A/N: So sorry for the long update. But here it is…

Thanks to my beta Shutterbugmom for taking the time to fix my boo-boo's

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters

SPOV

My first night at Valhalla went extremely smoothly, with the exception being Eric. After he made that snide little comment about tasting me, I had to run to the restroom to splash a bit of cold water on my face. And here I thought I was gaining a bit of control over myself. Boy, was I wrong. After our last little exchange, I had nothing else to do with him for the remainder of the evening. Thank goodness for that. It gave my time to get my head on straight and focus on something other than his taunting words.

Lafayette and I finished cleaning up the kitchen together. He is nearly as OCD as I am when it comes to a clean kitchen. Lafayette and I were heading to the parking lot when Pam caught us at the door.

"So, how was your first night? Well, other than the near concussion." She asked as she tossed some menus into the bin.

"Well, other than that and I guess a few little things," I paused to look at the only other problem standing behind the bar, "It was actually great."

"I'm sure." She stated archly.

"You gonna have to watch out for this child, Pam." Lafayette chimed in. Then he slapped my butt and said, "She tryin' to put something on your brother."

My head snapped up and I smacked him in the arm, "Shut up, Lafayette." I turned and shook my head at Pam.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind slipping you a stiff one." Pam said with a smirk as she flipped my ponytail.

"Slippin' me a wh…" as my mind caught up to my mouth and boggled. "Wait… no…I've never even… I mean I would never… Shit!" I just buried my face in my hands.

"Wait a second; now don't tell me you're a virgin." Pam said, and I heard by the way her tone there's a smile on her face. "Holy Shit, really?"

"What? No… I mean… Uh… I gotta go." I stammered as I pushed my way out the door, Lafayette trailing hot on my heels.

"Sookie, wait." I held my hand out and gestured for him to stop.

"Look, I really don't want to talk about this right now, my head hurts and I am ready to go home. Don't worry about it. So, I'll see you tomorrow okay." He nodded and made his way to his car, and I turned towards the sidewalk.

What the hell happened back there?

My mouth and my brain have always worked together in perfect synchronization, even if my brain/mouth filter didn't always work. I have always been able to keep my head, even in difficult situations. I guess I was just wound so tight with thoughts of him, that my head was just not working right.

Ok, yeah, I was a little wound up. I mean this man had been able to infuriate me and turn me on in ways I have never felt before all in the matter of a few minutes. I was definitely gonna need to release some tension, and soon. I may be a virgin, but I know I have pleasured myself physically more times than I am willing to admit. I'm not proud of the fact, and Gran would probably whoop me if she knew I did it.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't even notice the sounds of someone approaching me until it was too late, and someone grabbed my shoulder. By body reacted with a mind of its own, must have been all those self-defense, and kick-boxing classes Gran made me take when I was in college. I threw my elbow back and spun on my toes bringing the heel of my palm to thrust him in the nose. Only then did I actually see my assailant. It was Eric and he was falling.

"Shit!" I shouted as I thrust my arms out to catch him. A reflex action, I guess, because I just fell right with him.

Shit shit shit! My head was screaming at me. He was out cold.

I almost laughed out loud at the irony, but I felt so bad. I mean, I just knocked him out cold with his big bad towering self. With all the strength I could muster, I was able to pull up over my shoulder and lift him up. So there I was, shuffling my feet one in front of the other down the sidewalk, with a mammoth of a man draped over my entire frame. I carried him like a backpack one arm over each of my shoulders, while his hair swung back and forth smacking me in the eyes and his long legs dragged behind me. If I had enough energy, I might have worried about tearing up his shoes. But, I didn't.

Just before we reached the entry to the apartment he came to, well . . . sort of, enough to make some sort of strange gurgled sound and regain the use of his legs somewhat. So I draped one of his arms around me and guided him through the lobby to the elevator. I flashed a wide grin to the desk attendant along the way.

The elevator opens and I lead him in. I still don't think he has opened his eyes.

Damnit! What a night this was turning out to be.

Then, the thought occurred to me that I had no clue where he lives, so I would have to bring him to my apartment. We reached my floor and I dragged him along the way, propping him against the wall only to feel him slump over my shoulder, nearly taking me down to the ground. I finally got the door open and dragged him in, basically dropping him on my loveseat. He mumbled again and rolled his head from side to side. I waited for a minute to see if he was coming to, when he didn't I walked to the kitchen to get a bowl of warm water and a towel.

I returned and sat down beside him to clean the bit of blood off his face. I gave my boss a bloody nose; if he was awake I might laugh at the fact. He also scraped his head; I guess when he fell, he hit the concrete a little harder than I thought. So I wet the towel and used as gentle a touch as possible. I couldn't help but to notice how truly beautiful he is, eyes closed, a few stray hairs framing his face, and his lips parted slightly. Even beaten, bloody and unconscious I wanted to kiss him.

