A/N: Ok, so let me clarify…in the last chapter Sookie kicked Eric out of her apartment. He did in fact have his pants on but nothing else. I forgot to put that in there. Oopsy he put them on after leaving the bathroom, before the smooch. Sorry.

As promised I wanted to get the next chapter up for you today. It may be a couple of days before I get the next one up. I am already working on it though.

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SPOV

While I sat slumped against the door, like a sulky child, I replayed the previous events over and over in my mind, trying to find some sort of reasoning behind my erratic behavior. I finally pushed myself off the cold floor and grabbed my cell, what I really needed was an outsider's view. I called up Amelia and told her to get here pronto.

Waiting for Amelia, gave me time to think. I can't figure out what it is about Eric that makes me act so strangely. He seems so arrogant and confident, and that freaks me out. I mean, I want him physically with every cell in my body, and I don't even know him. I was not raised that way. I was raised to think with my head not my body, and for me to want him with such an animalistic desire, just seems wrong.

Then the comment about me being a tease, just stirred up all kinds of horrific memories of Bills and mine relationship. I couldn't count the number of times that I had heard Bill call me a tease, I guess I grew to loathe the word.

When Amelia arrived we headed to the balcony to sip our ice teas and enjoy the weather, while I spilled my guts to her. I told her about everything that happened from the time I met him until the time I slammed the door in his face, and how I felt at all said times. She was good, most of the time only throwing in a few snide comments.

"You kicked his ass? I can't wait to tell Pam about this." She said between hysterical giggles.

I quickly hushed her up and asked her what the hell was wrong with me and what the hell I was supposed to do now.

"Talk to him." She said.

"What do you mean talk to him, I can hardly form a complete sentence in his presence much less have a full blown conversation." I huffed. "Talking to him is difficult."

"But you like him, or at least you're in lust with him." She said with a smirk, "It can't hurt anything to talk to him. He is obviously interested in you. So sit him down and tell him that you are willing to get to know him, but that he must be okay with taking things slowly. Tell him that you're a virgin."

"I can't just bust that out in the middle of a conversation." I yell. Not that I am ashamed of the fact. Just, why tell someone that out of the blue? I'm not even sure what he is to me.

"No matter how you do it, you need to do it. If he is serious about you, he will respect it and maybe you can get to know each other."

She had given me several things to think about. Did I seriously want to know him? I think I did. If I was going to have such an extreme attraction to him physically, I needed to know if that was all there was going to be. Before I made a critical error and jumped his bones.

After she left, I decided I would do just that. I planned my speech in my head while I cleaned the house up. Then I threw some clothes on and headed downstairs to the office.

When I made it to the door I noticed it was open and he's on the phone. I waved to him from the door to signal my presence, and he held a finger up to signal for me to wait. I gave him a nod and stepped back to the lobby.

Eric stuck his head out the door a few minutes later and waved me in, closing the door behind us and resuming his seat behind his desk.

"I'm sorry." We both said simultaneously and then paused.

I held my hand up to him to wait. I know I've got to get it all out before I loose it. "Please let me talk, let me finish before you say anything okay?" he nodded in assent.

"First off, I want to say I am sorry, not only for… well you know…last night, I didn't hear you come up and well, my fight or flight instinct just kicked in. You really shouldn't sneak up on a girl in the middle of the night. So I guess, in a way, I taught you a lesson."

"A lesson I rather enjoyed learning." He chimed in with a crooked smirk on his lips.

"I said not to interrupt." I spat. "What is it you want from me?" I was getting a bit agitated. Is everything with Eric about sex?

"I would have thought that was apparent." He replied as he leaned forward resting his chin on his folded hands.

Oh. .

I can't do this. "So, sex…That's what you want from me?" My voice rose a few octaves as I spoke.

"Among other things." His expression unreadable.

I should have known a man that looks like him can have any woman he wants, and probably does. And here I came to apologize to this pig. A traitorous tear fell down my cheek, and I shoved myself off the chair, stomping my feet in the process and turned towards the door.

As I reached the door I turned and spat at him, "I am not like that Eric Northman, I don't know what would give you the idea that I was, but you are completely deluded to even assume the fact, oh and by the way I will not go on Saturday."

"You will go." He yelled, as he stood to tower in front of me

"I most certainly will not." I yell right back, my hands propping on my hips for effect.

"I am your boss." He sneered.

I snorted and gave him an incredulous look, "Just because you are my boss, doesn't mean you can make me go out with you. Have you ever heard the term sexual harassment? I could take it to court." I snapped with a grin.

"It is work, and you will go. One of our kitchen staff must attend. So you will be there." He said with a tone that left no room for argument.

"Ughhh" I growled. "You are impossible." I yelled and turned on my heels stomping away.

I made my way upstairs, not bothering with the elevator. I had to get out of there as soon as possible. Fighting back my betraying tears, as I threw the door closed behind me, I grabbed my cell and called Gran.

EPOV

When I finally came to enough to notice that I was not in my apartment, the events that had occurred bombarded my brain and realization sets in.

Sookie, a girl, kicked my ass.

But there I was, in her apartment, in her bed, with her inches from my body. My skin was set aflame. I stripped down to my boxers and shoved as close to her in the bed as I could get without disturbing her. I fell fast asleep in the comfort of having her near.

