A/N: So here is another chapter from Eric's POV. I hope you enjoy. All the feed back I have been getting from you all is truly an inspiration. Many thanks.

Keep in mind that all of my stories are unbeta'd, and even though I go thru them about 15 times before I post them, I always find more mistakes. So thanks for putting up with that too. LOVES and HUGS to everyone.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

EPOV

The rest of the day seems to drag by minute by agonizingly slow minute. I know that part of me is just anxious to see Sookie and see if I can get a rise out of her. What I wouldn't give to get a rise out of her. I finally decide I am thinking about this girl way too much and dig in to my paperwork, at about noon I call Pam and make plans to meet her at the restaurant at 3:00.

Several repair orders and a few invoices later it is finally time for me to leave and prepare for my evening. I power down the computer and shut and lock the door behind me.

Thinking of Sookie as I go through my closet, I grab the light blue shirt and a navy suit. Pam says it looks good on me, I always argue that everything looks good on me.

I shower, get dressed and head on out. Now even though I only live a few blocks away from the restaurant, I can't resist the urge to drive the vette. I don't get to drive it near enough these days. So I hop in, drop the top and gun it to the restaurant.

I pull into the parking lot and Pam is waiting for me, leaning up against her car, twirling a lock of her hair with a look of utter boredom on her face.

"You almost made me sweat in my new Dolce suit." She states as she takes off towards the entrance.

"I don't know how in the hell you work in those shoes."

"You like? These are the new Manolo's." She points her toe out to show it off.

"You and your shoes, I can't keep up with all that designer shit. I don't know how you do it."

"Well it's a good thing you got me to shop for you huh, big brother?" She says as I hold the door for her to enter, I don't miss the smirk on her face either as she says, "Speaking of which," she waves her hand up and down in towards me. "Hoping to get lucky?"

I tilt my head up, "I am sure I don't know what you are talking about." Sookie will be the lucky one. She laughs and says something that sounded like 'That's what I thought,' but I can't be positive. We walk back towards the office and she throws her bag on the desk as I shove my keys in the drawer, then head out towards the kitchen.

I strut along as I always do trying to hide the fact that I am aching to see our new chef again. On the outside I am cool as a fuckin' cucumber. We slip in and she's not there, I hide the disappointment on my face and ask Lafayette what he thinks of her.

"She's a firecracker, that one. We gonna get along fabuliciously." He says with a funny look in his eye, whatever the hell that means. That man, well as much of a man as he can be, says some of the most bizarre things. Not that I don't like him, because I do, he just kind of freaks my shit out sometimes.

He informs us of the special for the night, then adds "Sookie's choice." Making sure to catch my eyes with his. Ok I take that as my cue to leave. As he and Pam start their bantering and snickering I shove my way out the door. Then 'Whack' I feel the door make contact and hear the distinct sound of someone falling down.

Once my eyes register the fact that it is Sookie I jump over to lean over her, to make sure she is ok. Shit I wanted to make an impression, but certainly not this kind. My hand moves with a mind of its own to brush her cheek as she begins looking around. The heat from her flesh lights a fire in the pit of my stomach that emanates its way down to my groin. When she tries to stand up, my body fights to hold on to her just a bit longer so I reach around to help pull her up. The smell coming from her is almost overwhelming and having her body so close to mine makes my breathing hitch in my throat as I try to make sure she is ok.

When she pulls away from me, my body sighs at the loss of contact. Before my eyes even realize what is happening, I am catching her in my arms as she passes out. I feel my dick twitch at her closeness and silently tell him now is not the time. "Shit! Somebody get me a wet towel!" I yell wondering why everyone is just standing around. I scoop her up and carry her, cradled in my arms, to the office.

Well this is certainly not the way I planned for the night to go. Hell. Not quite ready to let her go, I sit down on the couch and pull her close to my chest. I let her legs fall out along the length of the couch; while one arm supports the back of her head I bring the other around the front to brush her hair out of her face.

Lafayette comes in and throws me a towel, and I must have given him a look that told him to get the hell out, because he ran right back out of the office without a single word. This is very unlike him. Pam comes in and checks on her, and then she takes off too. I wonder what the hell kind of expression I have on my face.

I start to stroke her face with the towel, keeping my touch as gentle as possible. I use my fingers to move her hair out of the way to check her head. I immediately have the sudden desire to make sure that nothing ever hurts this woman. The need to protect her at all cost. She looks like an angel all curled up in my lap, and the warmth from her body seems to ignite something in me. What? I don't exactly know.

As the minutes pass, I begin to worry that she has not gained consciousness. I can feel her breathing, slow and steady, and I can see the pulsing in the soft flesh of her neck. Just as I am about to get up to take her to the hospital, her eyes twitch and she moans. A sound that sends vibrations through my entire body. Forcing my body not to react, I focus on tracing her face with the towel. When she squirms a bit against my body, I loose it, and some sort of noise, not too far from a growl, resonates in my throat. I stiffen and make the mistake of looking into her eyes and I know I am a goner. I can feel my cock stiffen and I just hope that she has the strength to move before she feels it, cause I have no intention of letting her go as long as she is willing to let me hold her.