God, this is not good.

When all the blood was gone, I took the bowl to the sink and threw the towel in the wash.

I headed back to the living room to find him still out, so I took that time to get into the shower. I guess I didn't feel it due to the adrenaline, but I scraped my elbow up pretty good. I made sure to get all the dirt out and put a band-aid on it. I towel-dried my hair, brushed my teeth and headed back to my dresser to find the least provocative PJ's I owned. I settled on a pair of red and white striped cotton pants and a red tank. Once I was decent, I headed back out to check on my guest.

When I walked in the front room, I nearly doubled over in laughter. If he didn't look so unbelievably cute and pathetic, I probably would have. Lying with his head almost on the coffee table, his neck all pinched up, only his upper body fit on my tiny little loveseat. The rest of his body was spread out on the floor.

Oh my goodness, that can't be comfortable.

I leaned over him and tried to get him to wake up, but he just grumbled. I was beginning to wonder if he had a few drinks in him too, because there is no way I knocked him out like this. I almost didn't believe what I was about to do.

I squatted down by the loveseat, swung one of his arms over my shoulder and dragged him to the bedroom. I laid him down on the pillow and lifted his heavy legs up one by one, taking his shoes and socks off in the process.

My god, the man even has beautiful feet.

I rolled him to the side and lifted one arm out of his jacket and then to the other. I stepped back and looked at him in all his glory sleeping like a baby in my bed. I had a fleeting thought about undressing him, but quickly shook it off. There is no way I am taking off more than that.

Mind out of the gutter Stackhouse.

So, I walked around the bed and crawled in the other side. I pulled the blanket up over us both and closed my eyes. Lying there stiff as a board, I couldn't help but laugh at the fact that I was sleeping with a man, whom I barely know, and I haven't even had sex with him. His presence in my bed, however, was oddly comforting and I fell fast asleep.

The morning came all too soon, and it took a moment for me to realize what was wrong with my body. Not only was I extremely warm, but I couldn't move. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking the sleep out of them, and comprehension hit me like a ton of bricks. Eric had one arm thrown over me, effectively pinning my arms to my chest, and one leg was draped over mine, paralyzing me.

Now, I would be lying if I said I felt uncomfortable, because I wasn't. It was extremely comforting trapped in his hold like a security blanket. As my wanton and moral sides have a full fledged battle, the latter finally prevails and I tried to make my escape.

As I begun to shift my weight towards the edge of the bed, he strengthened his hold and pulled me tighter to his body. Then he buried his face into the back of my hair, and his warm breathe fluttered down my spine, nearly sending me into convulsions. Just as I was about to give in to what my body was desperately craving, my awareness of his lack of clothing and current 'state' became extremely apparent.

Oh, crap how'd he get naked? Well not naked completely but close e-damn-nough!

All I could see surrounding me was his bare flesh covered by a miniscule pair of boxer-briefs. And what magnificent flesh it is!

Every man in the world would gladly sell his soul to the devil for a body like his. It takes every bit of will-power I could muster to not let my hands wander precariously about his skin, and I shot up out of the bed like a rocket. I ran straight into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

After I washed my face and did as nature insisted, I cracked the door a bit to peak out and see if I woke him up. He was still lying there looking as peaceful as a newborn baby and I noticed he had little bruises on either side of his nose and started to feel guilty all over again. I ignored the warm aching in my body and turned to brush my teeth. Just as I stuffed the brush in my mouth the door swung open, and he waltzed in.

Jeez, he couldn't have put his pants back on?

I forced my eyes shut and turned to face the sink. Of course, that doesn't help one little bit, his reflection is staring right back at me.

He walked right up behind me and squeezed a bit of toothpaste on his finger as he said "Good morning, Rocky," right in my ear sending shivers down my spine.

I smirked at his comment as I continued my scrubbing, trying like hell to keep my eyes off the mirror and the magnificent object reflecting there. Standing there in my impending demise, I quickly rinsed. I shoved my way out of the bathroom, in hopeless search of some distance between rational thought and the thought of me kissing his sweet pouty lips and rubbing my hands frantically all over his body.

"That is not helping." I whispered to myself as I started a pot of coffee and leaned against the counter.

I pulled out two mugs and placed one on the counter and poured myself a cup and resumed my position of near defeat against the counter, my fingers tapping my mug uneasily.

God, why is my body craving this man so viciously?

When he walked around the corner, I found my manners and spoke. "Sorry about last night, I made coffee." I bobbed my head in the direction of the freshly brewed pot. But his eyes never left mine.

He took a hesitant step forward, then another and another, until he was inches from my body. My body was now struck immobile from the heat emanating off his body. He reached to my hands and extracted my mug. Placing it on the counter, he took yet another step forward.

