A/N: Ok so here is chapter 4, you guys have been extremely awesome. Sorry for the delay in updating but I did have my parents in for the weekend.

Also I had another story that just would not leave me alone. Check it out, its called Hershey's Kisses, and its very M. So as much as I wanted to keep on with this story, my head would not let me focus till I got that one out of the way.

Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me, but to Ms Charlaine Harris. Many thanks to her for allowing us all to borrow them for our….pleasure.

Oh, as a side note I will only specify POV if it is Erics otherwise assume it is SPOV.

When I wake up a few UV-rays later, Bob is lapping up my sweet tea that I set down on the ground beside me. I quickly shoo him away and take my glass inside to wash it out. I groan aloud only to myself because I know this is going to be a long night, first day on the job and all, not to mention the fact that He is my boss and I have the slightest twinge of a headache from sleeping in the sun.

After a bit more moping, I head off to get a quick shower in before my shift. My tension seems to dissipate in the warm flow of the water over my body. The worries about my new job and my new boss seem to wash right on down the drain with the bubbles from my vanilla body wash. Not to mention the tension that has been building in my nether regions since my daydreams of him earlier.

After drying off, running the brush through my hair a few strokes, and dabbing a bit of rose oil to various strategic spots on my body, I notice the time and head off to get dressed.

I only live four blocks or so from the restaurant, so I plan to walk. I slip on my undies, my fitted black slacks, socks, shoes and a white tank top. Hop to the bathroom and pull my hair back in a low pony at the base of my neck. Just a dab of make-up and a smear of gloss and I am ready to go.

I grab my chef smock along with my purse and head out the door, determined to not let anything ruin my calm and relaxed mood. While I wait for the elevator I check my smock to make sure it's not wrinkled from the move. And of course its not, I think you would have to roll over it a thousand times with one of those street rollers in order to get a crease in the thing. I love it, cause I really hate to iron. I smooth the jacket out and carry it over my arm; it's still a bit warm to wear it outside.

Fortunately, I have no obstacles on my way downstairs and out the door. I notice that his door is closed, and breathe a sigh of relief. Tonight will be enough for me to handle.

I make my way to Valhalla at a leisurely pace; still have about thirty minutes before I am scheduled to meet with Chef Reynolds. I haven't seen the restaurant yet and am anxious to see it with my own eyes. Amelia says its amazing, said it was an attorneys office, or something like that, but you sure can't tell now. Sure I've seen the outside looks about like any other office building I have ever seen. With windows lining the front and an awning that covers the main entry way with Valhalla printed in elegant script on either side. When I had my interview with Ms. Ravenscroft we met at the Embassy Suites, apparently I was not the only applicant up for the job.

Approaching the double doors to the restaurant, I take a deep breath and enter with a clear head. I make my way through the next set of double doors and stop dead in my tracks as my jaw hits the floor.

Wow, when Amelia said it was amazing that was the understatement of the decade. The first thing I notice is the immaculate seating area; the tables are just far enough apart to allow privacy. They are covered in simple red linen table cloths with a different centerpiece on each table; dark chairs give them a very elegant look. I let me eyes survey the room to take it all in. Along the vaulted ceiling, are spears, real live spears, creating rafters. Trailing along the bottom of the spears are different forms of fighting gear, shields, breast plates, and helmets. Above the door leading to, what I am guessing is the kitchen, hangs an intricate wood carving of a wolf and above the entry door behind me hangs one of an eagle. The walls above the cherry wood chair rail are swirls of blue and white, giving the illusion of a beautiful summer sky.

The sound of footsteps approaching and someone whistling bring my out of my silent, yet not completely unnoticed admiration.

"Oooh girl, you are gonna be in so much trouble." He says.

Now I understand the term twinkle toes. The man that approaches me is dark skinned, with very short cropped hair, well built, and a few inches taller than I. Upon second glance I notice that, though he is wearing chef's gear that is similar to my own; his collar has little jewels on it that line around the neck and down the front of the tunic. It seriously looks like it has been bedazzled.

I give him a big grin and hold out my hand, before I can even open my mouth to introduce myself he speaks again.

"Now I know why she hired you. Mmm Mmm Mmm, You is spec-tack –u-lah." Making it sound like four words instead of one as his snaps his fingers in front of his face.

"What do you mean?" I ask as he hoops his arm around mine and pulls me in the direction of the kitchen.

"Pam, she has a thing for the pretties." He says as he drags me through the double stainless steel doors to the kitchen.

I pull back a bit in protest. "Now wait a minute I didn't get this job because I am pretty. Did I?" I ask hoping not to sound like a depressed teenager.

"Girl, anyone who looks like you just got to put up with the simple fact that good looking people like us, get ahead faster. Though I am sure that you are qualified, or you wouldn't be here, your looks probably sealed the deal." He says with a wink.

"Like that's supposed to make me feel better." Sounds like I am pouting even to my own ears.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, it won't keep 'em from firing you if you don't bring you're A-game. Now come on I gots lots to show you." He takes my arm again and gives me a tour of the kitchen.