Just as I feel my length brush the small of her back, she's gone. Yep she felt it, shit. I try to focus my attention elsewhere so I can regain control of my body, while she asks about what happened. As soon as I have control again she says something about a hot bath and my control is gone back out the fuckin' window. How the hell does she do this to me, I am like putty in her pretty little hands. I have got to get her out of here so I can get my shit together.

When she calls me Mr. Northman that helps to clear my head a bit, so as she heads for the door I grab her hand and apologize and insist she call me Eric. Now I don't know what my face looked like but I noticed her hesitate and I got the distinct feeling that SHE wanted to console ME. Instead she pulls away from me and makes a sassy little comment, flashes me a brilliant smile that leaves me breathless and walks out.

I collapse back against the couch determined to get a fucking hold on myself. I form a little plan to try and take back control over the… whatever the hell is going on between Sookie and me, and head out to my booth in the dining room.

I survey the room mechanically; only when Sookie enters the room do I actually pay any attention. I watch as she chats with several of our guest including Mayor De Castro and his entourage. I watch her smile brightly as she visits with them and then take her leave with a bashful wave over her shoulder. I have this unsettling urge to take a defensive stance in front of her and growl as they watch her walk away, and I feel my fists clench up cracking a few of my knuckles in the process. Something about this woman has brought out the caveman in me.

I hardly register it when Pam takes the seat next to me.

"Do you want her to cook for you tonight?" She says with a mischievous grin.

I simply nod, knowing what Pam is about to do. She is going to go in there and tell Sookie that I ordered her to prepare my meal or something to that effect. Maybe I can regain the upper hand with Sookie's reaction. Play on the fact that she doesn't like to be told what to do. Not even two minutes later Pam is walking back towards my table.

"She said something along the lines of 'If you ask nice, she'll think about it.'" She strums her fingernails atop the table anticipating my reaction.

If I ask nice huh? Wait a minute I am the boss here, and Pam is too for that matter. What kind of game are they playing? Suddenly I feel as if I have lost it again. Determined to take it back I storm my way through the kitchen.

Sookie is standing there with a smart ass little grin on her face. I grab her arm and pull her in the storage room even though she is struggling to get away from me. I try to make my voice firm but I loose a bit of my resolve when I look into her eyes. How is it this woman can infuriate me and excite me all in the same breath.

I try a different tactic, and lean in to whisper a plea in her ear. Yes! That got a reaction, I hear her breathing falter, and smile when the beautiful pink rises in her cheeks. Then she fucking floors me, as she whispers in my ear. Feeling her hot breath pass over my ear, it takes every ounce of my self-control not to shove her up against the wall and fuck her senseless. I honestly don't even know how long I have been standing there in the storage room, pondering the numerous ways this woman is getting to me. When I finally realize she is not in the room and I am standing there like an idiot, I head back out to my seat, keeping my eyes only on what's in front of me.

Ms. Infuriating has me at a complete loss. I feel so off my game right now I can't even think straight. I wave one of the waitresses down and send her to fetch me a scotch. So clearly I haven't completely lost my touch. There is just something wrong with Sookie, she doesn't react the way most women do, she never does what I expect her to. Or maybe she is reacting and I just don't see it, I will have to watch her more closely.

I watch and observe as she approaches me placing the meal in front of me, and turn the charm up full blast. I can tell by the stiffness in her body as I eat, that she is in need of acceptance and I use it to my advantage, she does not disappoint. She figures me out rather quickly and plays right back… I love it.

Then she leaves me an opening I simply cannot refuse by saying she has not tasted it so I offer her a bite. Sookie makes a comment about not tasting me, or at least that's what I think I heard, and I nearly drop the fork before she takes it in her mouth. If I had any control at all in the last few minutes I certainly don't now. Her eyes close and she fucking moans as she chews and I am at full throttle. Does this woman make everything erotic, damn? When she opens her eyes and looks to me, she looks what…confused maybe. She is completely oblivious of the effect she is having on me.

I simply can't resist the comment that comes out of my mouth as she leaves. It's just too easy. And by the look on her face the double meaning in my words did not escape her attention. Clearly I am having an affect on her as well.

The rest of the night seems to fly by and before I know it everyone is gone except for Pam, Lafayette, Sookie, and myself. They are chatting at the door as I am tallying up the totals, and preparing the deposit for Pam to take to the bank. When I look up again Pam is locking the door behind them.

I forgot to ask Sookie about the charity benefit, shit my head has been spinning so many different directions I completely forgot about it.

I wave to Pam as she laughs suspiciously and take off out the door to catch her. I search the parking lot and see Lafayette pulling out, but no other cars other than Pam's and my own. Come to think of it I don't remember seeing any other cars in the lot when I got here this afternoon. So I squint to look down the sidewalk in the direction of the apartments. Sure enough I see her little blonde ponytail bobbing back and forth. What the hell is she thinking walking alone at this time of night? Without another thought I take off after her.

When I am right behind her I put my hand on her shoulder to turn her around, and she elbows me in the sternum, knocking the breath right out of me and bending me over in pain. As she turns around I try to hold out my hand for her to stop and am met right in the nose with the palm of her hand. My eyes start to tear and my vision blurs with red white spots, I am unable to stop myself as my head moves in slow motion towards the sidewalk before everything goes completely dark…..

TBC

A/N: DA..DA..DA.. Please don't hate me.

I will update soon I promise.