Spoiler: Mr. January

I cannot thank you enough for the love and support I’ve gotten from you over the last few days. It is overwhelming and amazing. I think this is the best way to thank you. 🙂

Edits aren’t done, so all mistakes are my own…

Let’s assume for a minute that at the end of Dead as a Doornail, Eric doesn’t disappear from Sookie’s life. Let’s also assume that Quinn never comes to see her (they don’t go out or get involved … nothing). I’m hijacking the storyline somewhere between Dead as a Doornail and Definitely Dead.

 

“So, what’s in the envelope?” she asked, cutting to the chase.

Eric smiled again, dazzling white and terrifying. “Proofs.”

She frowned. “Proofs?”

“Fangtasia’s Vampire Hunks.” His fingers played with the clasp, but he didn’t open it.

“Right, I remember you mentioned something about that.” Her heart raced. He said he was Mr. January. “So you flew out here to…”

“Ask you which one you like the most. We had a very long shoot.”

Sookie’s heart threatened to jump out of her chest.

“Pam cast her vote.”

“And you want my opinion?” She gulped when his thumb and finger squeezed the piece of metal holding the paper closed.

He nodded and then pulled out several sheets of glossy paper. Five, to be exact. Five, eight by ten pictures of Eric. Nude.

“Oh,” Sookie said, hoping he wouldn’t hear her, but of course, he did. She pushed her plate and cup out of the way. Heat spread through her entire body as he arranged the pictures in front of her.

As blandly as if he were talking about going grocery shopping, he began explaining the photo shoot. “First, the photographer had me on the bed,” he said as he pointed to the top row of pictures: in one, he was on his stomach, his lower back arched and his ass raised off the bed, creating a shadow under him, another he was turned to his side, a hint of a white fur robe peeked out from under his body, and the third, he was propped on one elbow with his fingers digging into the white fur.

“Uh huh,” Sookie said, nodding numbly.

“But I thought this was better.” He tapped on the picture where he was standing in front of the bed. Giant glittering snowflakes hung behind him, sparkling in the picture. A light trail of dark blond hair pointed south of his navel. The last picture was a slight variation of the standing one, but he was facing the camera more directly, hiding his ass.

Sookie licked her lips. Her glass was empty. I need a drink. She pushed away from the table, filled her glass, and drank it as slowly as possible, hoping it would give her heart enough time to calm down. It didn’t work.

When she returned to the table, Eric looked up expectantly. “Well?”

She smiled. “This one. You look,” she paused, thinking about what to say next. Delicious. Fabulous. Stunning. Amazing. Like a god. Like you need to bend me over this table and remind me how talented you are. She chuckled and finally said, “good.”

“You and I have similar taste.” He stared at the picture objectively and then put it back on top of the pile. “Pam voted for this one,” he pulled out the one on his stomach.

“I like that one too.” Because you can see your world-class ass. “But I like this one better.”

“It’s decided.” Another dazzling smile. “These are for you to keep.” His eyes bored into hers, making her mouth go dry.

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This is going to be a little two-part story, short, hot, and sweet. Just like I like it. 🙂