Chapter 13: Confessions, Breakfast & Pam

Sookie

The things I was feeling for Eric made me question if I’d never really been in love with Quinn at all. Being able to tell him about Uncle Bartlett and the things that had happened to me in my past took a huge weight off my shoulders. I had never been able to tell Quinn. I knew that I should, but I just couldn’t bring myself to say the words. I think that was partially because I knew he was going to look at me with pity and want to take vengeance on my behalf, even though it was too late for that. He would stomp around making threats and growling about how it was unfair that I’d been damaged. Any reaction he might have had wouldn’t have been about me, but about how it made him feel. Dealing without own feelings over the whole thing was hard enough without him adding his own burden to it.

And then to top it all off, the sex was phenomenal. If I’d had any doubts left over from the haze of my memory the night we met, they were all erased. Being able to tell him everything, or anything, and knowing that he still wanted me just as much was almost unbelievable to me. The way he looked at me had changed, but only for the better. He looked almost proud of me, which was something I wasn’t expecting. Hearing him tell me that I was strong and beautiful did wonders, and it didn’t sound clichéd. My parents and my Gran had tried to tell me those same things from the time I was small, but it always felt like they were saying it because they had to. I didn’t get that feeling from Eric. With him, I felt like he really meant it, like he really believed his words.

I felt lighter after I told him the truth and I promised him there weren’t anymore dark secrets waiting to be dropped on him. He’d told me about the death of his sister, which I knew wasn’t easy for him. It was a life changing event for him. He’d had about as much time to process that loss as I did the loss of my childhood. We’d both suffered a loss of innocence at a young age, but in very different ways. I started to wonder if maybe everyone had their own little tragic tale to tell and I just never gave it much thought in the past because I was too busy dealing with my own to notice.

Sure I’d feel bad for someone if they had a death in the family or if they lost a job or something like that, but I never gave much thought to the story that got them to the point where those things occurred. Was that the worst it would ever get, or was that just the tip of the iceberg? I laid in bed thinking about those things before the sun had come up. Eric was sound asleep next to me. I could see his eyes moving under his lids. His breathing was deep and even. His left arm was wrapped around me, clutching me to his chest. I closed my eyes and listened to the steady drumming of his heart beating under my ear.

I turned my head toward the window and realized it was getting close to dawn. A new day was about to start. I got the idea in my head that I wanted to watch the sunrise and I wanted to watch it with Eric. I wanted my new day- my new chapter- to start with him. So I did everything I could think of to wake him up. I whispered dirty things in his ear, thinking that would get him where calling his name didn’t. I rubbed up against him but he only held me tighter. It took a few different attempts before I was finally able to rouse him, and what did he tell me?

“We sleep in on Saturday.” I hadn’t realized he was a crabby morning person, but maybe that only applied to weekends. The rest of he week he was anxious to get out of bed and go for his run before school started.

There was a part of me that said I was crazy for even considering getting out of bed, but for whatever crazy reason it was really important to me to go out back and watch the sun come up. It took a lot of coaxing and promising of sexual acts to be named later to get Eric out of bed. He reluctantly followed me downstairs, obliging what I’m sure he considered to be a silly whim. I doubt he felt like it was so silly when we started fooling around on that chaise lounge. I know he didn’t think it was silly when we went back inside a little while later and had more amazing sex.

By the time I woke up for the day I was starving. I didn’t know how Eric’s stomach wasn’t waking him up. Still, he didn’t want to get out of bed. We had all weekend to be silly and naked with each other. If we were going to keep up with that, we’d need food. So downstairs we went to the kitchen. I got the coffee going and started Eric on cracking eggs for me so I could make a fritatta with bacon, vegetables and cheese. My phone rang and I was beyond disappointed to see that it was Quinn calling. I wasn’t really in the mood to talk to him but I wanted to tell him that he needed to stop calling me.

I apologized to Eric for taking the call, but went outside to do so. I saw him watching me from the kitchen window out of the corner of my eye as I walked to the edge of the deck. I flipped my phone open just before the call could go to voicemail. The sooner I could settle this mess with Quinn, the better off I’d be.

“Hello, Quinn.” I didn’t care that I sounded irritated.

“Did I wake you?” Quinn was used to me being an early riser on weekends. I always had chores and errands to run.

“No, you didn’t, but now’s not really a good time to talk.” I sighed.

