A/N: So it may be stupid for me to post this late but once I get a chapter back from the beta I can't wait to post it, lol.

So since this chapter is done, I'm now working on the next chapter of The Beginning of Everything. Hopefully I will have something to tease by the Monday Teaser thingy.

I have to thank my beta lover morecks87 and greenlemons, just because I love her.

Also, nothing belongs to me, everything belongs to CH, and any remaining mistakes are my own.

I must have dozed off because I woke up to a knock at the door. I checked the clock on my bedside table and it read 2:07 a.m. I rolled over into a hard warm body. Eric. I had no idea what I was going to do about the situation. Was it a one-night stand? I hoped it wasn't because I was starting to discover that I liked him. One thing that bothered me was I had no idea if Eric slept with all of the women he was sent to dance for on his house calls. Thank God we'd had enough sense to use protection. Shit, did I make a mistake? I didn't know anything about this guy!

There was another knock on the door breaking me out of my thoughts. Who in the hell would be knocking on my door this late? Maybe someone forgot something from the party? I slid out of bed and looked down at Eric who was lying on his stomach. The blanket was barely covering his ass, and what a fine ass it was.

I heard more knocking. Right! The door. I went to my closet and grabbed my robe from the hook on the door. I threw it on and headed down the steps. On the way to the door I peeked into the other rooms of the house and they looked relatively clean. At least Amelia didn't leave me to clean up after my own party. A party I didn't want, I might add.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Bill, my next-door neighbor and recent ex-boyfriend.

"What in the hell are you doing here knocking on my door so late?"

"Did you lose something?"

"Not unless you took something. Now get off my porch before I call the cops." Bill had been basically stalking me since we broke up. He showed up at my work, called me constantly, and stopped by my house all the time. It was starting to scare me.

"It looks like the cops are already here," he said, pointing over his shoulder.

I looked in the direction Bill was pointing and saw two men out in the yard dressed as cops. It made me think of Eric up in my room and I was glad he was the stripper. If these two had tried to strip for me, I'd have paid them to keep their clothes on.

"Bill," I said slowly, "why did you bring the cops here?"

"Oh, we're not real cops ma'am. We're the strippers hired for the party," the short pudgy one, with blonde hair, said.

"You're a little late aren't you?" I asked before I thought about what he'd just said. Then like an atomic bomb, what the implications meant hit me. If they were the strippers hired for the party, then who in the hell was in my bed?

"Yeah, sorry about that. We kinda got lost and ended up finding this guy's house instead of yours. Do you still need us?" the taller, less pudgy, dark haired one asked.

"No," I answered, still stunned by what I had just learned.

"Well, we'll have our supervisor call the one who hired us to talk about the money."

"That's fine. Thank you," I replied as I turned to go back into my house. I had no idea what I was going to do about the man in my bed. I was almost through the door when Bill grabbed my arm.

"What is wrong with you? Hiring strippers? You broke up with me just so you could be a whore?"

"Bill Compton, you will remove your hand from me before I take it off. What I do is none of your business. I try to be civil with you because my gran liked you but so help me God, I will not hesitate to hit you. Now leave me alone. I don't want to see you anymore. If you come to the bar again, I'll have Sam throw you out. I don't want to see you lurking around my house. And stop calling me. Do you understand?"

Bill released my arm and I went back into the house to deal with my problem. Now that I thought about it, it might have been best if someone had come with me. I didn't regret sending Bill away, but maybe the strippers could have come with me to confront Eric. Although, given the physique of those out of shape strippers, Eric could have probably taken all three of us on. Eric, if that was even his real name, hadn't hurt me yet, but maybe that's because I played right into his hand. Once I confronted him he could go off.

After thinking about it, I realized, it would be best for me to go up with backup. I went to the hallway closet and got out my old metal bat from high school soft ball. I crept up the stairs with the bat ready for swinging.

I used the bat to push open my bedroom door and saw Eric lying in the bed with him arms extended over his head.

"Hey, who was that at the door?" After he registered what I had in my hand, he froze. "Sookie," he said wearily, "what are you doing?"

"I'll ask the questions around here, officer. Who are you?"

"Sookie, who was at the door? What is wrong with you?" he asked, sitting up.

"You want to know who was at the door?! I'll tell you! It was the strippers Amelia hired!"

His face paled and I knew it was true. Any doubt I wanted to hold on to was gone the moment his face paled. He wasn't a stripper. You'd think someone would be glad to hear the man they just had sex with didn't take off their clothes for money. I wasn't, because it meant he had lied to me.

