the night thinking about her, and wanting the opportunity to run into her again. After spending a little too much time fantasizing about her glorious thighs, I head to the shower to get cleaned up and release some tension that has been building in my pants since I first laid eyes on her.

When I wake in the morning I can't help but to notice the tent under my sheet and figure I must have had sweet dreams as well. I head to the shower, yet again, because I can't very well walk around with a tent in my pants half the day.

After making my rounds I head down to the office, I bit earlier than usual, to get all my work done before I spend the evening at Valhalla. When the elevator stops on the third floor, I feel my pulse speed up in hopes that it may be her. It is, but she is looking at her phone when she walks in and runs right in to me. In all honesty I could have probably moved out of the way, if I had the use of my legs, but I don't. I just wrap my arms around her waist to keep her from falling. Hoping with my entire being that she does not notice the effect having her warm body so close to mine is having on certain parts of my anatomy.

She steps back giving us both a little space and apologizes, but her delicious smell seems to be clinging to me and I can still feel the warmth of her body on mine so all I can say is her name. I notice her checking me out so I take a second to do the same. But I can't seem to take my eyes away from her breast, which is not helping me in my current situation, the tiny white and red shirt she has on does not leave much room for the imagination.

Once the elevator stops, I hold the door for her and take the opportunity to breathe her in once again. She thanks me for the rose and I just wave my hand towards her, I don't think I can form a sentence just yet. Once she reaches the door I simply must speak to her again so I get her attention. When she tells me to call her Sookie, I do, but I can't help but notice how good her name feels in my mouth. Wanting to get a bit of a rise out of her I ask her if she let any more strange men in her apartment. She quickly obliges with the comment that it's none of my business and storms out. I can't help but to snicker for she looks about as threatening as an angry little kitten.

After settling in to my office and daydreaming about Sookie on my desk, I head down to the local café for a cup of coffee. It doesn't escape my attention that she is there with Amelia, the head waitress at the restaurant, and trying to hide from me. I smile to myself as I walk through the doors and wonder if I am having the same effect on her as the one she is having on me.

I can't help but to notice the coincidence of her moving in yesterday and us having a new sous chef beginning tonight. So I make a mental note to call Pam once I get back to the office.

Once I get my coffee and head back out, I notice both girls seem to be in a serious conversation, I barely resist the urge to go speak with her again. But I don't want her to think I am following her.

After settling back in to my daily routine and get a bit of work done, I decide that it is late enough for me to give Pam a call. After the third ring she finally picks up.

"Oh no your not backing out on me tonight, Northman." She demands.

"What kind of greeting is that sister, and no I am not calling to back out, I just had a question for you."

"Ok, what could I possibly tell you that you don't already know brother?"

"I was wondering if you could give me the name of our new sous chef."

"Stackhouse, Sookie Stackhouse. Peculiar name but I rather like it. Why?" I can tell she's fishing and she'll find out soon enough anyway.

"Well I had the pleasure of meeting her last night; she is the new tenant in 3D. Moved in just yesterday."

"So your smitten already huh brother? I told you she was something."

"Indeed she is." Something my fantasies, of late, are full of. I silently add in my head.

"Have you asked her out? I told you not to scare her off."

"I would not dare to scare her, but I may ask her out." It has been a while since I pursued a woman but I know that I can manage just fine.

"Why don't you ask her to the charity benefit on Saturday night? It would be good for business if we could have one of our chefs as representative." She suggests.

"Very good idea. I just may do that." The wheels in my head are turning now, I don't think she could resist if she knows it is for charity.

"Hey, does she know who you are?"

"I don't think so; she only knows that I own the apartments."

"Well that should make for an interesting first night, the poor girl." She laughs.

"Goodbye Pamela."

"Yep."Click.

Well, what an interesting turn of events. This should indeed be a very interesting night.

Yeah I know I left you hanging. But I am already working on the next few chapters.

My parents are coming in for the weekend so I am not sure if I will have as much time to work on them but I promise to get the next chapter up as soon as I can.

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