“You got company? Amelia and Tray over for breakfast? I could stop by.” He suggested and I figured he was searching for a home cooked meal. He was going to have to keep looking.

“Nope, I haven’t seen them since yesterday afternoon, but I do have company.”

“That guy who was over the other morning?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.”

“He your boyfriend?”

“Quinn-”

“I miss you, Sookie. I miss you a lot. I know it’s going to sound stupid, but I didn’t realize just how much until I drove by your house the other day. I know I screwed things up, but-”

“There are no buts, Quinn. What we had is in the past. It’s over for us and I’m not interested in trying to work things out. You had your chance. I’m with Eric now, and I’m happy. Please don’t ruin that for me.” I said firmly, knowing that pleading would do me little good where Quinn was concerned.

“But babe,” I hated it when he called me that. He only used that particular pet name when he was trying to talk me into something he knew I didn’t want to do. “You know I love you. You know we were good together. I just wasn’t ready before for all the things you wanted.”

“And what’s changed, Quinn? You’re still building your business. You’ve still got your family to take care of. I get it, okay? I don’t want to be another thing you add to your list of responsibilities. I want to mean more to you than just another thing to take care of.”

“You know that’s not how it is, Sookie.” He was getting angry with me.

“That’s the way it would always feel, Quinn, like you were with me because you thought you were doing me a favor. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m just fine, and I’m more than happy with my life right now.”

“You in love with this guy?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“So it’s just a sex thing then.” Quinn’s voice took on a nasty tone.

“You shut your nasty mouth, John!” I only called him by his first name when I was pissed off and he damn well knew he crossed a line. “You listen, and you listen good. You and me are done. We’re not getting back together. We’re not even going to be friends. You need to stop calling me and coming by because you’ve got some crazy notion in your head that I’m a damsel in distress that needs your protection. I can take care of myself just fine, and if I can’t, you would be the last person in the world I’d turn to. Whether or not I love my boyfriend isn’t any of your business. All you need to know is that we’re together and we would appreciate it if you left me alone. You got that, John?”

I heard him breathing heavy on his end and I knew he was every bit as angry as I was. When he didn’t answer me I asked him again if he understood what I was saying. I really didn’t want to have that conversation again in a few days. Quinn was notorious for hearing only the things he wanted to hear.

“I don’t like it, but I heard you.” He acknowledged.

“Good. Then I expect this is the last phone call to get from you. Goodbye, Quinn.” I didn’t wait for his response before I hung up.

I took a few deep breaths before going back into the house. Eric was trying not to look like he’d been watching me on the deck and I appreciated that he was giving me my space and not pouncing on me to explain what Quinn wanted. I grumbled and stomped around the kitchen for a minute or two before giving Eric an opening to ask what was wrong and he immediately took the bait, although he managed to maintain a casual tone about it.

I gave him the short version of the call since I didn’t see much point in quoting back the things Quinn had said. It would only piss Eric off more and I didn’t want the two of them to get into some stupid altercation if Quinn went back on his word and showed up at my house while Eric was here. To say things could get ugly would be an understatement of epic proportions. Eric and Quinn were about the same height, but Quinn was definitely heavier than Eric. I couldn’t say how they matched where strength was concerned, but my gut tipped in Quinn’s favor. Although, I was quite sure Eric would be more than capable of handling himself in a fight. Being bigger and stronger didn’t necessarily equal a victory. My brother was living proof of that. He’d gotten into fights with plenty of guys who were bigger or stronger than him, and he still managed to put their lights out.

When I mentioned that I’d told Quinn that my boyfriend and I didn’t want to be bothered by him anymore, I immediately noticed the way Eric perked up. We’d sort of had that talk on Tuesday night but hadn’t really come to any conclusions about where we were at in our relationship. I didn’t think he’d freak out or react badly to me calling him my boyfriend, but it was one thing for us to say it to each other. It was something different to tell others and I wasn’t sure if he was ready to go public with the information. Hell, I wasn’t really sure if I was yet.

Still, since I’d brought it up, we had to talk about it. Eric was more than okay with me calling him my boyfriend. And when I asked what he was going to call me, I sounded a bit more nervous than I wanted to. I hated that my feelings for him made me feel so vulnerable. The thought that he might change his mind or decide to walk out scared the hell out of me. He hadn’t given me any reason to think he might. If anything, he had every reason to think I was the one who was less than sure about where we stood. I needed to stop worrying and just go with the flow.