"Who are you? And try being honest this time. If I think you're lying, I'll hit you in the balls so hard… it'll hurt a lot."

"Please, put the bat down and let's talk about this," Eric said as he held his hands up in surrender.

"Oh yes stranger! Let me put down the only defense I have against you, so as soon as I turn my back, you can attack and kill me."

"If I had wanted to kill you, I could have done it earlier."

"But why would you do that? I practically threw myself at you, begging you to screw me! What is wrong with me? The one time I do something completely out of character and this is what happens!"

I started to pace around the room, forgetting to not turn my back on Eric. He just sat on the bed staring at me so I didn't think he was too much of a threat.

"Can you stop pacing? You're making me nervous."

"You're nervous?! You're not the one with a strange man in your bed, who is way bigger than you. A man who lied to you and you didn't find out about it until after you slept with him."

"I'm sorry about that. Listen, let me put my clothes on and then can we talk about this? It'll probably make you feel better if I have clothes on."

I didn't really have a choice. He did need to get dressed and I'd rather have an explanation than him leaving without a word.

"Fine, meet me in the kitchen. You remember where that is, right?" He just nodded as he got up and grabbed his clothes. I quickly walked out of the room before I saw something that would impair my judgment.

I sat at the kitchen table for a few minutes before Eric walked in, in his uniform.

"Before we start, is your real name Eric?"

"Yes Sookie, I didn't lie to you about that."

"How in the hell am I supposed to know? I don't know anything about you!" I yelled. "Just tell me, everything. From the beginning," I said as I rubbed my eyes. I was starting to get a headache.

"Ok," Eric sighed, taking a deep breath. "You've already figured out that I'm not a stripper." I nodded, wishing he'd tell me the parts that I didn't know.

"Well, I'm a real cop," he stopped talking after he saw the look on my face.

"Wait. Why would a real cop pretend to be a stripper?" And the thought that a real cop would lie about being a stripper worried me.

"My partner and I are Shreveport PD but we were told to patrol around Bon Temps because the sheriff is sick and Andy is on vacation. They didn't think Kevin and Kenya could handle the town alone."

"Not that much happens in Bon Temps."

"After working around town I'm starting to realize that. But we got a call about a noise disturbance and the complaint was about your house. I knocked, we were taken as strippers and the rest you know."

"Who would complain about the noise? The closest house is across the cemetery and Bill wouldn't have been able to hear anything from that far away..." I trailed off. That bastard Bill would've been able to hear the party if he was creeping around my house again, which I wouldn't put past him. And there is no doubt that Bill would call the cops just to spite me.

"What is it?" Eric asked as the look on my face.

"Nothing, just that, I might know who called after all."

"I didn't mean for it to turn out this way. Alcide told me to play along and I never should have listened to his dumb horny ass."

"Why did you? I'd think for being a cop, you'd know the difference between right and wrong. I shouldn't have let it get that far anyway but what would posses you to do something like that?"

"I don't know what you want me to say. I've never done anything like this before. When you opened the door, I just lost my mind. I tried to tell Amelia that we weren't strippers, and then in the kitchen, Alcide made a lot of sense at the time. Now I realize it was a mistake. I should have never slept with you when I was lying."

It wasn't entirely Eric's fault. I didn't exactly resist him. But still, he lied in the first place. I might have been okay with the fact that I'd just slept with a guy I barely knew if it wasn't for the fact that I had been lied to just so he could sleep with me.

"Speaking of my partner, where is Alcide?"

I groaned, thinking about what could have happened. Alcide wasn't here and unless he abandoned Eric to go back to Shreveport alone, he most likely went home with Amelia. She was the only one out of the group that would take home a strange man after knowing him for a few hours and sleep with him. Well, besides me, but Eric was practically thrown in my lap so that didn't count.

"He probably went home with Amelia, the girl you talked to. That or he left you."

"If there is any chance of him sleeping with your friend, then he went with her."

"Well then I guess mystery solved. Alcide is with Amelia." My declaration led to the awkward silence. I had basically just announced that Amelia was a slut, but hey, at least she was having lots of sex.

Eric didn't say anything. He just kept looking at me. I hate awkward silences so I had to say something. "What do we do now?"

"I don't know. I've never been in a situation like this before."

Well that made two of us.

A/N: WHOA, what a crazy turn of events, lol.