This chapter is awaiting edits, and I only hope you can forgive me for the delay in posting. I spent a solid 48 hours wallowing in a puddle of my own depression after receiving a particularly harsh rejection letter from a new publisher for my second book…and then I took the advice of my trusted writing advisors (husband and close friends) and decided to get over it. Sometimes I feel like I’m not cut out for writing because I’m just too damn sensitive, but I can’t seem to stop myself from trying again. And now I’m done complaining. I hope you enjoy the spoiler. 🙂
Charlaine Harris owns everything, blah blah blah.
The Tilted Kilt wasn’t open to the public when she arrived, so Sookie set out to fill up salt shakers and do whatever else Ginger asked. She was relieved to have a distraction, since she was too nervous to go talk to Eric about what happened last night. When Eric called out to her and asked to see her in his office, Sookie’s hand froze and salt poured all over the table. She shook her head when she realized she had made a mess and quickly cleaned it up before heading down the hallway to see him.
On her way, his voice called out again. “Pam, I need to talk to you at some point too.”
The door was open slightly. Eric was not smiling. Her heart sank and she wanted to run.
“I want to talk to you about what happened last night. Will you please close the door?” Eric closed the file he had been looking through.
Sookie pushed the door closed and returned to the chair. She wedged her hands between her knees to keep them from shaking.
“I think there was a misunderstanding.”
Tears welled up in her eyes as her hopes and dreams were crushed.
Eric moved so fast she couldn’t track him, and then he was kneeling in front of her, touching her cheek. “Please don’t cry.” His eyebrows knitted together with concern. “Nothing came out right last night. I wanted to explain that I had no intention of taking advantage of you while you were in that state of mind.”
“What state of mind?” Sookie blinked, coating her eyelashes with tears.
“Influenced by my blood. It’s like a drug. I need to know that you want me because you want me, not because you’re high.”
Sookie gasped. She hadn’t thought of that. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
Eric shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Nothing could be further from the truth.”