Eric looked like he wanted to tease me for being such a girl about the whole thing, and I was thankful when he didn’t. Instead, he picked me up and put me on the counter. He looked me in my eyes and said, “In case I haven’t made it abundantly clear to you, you are the most fascinating woman I have ever met. When I’m not around you, I want to be. You make me very happy and I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. I am very much in like with you, Miss Stackhouse.”

My heart was racing and I thought I was going to cry. I couldn’t help but smile and I didn’t want to go completely girlie on him and ruin the moment. I took a deep breath and got my shit together. He was smiling back at me when I opened my eyes, so I leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed me back and it felt really good to know we were on the same page. I got off the counter before we could go any further. I was still starving and there was plenty of time to get all handsy with one another later.

Things were going along just fine until I asked Eric to get me a baking dish from a high shelf. Normally I’d drag out my step stool and get it myself, but I figured Eric would be offended if I didn’t just ask him to do it. So of course, when I did, he teased that it would cost me. He gave me the single most predatory stare I’d ever been on the receiving end of, and I was happy when he put me back on the counter since my knees had gone a little shaky. We got to kissing again and we must have lost track of time because all of a sudden I could smell something burning and the smoke alarm was going off.

We pulled apart, both of us giggling. I hopped off the counter and went to go tend to the bacon while Eric got down my pan for me and then opened the windows and the back door. Once we got the smoke cleared out and the burned up bacon out of the pan, I started a new batch and put Eric in charge of dicing up veggies for the frittata. He went in search of my iPod and got it going. I loved that he liked listening to music while doing chores around the house. I preferred it greatly to news in the morning. I was an evening news sort of girl. I didn’t need to watch it three or four times a day, plus read the paper and get the headlines in my email. Sometimes it was nice to shut out the rest of the world and concentrate on what was right in front of me.

Eventually I got the eggs in the oven to bake. Eric and I were just sitting down with a cup of coffee- with me in his lap- when Amelia popped up at the back door. “Aren’t you glad you didn’t come down here naked?” I asked as Amelia breezed right in.

“Morning, kids.” If she’d heard me, she was choosing to ignore it. Not that it would take much to figure out what we’d been up to. Not only was I wearing Eric’s shirt, but I still had serious sex hair from the night before. Amelia smiled at me knowingly. “How was your night?”

Eric and I looked at one another and I said, “Phenomenal.”

Eric grinned at me and Amelia laughed before saying, “That’s good to hear.”

“I take it you and Tray worked things out?” As if the grin on her face didn’t give it all away. Amelia was rarely so chipper before noon on the weekends.

“For the moment, but you know we’ll have that same fight again in a month or two.”

I laughed and said, “Sometimes I think y’all fight just so you can makeup.”

Amelia wiggled her eyebrows and said, “And sometimes we do.”

After getting all the gossip out of me she was going to get with Eric around, she asked if she could borrow a couple of eggs. I got them for her and sent her on her way back to Tray. She went out the front door, promising she would ring the bell next time she came by just in case Eric and I were ‘busy’. I rolled my eyes at her and made sure I locked the door just in case. Amelia had a spare key for emergencies just like I had a key to her place, but I rarely ever had to use it. Amelia, on the other hand, had a very different idea of what constituted an emergency. We would need to go over that in the near future to prevent embarrassing situations from occurring.

Not long after that breakfast was ready. Eric and I talked while we ate, debating what to do with the rest of our weekend. He was strongly in favor of spending it in bed, but then remembered he’d told Pam that he would stop at the bar to sign some papers for her.

“It won’t take long. We could stop in there and then go back to my place. Pam took care of Jeter for me last night, but he’s going to need attention pretty soon.” Eric seemed almost hesitant to mention it.

“That’s fine with me. I’ll bring a change of clothes for work on Monday and I’ll just stay at your house, if that’s okay with you?” I suggested.

“That’s more than fine with me.” Eric smiled and then drained his coffee.

Things were going so well it was scary. It seemed almost too easy with us. We were both quick to compromise to make one another happy and I wondered how long that was going to last, since it couldn’t last forever. I wasn’t naïve enough to think we would agree on everything. A point would come when we wouldn’t, and I was curious as to how that was going to work out. When it came down to the flight or fight debate, I was more of a flyer than a fighter. It was obvious to me that Eric was the opposite. The good news for me was that he also seemed to be a very patient person.