I awake again and the sun is up, my body, unconsciously, had pulled hers into my grasp. With one leg over hers and her tiny frame wrapped in my arms, I relish in the warmth and contentment. I wanted to rouse her by kissing the little wrinkle in the back of her neck, but I don't, I just breathe her in and enjoy the thought of our bodies entwined.

When I wake, yet again, Sookie is not in my arms, and I feel a strange sense of loss. I see the bathroom door open and hear the sounds of running water. I couldn't control the thoughts of Sookie possibly being naked in there and was immediately out of the bed and on my way to investigate.

I slipped in, and she was brushing her teeth, so I join her, in hopes that I may get the chance to kiss her. I noticed her anxiety at having me in her bathroom, but she quickly runs out. She can't always run from me.

My only thoughts are of kissing her, tasting her lips, her tongue. I must know if she taste as good as she smells. I threw my pants on and I walked to her hesitantly by the counter as she mumbled something I barely heard, my only thoughts of kissing her. My eyes are questioning, waiting for her to stop me as I made my way to her mouth. When she licked her lips I dove in.

Her mouth was hot and sweet and our kiss could have set the house on fire, as it was it set something of mine on fire. I don't think I had much control over my body; it was acting in a completely barbaric manner. This woman who is the epitome of beauty, deserved something more, but here I was barely abstaining from the pillaging that my body so desired. The animal in me fighting his way out and I was barely able to cage him, when she pushed me away. The beast growled in defeat, but was not silent.

She told me to be patient, she asked me to wait. Her eyes sought mine for understanding, and the look in them made me want to do anything for her, protect her, pleasure her, anything that she would ask of me.

When I agreed to be patient, I meant it with my whole heart and the beast roars in protest. The ultimate goddess in real life and all I could think about was ravishing her completely; I hush the damned monster within, to make my responses sincere.

I grabbed a cup of coffee as we discussed the previous night's events, I can't help the shame I feel at being knocked unconscious, by a woman no less. I quickly remembered my reason for searching for her in the first place and ask her about the banquet. I stood there awaiting her answer, not enjoying the insecure feeling I got in her hesitancy.

What the hell is taking so long?

I know she wants to, her arousal and her interest in me are apparent. When she finally agrees I breathe a sigh of relief.

When she said what we did was inappropriate, I nearly throw myself to the floor in a fit of laughter. This woman has no idea what she does to me. How could she be so naïve? If this is inappropriate, I want to be that always. This…whatever we have is so much more than that; I have never before felt such a desire in me. I want this woman completely. She will be mine.

I tried to tell her as much and show her how she affected me, but she shoved me off and started pushing me back out the door.

What the hell? I have no clue what just happened.

What did I do? I want to ask, but my mouth won't work, she is yelling at me and I have no fucking clue why. She slams the door in my face, and I stand there dumbfounded, before making my way upstairs, utterly fucking confused.

When I made my way to the office, I still had no idea what the hell went wrong. I called Pam, after finishing with the payroll for the week, to get as close to a females opinion as I could manage. I told her the events that had occurred, and other than her interrupting me to laugh hysterically at the fact that Sookie knocked me out, she listened completely.

"She is not like all of the other women you know, Eric." She stated "I will not get in the middle of this, let her come to you, is all I will say."

What the hell?

Are women always so damned confusing? How the fuck is that supposed to help?

"What is the saying?" She started "'If you love something let it go and if it is yours it will come back to you. If it doesn't then it was never yours to begin with.'"

Love… who said anything about love, I hardly know this woman, much less love her. I want her inexplicably. But, Love? I guess I can see the significance of the statement, somewhat.

I was wrapping up my conversation, when Sookie peaked in and I told her to give me a minute, and quickly got rid of Pam.

"Don't talk." Pam said just before the line went silent.

Fucking women.

I urged Sookie to sit as I closed the door and quickly took my seat, when we both spoke I thought that maybe we had come to some sort of understanding. But, I let her continue; when she apologized again I told her I liked her teaching me lessons. Hell, if all lessons with Sookie land me in her bed with her taking care of me, I will gladly be the student.

Then she asked me what I want from her, I am almost speechless. Does this woman seriously not know how crazy I am about her? True, I don't know anything about her, but I would happily set that to rights if she would let me.

When she asked me if I wanted sex, I was at a complete loss. Yes of course, how could I not. She is beautiful and alluring in every sense of the word. But I don't just want sex, I want to know her, I want to wake up with her in my arms again, I want to memorize her scent, I want to know what makes her tick. What do I not want from her?

The way she reacted pissed me off, what did she mean she was not like that? Who was this woman that thought she could tell me, Eric Northman, what to do? When she threatened to sue me, my vision ran red and I quickly put her in her place as my subordinate, leaving no room for discussion and she stormed off in a hissy. I slammed the door behind her.

Who the hell was this woman to challenge my authority? I asked her to do something and she should do it. How impossible and infuriating this Sookie is. Of course, it would be a difficult and impossible woman that I wanted so unconditionally. But for now I will let her go, as Pam suggested, and resume my position.

She will come to me, she will allow me to show her my affections, and she will yield to me.

A/N: Gawd… Sookie can be such a pain in the A** sometimes. And Eric… talk about cryptic. Why do guys always say things that sound so much nastier than what they mean? *giggles*

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