Glamoured: Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

The silence of the car was filled with the sound of her breathing and the pounding of her heart. I want to take you home. I want to touch you. Kiss you. Taste you. His words echoed through her head. She had listened to him tell a room full of people how much he wanted them. How could she not be angry? Angry at herself for believing she was special. For thinking that the few moments they shared had been unique.

“Wait. What?” Her anger gave way to confusion.

“I was talking to you.” He pulled into the parking lot behind Merlotte’s and parked next to her car. He turned to face her. He was dead serious.

“I thought… Were you testing me? To see if Dr. Ludwig’s homework assignment would work?”

Eric shrugged. “Maybe a little.”

“So you said those things because you knew it would get my attention?” She couldn’t repeat his words out loud for fear that she may pass out.

“No. I said it because I want you.” His voice was soft and as he spoke, he began to close the gap between them.

She was staring at his lips. His soft cool lips. Her body moved on its own, meeting in the middle, and even with her eyes closed, her mouth found his. Her lips melting his. His tongue pushed inside her mouth and he moaned. Their tongues played until Sookie needed to breathe.

“Kiss you. Taste you.” His mouth was pulled into a smile.

“I guess you got what you wanted.”

He shook his head. “No. If I got what I wanted, you would be at my house.”

Sookie swallowed hard. She was sure there would be touching along with more kissing and tasting if she went home with him. Was that such a bad idea? Kissing was heavenly…anything more would probably kill her. She needed more kissing. Now. She leaned toward him again, intent on taking what she wanted when someone knocked on her window.

She jumped and squinted through the dark tint at Sam, who was glaring at her. “I um, I should be going. Thanks for taking me to meet with Dr. Ludwig.”

Eric put his hand on her leg, sending a pulse of energy through her body. “Will I see you tomorrow night?”

Sookie nodded. “I’ll come down after work. See you then.” She had to force herself to open the door. When she pulled her leg out of his grasp, sorrow tugged at her heart.

She watched Eric back out of the parking lot and drive away. Her jaw clenched as she walked past Sam to her car. Before she could retrieve her keys, Sam touched her shoulder.

“Hey, are you all right?”

“Do I look like I’m not all right?” Sookie snapped, the anger in her voice exploding through her words.

“I was just—”

“Spying on me? You’re not my dad, Sam, you don’t need to look out for me. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. Vamps are dangerous.” His words were forced through clenched teeth.

“Is this a friendly warning, or does this have something to do with how you feel about me?” Sookie narrowed her eyes. Sam looked away. “I thought so.” She sighed. “Eric is helping me. For the first time in my life I feel like I’m in control of what happens to me. You can’t even imagine how wonderful that is. I am going to keep seeing him, and if you have a problem with that, just fire me now.”

“No, no problem.” Sam’s words were barely a whisper.

“I’m going to need to work the dinner shift so I can be off every night at eight. I’ve got a project I’m working on.”

“That’s just fine.” Sam was staring at the gravel he was moving with the toe of his boot. “I’m worried about you, Sookie. That’s all.”

“I’m not like other girls, Sam.” Sookie pulled the door of her car open. “I appreciate your concern, but unless I’m on the clock, it’s not your business. Good night.”

“Of course. Night Sookie.” Sam turned on his heel and stalked inside.

Sookie’s head rested on the steering wheel. Sam was right. Eric was dangerous. Everything in her being told her it was true. He did things she didn’t like and she barely knew him, but the moment he touched her she forgot about everything else. She would have to be more careful from now on.

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Sookie practically sprinted to her car after work the next night. She was intent on making it to Shreveport in time for the nine o’clock show and made it just in time. Despite her attempts to blend into the crowd the tattooed guy recognized her at the door.

“Want me to get the boss for you?”

Sookie kept her eyes down and shook her head. The women around her were whispering. She pushed her money toward the vampire.

“I can’t accept that. Bosses orders.” He crossed his arms over his chest and waited until she put her money away before letting her pass.

“Thank you,” she whispered before stepping inside.

The room was already full and the noise was deafening. Her skin crawled and her heart raced. Sookie squeezed her eyes shut. Slowly, the sounds faded. She focused all her energy on the silence coming from the tattooed guy, who had pushed in with the last bit of the crowd. She smiled and let out the breath she had been holding, and then the crowd surged toward the stage as the curtain moved. Pam walked out and scanned the room. She winked at Sookie and then looked over her shoulder as Eric joined her on stage.

Sookie’s heart raced again, but it wasn’t from the overwhelming crowd this time. Eric smiled, flashing his fangs just before they began. She focused on his face but despite how hard she tried she couldn’t stop his words from infiltrating her mind. I want to take you home. I want to taste you, touch you, and undress you. Her cheeks flushed and she swallowed hard. She turned and faced the tattooed vampire and everything went silent again. She fought the urge to face Eric, and when the crowd started moving toward the door, she moved with them. She had to get outside. Maybe coming wasn’t a good idea.

The mindless flood of customers flowed out the door, handing money as they went. Sookie scurried to the back wall of the building and sighed as she leaned her head against the brick. Even with her eyes closed, she could tell she wasn’t alone. “Hello Eric.” When their eyes met, her resolve began to fade.

“Good evening, Sookie. I’m glad you came.”

Sookie sighed. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

“What?”

“This. Me coming here. I can’t focus.”

“Why?” He took a step closer and smoothed a piece of hair back toward her ponytail.

Her body melted. “Because of you. Because for the first time in my life I actually want to know what someone else is thinking.” She shrugged. “It’s not helpful. I’m trying to work on my homework, but I can’t.”

Eric’s lips pulled up into a smile, revealing his fangs. “Would you prefer if I told you directly?”

Her shoulders slumped, digging into the brick behind her. He was dangerous. She needed to avoid him. Instead of answering him, she wound the silver necklace around her finger.

He took another step and then his mouth was next to her ear. “I would be happy to tell you.” He kissed the outer rim of her ear. Any coherent thoughts she had evaporated into thin air. “I want you. All of you. I want to feed from you. I want to lick you. I want to kiss you. I want to be inside you.” Each word quieter than the one before until it was only a breathy sigh.

The electricity between their bodies hummed, but Eric made no moved to touch her again. He pulled away, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. “Better?”

Sookie was struggling to breathe. She shook her head. “No. Eric I…I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

“You’re working to control your telepathy.”

“No. That’s why I should be here, but that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because…” She looked at the ground between their bodies.

He took her hand and laced his fingers through hers. “Because you want me too.”

“I should be afraid of you.”

Eric nodded. “Yes.”

“So why aren’t I?” She took a deep breath. “Why can’t I just leave?”

“Because you don’t want to. You want to be with me.” He brought her fingers to his mouth and kissed them. “You want me just as much as I want you.”

Her mind reeled. What would she do with him? She didn’t know the first thing about sex. The fear of inadequacy gripped her. She yanked her hand out of his. Hot tears rimmed her eyes. If he knew the truth, he wouldn’t want her.

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hands and took a deep breath. A tight smile stretched her mouth. “I might get the hang of my telepathy eventually. Practice makes perfect, right? I’ll try again tomorrow.”

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Oh Eric, when will you ever learn? On to Glamoured: Chapter 10