After breakfast we cleaned up and loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher before heading back upstairs. I was too stuffed to even consider anything other than a nap or a shower. Personally, I wanted to save the shower for later, since I had a feeling we’d just get dirty again. Talking Eric into getting back into bed wasn’t at all difficult. I closed the blinds and climbed into bed beside him so that my back was to his chest. He pulled me close to him and in no time at all, we were both sound asleep.


When I woke up it was well after noon. I rolled over to find that Eric was already awake. “How long have you been up?”

“Not long.” He rolled us so I was underneath him.

“We should get in the shower.”

“We, huh?”

“If you’re not comfortable with that, I can wait. I wouldn’t want to crowd you.” I let my hands slip into the waistband of the back of his jeans.

I felt him smile against my lips, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “If my girlfriend wants us to shower together, who am I to decline such an offer?”

I giggled and then squeezed the very firm skin under my hands, earning me a growl and a nudge from the very noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans. “Well, if you insist.”

His lips met mine but didn’t stay for long. Instead he began to tug off the shirt I was wearing- his shirt- and tossed it on the floor. He slid further down the bed and settled himself between my legs. He used his mouth and fingers expertly to have me moaning and calling out his name until I felt like I couldn’t breathe. When my body stopped trembling, he slipped off my bed and took off his jeans. I expected him to dive on top of me again. Instead, he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. He got the water going for the shower and then leaned down to kiss me until the water was ready.

In no time flat we were under the warm spray, finishing what we’d started in the bedroom. I found myself up against the tile wall just as I had been a few days before, only this time Eric was holding me up much higher than before. My body stretched to take him, and he lowered me onto him slowly. Our eyes met, as they always seemed to do when we were that close to one another, and ever so slowly my hips began to rock against his. Eric took it slow until he was sure I was ready for more.

When he was, the pace increased and I did my best to keep up with him. I hated myself a little for comparing the two, but Eric was bigger than Quinn when it came to one size in particular. Quinn was above average, from all I’d heard on the subject, but Eric… well, Eric was bigger. He also seemed to have a better idea of what he was doing. Quinn was okay, but he wasn’t always so concerned with whether I was enjoying myself as he should have been. Towards the end of our relationship we weren’t having sex anymore and I can’t really say that I missed it all that much. Then I met Eric and a week seemed like it’s stretched on for years. Amazing how that happens.

I also knew that if we didn’t slow down the frequency just a little, I was going to end up really sore. Before Eric, it had been almost nine months since the last time I’d had sex. My hormones wanted to get all they could but I knew my body was going to start filing complaints really soon, and if I ignored them, it would wage a full on protest against me. I wasn’t looking forward to that one bit. But I pushed those thoughts away, resigning myself to enjoy the benefit of Eric’s many skills while I could.

When my eyes went in search of Eric’s, I found they were looking down to see where we were joined. I squeezed my muscles tight around him and his head snapped up. His knees went just a little weak and he groaned loudly in reward.

“Sookie,” He leaned against me and my arms went around his neck. I loved hearing my name from his lips like that so I squeezed again, getting another groan and a warning. “Sookie, you’re not going to get to finish if you keep that up.”

“Oh, I think I will.” I whispered in his ear, rolling my hips against his and then squeezing him a third time.

His thrusts got harder and faster. With a slight shift of my hips he was hitting a new place inside me that had my back arching and my voice calling out to him on its own accord. Then I was squeezing him involuntarily and twice as hard. My fingers went tight around the back of his neck, holding him tightly to me as my orgasm unleashed itself. My legs started to go weak, and Eric held them tighter. Just a few more hard thrusts and he was falling with me. He turned as around quickly and leaned against the wall so the water was hitting my back. How I was going to stand up and wash myself off after that, I had no idea.

Slowly, he let my legs down and I stayed there leaned against him while we caught our breath. His fingers laced with mine and I snuggled against his chest. One thing was for sure, I never felt anything like that before. It was amazing. He was a amazing. I didn’t want it to end, and it occurred to me that it didn’t have to. Well, theoretically it didn’t. Physically, I had to reign it back or I’d end up on the disabled list. I giggled at the use of a sports analogy in my head.

“What are you laughing at?” Eric’s hands slid down my body, making me squirm a little against him.

“I was just thinking about how much I would love to go another round with you, but I’d better pace myself before I end up on the disabled list.” I looked up to see his expression and he laughed right along with me.