I should have expected nothing less, with the dining area being so breathtaking and all, but the kitchen was beautiful too. All stainless steel appliances, five gas stove tops, and pristine stainless counter tops with slide out cutting areas. Not to mention the food storage areas, all impeccably clean. There is of course a walk-in fridge and freezer, and a dry storage area. There is also another little side room that is cooled to about 45-50 degrees that stores produce that does not need refrigerated. I am officially speechless.

"Now I hope you ain't afraid of cleaning, girl, cause I can't stand to cook in a dirty kitchen." Lafayette says.

I laugh as I say, "A girl after my own heart."

We head back out to the dining room and have a seat at one of the booths along the wall. He goes over certain procedures and such that I should be aware of. He also tells me that he hates to talk to customers, so I will be in charge of requested appearances and making the scheduled rounds through the dining room. I nod in understanding.

We start to talk about evening specials, and Lafayette tells me he normally runs one or two on the weeknights, and anywhere from three to five on the weekends. We decide one special will do for tonight since it is only Tuesday, and start going through some different ideas. I can't help but show my excitement when he tells me he bought some enoki mushrooms this morning from the local farmers market. So I suggest a veal béarnaise with sautéed enoki mushrooms. He agrees with the same amount of enthusiasm.

"You know, I like you already." He sings as he grabs me up to give me a tour of the bar area and the wine cellar. "Don't let Mr. Fine Ass Boss Man scare you off. Have you met him yet?"

Uh-oh I was hoping to avoid this as long as possible. "Yes, well sorta. He owns the apartments that I live in and even though I didn't know it at the time we had a bit of a run-in a couple of times. Anyway. I only found out who he was when I was telling Amelia about him and he passed by." Not able to keep my mouth shut one bit.

"You got it bad." He sings.

"What got what bad?" I ask, knowing I already know the answer. He has passed through my mind at regular intervals during the day, so I know I got something, but what exactly. I mean I don't even know this man really how can I have it bad for him? Wanna see him naked…maybe. But I won't even admit to that.

"You ain't gotta play dumb with me girl, believe me if I could get him to swing my way for one night I'd be on him like white on rice. That mans gaw-jus." He says as he purses his lips out. "Now come on we got some things to do 'fore we open."

"I'm not playing dumb, Lafayette, but I don't have anything going with Mr. Northman. And I resent the fact that you are insinuating I do." I stop mid stride to make sure I have his attention.

He turns to face me and says, "Feisty aren't you, come on I didn't mean anything by it, honestly." His eyes seeking my understanding so I simply nod and give him a smile.

We head back in the direction of the kitchen as he speaks again. "So, we got the mayor and his entourage coming in tonight, we'll need to be prepared for that." He pauses before continuing to watch my face as he says. "And Mr. Fine Ass Boss Man will be in as well."

Now I know in my head that he is fishing for some sort of reaction out of me but I am careful to keep my face as straight as a board. No matter how much my pulse has increased and no matter how many profanities my brain is screaming at me. I silently nod my head for him to continue.

"That's his table." He points to the booth in the corner of the room. "No one else sits there." He says in a completely serious face

"So it's what, like his throne?" I ask between giggles.

"Exactly." He joins in my laughter

We banter on a bit more and finish mapping out the rest of the evening. After the meeting with the rest of the kitchen crew and going over their assignments, we head out to discuss the specials with the wait staff. Suggesting wine pairings and this and that, to make sure we are all on the same page. By the time I need to finish getting dressed for my shift to start, I am truly excited about my first night. So I nearly skip off to the restroom to suit up.

I slip on my chef's smock and smooth it all out; smooth the few stray hairs back into my pony and smear a bit more gloss on my lips. I open the door of the restroom to head back to the kitchen and freeze mid stride as a mumble "Guhnck" escapes my throat.

Coming through the main entrance is Mr. Fine Ass Boss Man, dressed to the nines in a navy pin-striped suit with a baby blue button up that matches the shade of his eyes. His hair falls free brushing the tips of his collar. He is holding the door for Pam and doesn't notice me ogling him, so I shove myself back into the bathroom and slump against the door breathless.

"Shit" I whisper to no one but myself.

Yeah I am hiding. Hiding out in the bathroom like a coward. I just wasn't prepared to deal with him just yet, mentally anyway. Physically, well, what can I say the man is a god and he looks absolutely delicious tonight.

After I finish drooling on myself and making excuses about why I am hiding in the bathroom like a scaredy cat I tell myself, "You are no coward Sookie Stackhouse, get it together." Good thing it's just me in there cause someone would probably think I'm nuts talking to myself.

I smooth my clothes out, take a quick peak in the mirror and head out to face the music.

A/N: Yeah I know, no E/S interaction. But there is plenty in the next chapter; I stayed up late last night working on it.

I have had several requests to continue the Hershey's Kisses story and am seriously thinking about it, I already have a few ideas popping around in my head. So I have decided to let you all decide. If you want me to continue I need at least 30 reviews, I am half-way there already. So take a second to let me know.

I promise to not let this story fall by the wayside. It is very much etched in my imagination. I don't think it would let me. Damn demanding imagination. He he he.