Holy crap! He's gonna kiss me, and I can't even move.

Why? Because I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me with every cell in my body; every nerve in my body was tingling with anticipation. I looked into his eyes as they searched mine seeking my silent permission, and I licked my lips hesitantly.

His head dipped to mine as his lips brushed against mine gently. My breathe came in shallow gasps at the feel of his warm, soft mouth on mine, and my face felt as if it would catch fire. As his tongue danced across my bottom lip requesting access, my lips parted with a quivering sigh. As his tongue found its way to mine, I found myself responding with a shocking intensity. My hands reached into his hair and I pulled him closer pressing my breasts against his chest, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. Our tongues eagerly stroked each other, and I couldn't seem to get enough of his sweet taste on my lips. He shoved his body against mine, pressing my back into the edge of the counter, earning a pained sigh from my throat. He noticed this and gripped my legs, lifting me, and sitting me down on the counter. His mouth never ceased its attack on mine. One of his hands found its way to the back of my head, as the other found its way up my thigh to rest on my hip.

He pulled back and I sighed at the distance between us. Then he shifted my legs slightly and lowered his lips to mine again with a force not too far from violent. I kissed him back equally as aggressive, and he shoved himself into me closing what little distance was left between us. This movement caused his erection to grind against my throbbing core, sending my head back as a loud hiss escaped my lips. My action seemed to drive him mad and he growled in response, and thrust himself into me yet again.

"Oh, Eric." I moaned as I tried to create some distance and pushed him back.

"Wait." I whispered against his lips.

He pulled back and looked at me with lust filled eyes and a questioning look on his face. "What? Why?" he asked breathlessly.

"I can't do this, it's not right. I mean, you're my boss." I regretted the words as soon as they came out because boy did I want him! I wanted him so bad I nearly retracted my statement by tackling him to the ground and having my way with his body.

"I don't care." He said with a wicked grin and then his lips were on mine again.

Every second he kissed me I felt my resolve becoming weaker and weaker, so I shoved him back yet again before I didn't have the strength to do it.

"We have got to stop. I mean, I don't even know you," I said desperately trying not to sound whiny. "I can't do this, not like this." My eyes sought his for understanding.

He simply nodded and I felt my shoulders slump with relief. I mean, I knew that if it was going to happen, which I hoped to god it would eventually, I would have to tell him of my current situation, but I couldn't bring myself to say it right now.

He strolled over and poured a cup of coffee with an utter look of defeat on his face, and I wanted to kiss the little pout away. But my will-power was not strong enough to keep kissing him.

"Eric, I'm sorry." He just shook his head and reached his hand to brush my cheek.

"Nothing to be sorry for. I have wanted to kiss you since I laid eyes on you, and…" he paused trying to find the words, "I can wait. I am patient."

My head leaned into his hand enjoying the warmth of his skin on mine. "I'm sorry I beat you up." I said with a snort.

His face fell slightly in embarrassment, "Yeah, you are not as defenseless as you look." He said with a smile.

"Self-defense classes in college. I've never used them. Funny how the first person I use them on just happens to be my boss."

"So, what happened? How did I get here? Not that I am complaining." He said as he places a chaste kiss on my forehead.

"I lugged you up here; I didn't know what else to do. Seeing as how I incapacitated you and all." I say with a wink.

"I was trying to catch you to ask you if you would accompany me to the charity benefit this Saturday evening?" he said with a hint of an accent on his voice. "You sort of...uh… distracted me last night and I forgot to ask."

Oh, boy. Do I want to go? Yes, but I am not too sure that this…whatever, is a good idea. He is my boss and it should be illegal the way he looks. After a noticeable pause of internal debate, causing him to shift nervously from foot to foot, I sucked up my insecurities and decided . . . what the hell.

"Ok, but…" I paused for his undivided attention "Does this…" I wave my hand between the two of us "Not seem inappropriate to you? Because it does to me."

"How is it inappropriate?" He asked as he lowered his mouth to mine and placed a delicate kiss on my lips. "Do you always tease your suitors, in such an incapacitating manner?" Grinding himself into me for effect.

I might have been turned on at the act, but the fact that he called me a tease struck some sort of nerve and I began shoving him out towards the door as I spoke. "Listen pal, I am not a tease. I have never even… I mean… I didn't do anything to tease you." I opened the door and pushed him out before continuing. "And if you think I am going to jump in the bed with you after you push yourself on me like a dog in heat, then you've got another thing coming." And with that, I slammed the door in his face.

I heard his feet shuffling down the hall and slid down the door, bringing my knees to my chest with a sigh, wondering what the hell just happened.

A/N: Don't hate me…. I will get the next chappy up ASAP. *hugs*

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