“Disabled list, huh?” I nodded and he bent to kiss me.

After a few minutes I pulled back and said, “We better get washed up before the hot water goes.”

He reluctantly agreed, although that didn’t stop him from dropping the soap more than once. He was sneaky, I’d give him that. After the longest shower of my life I dried off and went to my closet to figure out what to wear. I knew we were going to the bar so he could take care of some business but we hadn’t made plans for afterward.

“What are we doing tonight?” I asked over my shoulder. Eric was still wrapped in his towel and standing in front of my bed, watching me as I debated over what to wear. His eyebrows danced and he wore a lopsided grin that made me roll my eyes. “I didn’t mean that, Eric.”

“I hadn’t really thought about it. I figured we’d make dinner and then do whatever we feel like doing. I’ve got a few ideas, of course.”

“Of course.” I couldn’t stop the smirk that appeared on my face.

“You don’t need to dress up, if that’s what you’re asking.” Eric dropped his towel unceremoniously and I had to look the other way or I’d jump him. “You’re blushing, aren’t you?” He was teasing me. Jerk.

“You don’t know me.” I sassed him and he just laughed. Double jerk. He was right, of course. While I liked that he was starting to know me well, there was also a part of me that was irked by it. It seemed too fast for him to be able to read me like he did. Was I really that obvious, or was he just really perceptive?

“Oh, I think I do,” his arms snaked around my waist, pulling my back to his chest. “I bet you’re biting your bottom lip right now, aren’t you?”

I was. Damn him. “Eric, I need to get dressed.”

“No, you don’t.” My towel just happened to fall at that moment and we were naked again and ready to go.

What the hell was wrong with me? I’d never felt like this about Quinn. I’d never had that feeling where I just had to have him all the time. It was never this rush of emotion and need that completely consumed me, demanding to be sated only to rise again a short time later. I can honestly say there was only one time I’d jumped him in our whole relationship and it was after some stupid fight we’d had after we’d been dating for two years. My brain wanted to rationalize the attraction I felt to the man that was very obviously just as attracted to me and had no problem letting me feel it.

I fought my way out of the haze that was starting to envelope me, thanks to the wet kisses being trailed on my neck, and managed to escape Eric’s grasp. “We have to go meet Pam, remember?”

The mention of Pam’s name seemed to do wonders and Eric came back to reality. He didn’t look happy about it, but he got dressed and waited for me while I did the same. I felt bad that he was going home on the same clothes as the ones he’d been wearing the day before, especially since I’d been wearing his shirt for the better part of the day. Well, when I wasn’t naked, anyway. I went back to the bathroom to blow dry my hair and put on just a little bit of makeup.

Eric went downstairs and made himself comfortable on the couch and was watching a baseball game when I got down there. His eyes immediately snapped to me when he realized I was in the room. He smiled approvingly at the outfit I’d chosen- jeans and an old Bon Temps football t-shirt that I’d had for as long as I could remember. I was carrying an overnight bag with clothes for the next two days. He didn’t know it, but I’d stuffed my red heels into the bag to surprise him later.

“You ready to go?” I asked him as I closed up the patio doors and made sure my windows were locked.

“Whenever you are.” He turned off the television and got up to follow me out of the house.

We agreed to meet at his house so he could drop off the Comet. I drove my own car since I would need to be able to take myself to work, and then home, on Monday. He’d offered to drive me, but I’d already decided that we would be spending the night in our own beds Monday night. I couldn’t let myself get into the habit of sleeping at his place every night. We needed to have some semblance of separate lives. Surely he had things at the bar that he’d been neglecting, just as I had been less involved in setting up the poms try outs than I usually was. Not to mention I got the feeling that Amelia was feeling a little neglected as well.

That, and it just didn’t seem healthy to be around each other all the time. We needed to come up for air once in a while, didn’t we? The problem was that my resolve seemed to take a nosedive whenever I was within five square miles of Eric. I’d never had so much trouble saying no in my whole life. Farewell, independence, you’ve served me well but now I’ve found a man who can rock my world like no other. Thanks for playing. Was I really one of those women? Was I really going to trade that in because of a few orgasms? Okay, so really, really good ones, but still… it just didn’t seem right.

By the time I got to Eric’s house my skin was crawling. I was split in half with my little Devil Sookie on one shoulder and Angel Sookie on the other. The Devil wanted nothing more than to get him in the house and jump his bones because it had been more than two hours since we’d touched each other. The Angel, however, wanted nothing more than to lay down some ground rules so that he didn’t think our relationship was going to turn into sexapalooza. Somewhere in my brain I realized I was going to need to find a balance between those two things. I just wasn’t used to feeling the way I did, and until I got comfortable with it, I was going to keep battling myself.

Jeter went crazy when Eric walked into the house. Poor thing had been by himself for almost twenty-four hours with the exception of the few minutes Pam had supposedly stopped by to let him out of the house. Dry dog food was spilled on the kitchen floor, suggesting she’d been there to feed him, at least, but Jeter looked starved for attention. He wasn’t at all happy with us when we brought him back in the house so we could head over to the bar.

“Poor guy.” I pouted on his behalf as Eric walked with me to the Corvette.

“He’ll get over it. Although we might get the cold shoulder from him later.” Eric warned me.

“Eric, I meant what I said about you bringing him with to my house. I don’t mind. I just never had a dog myself because Quinn and dogs don’t mix. He was always more of a cat person.” I explained before getting into the car.

Then I tried to picture Jeter riding shotgun in Eric’s car and I couldn’t hold back the giggles. Eric asked what I was laughing at but I just shook it off. We pulled up to the bar a few minutes later. It was still relatively early on Saturday afternoon. A few staff members were inside getting set up for the night. The radio was on, tuned to the local top 40 station. Pam was at the bar with her ledger and a few other stacks of paper spread out around her.

“Let’s get this over with.” Eric said by way of greeting and I slugged him for it.

“Ha! I bet Sookie says the same thing before you have sex with her.” Pam got him right back. Bah-zing!

I blushed and giggled at the same time, earning me a taste of the glare he was offering Pam. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Fucking right I would.” Pam leveled me with one of her smoldering looks she’d been giving Amelia the first night I’d gone into the bar and I felt myself reaching for Eric’s hand, which of course, had him laughing. Jerk.

“So where’s the shit, Pam?” Eric began to paw through her piles of paper.

The dynamic of their friendship was one I was going to have to get used to. Amelia and I certainly didn’t address each other that way. They reminded me of Jason and Hoyt. It was like being a fly on the wall of a frat house. I stood back, completely amused by the way they interacted with one another. While Amelia and I used abbreviations of each other’s name as nicknames, Eric and Pam had certainly chosen more colorful words. Eric was partial to calling Pam “ball buster”- and more than once- “bitchface”. Cute. Pam, on the other hand, preferred more surly and snarky nicknames that were dripping with sarcasm. She called him a vampire and “Master”. It was hard to believe the two of them even liked each other with the way they talked, but I knew they loved each other in their own weird way.

“How’s attendance been?” Eric asked while looking over a proposal that had been submitted by a contractor.

Eric explained to me that Pam was considering expanding the business, but Eric was leery of putting more money into the bar so soon. While it was true they were doing well and their numbers were holding, he didn’t want to take on too much too soon. I knew that feeling all too well. I looked around the bar and really took in the details. I don’t know how I’d missed it my first time there, but there was a stage set up against the wall they were talking about taking down to expand the bar. A crazy idea popped into my head and when Pam mentioned how dead it was on Tuesday nights, I couldn’t stop myself from speaking up.

“I know this isn’t any of my business, but have you ever thought of having an under-age night?” I asked suddenly, earning surprised looks from Pam and Eric. “It’s just that there isn’t a whole lot for the kids in the area to do and having someplace to hang out that isn’t the woods with alcohol swiped from their parents’ liquor cabinet would be a good thing.”

Pam looked at me like I had three heads while Eric’s eyes were lighting up. He started to pontificate about all the things they could do to expand their business a little, but Pam shook her head vehemently.

“Eric, no. I do not want some snot nosed teenagers running around my bar trying to talk the bartenders into slipping them a little something.” Pam argued.

“Pam, Felicia isn’t stupid enough to serve minors. Besides, you’d be here the whole time watching them like a hawk. You can be a scary bitch when you want to be.” That was Eric’s idea of praise. The scary part was that it made Pam smile.

“While I appreciate your confidence in me, Master, I’m not sure it’s a good idea. I don’t want to run a nightclub for kiddies.” Pam sneered. The idea of Pam being maternal to anyone made me laugh, and I didn’t even really know her well enough to know if she had those sorts of instincts. My guess was probably not.

“You could have a battle of the bands.” I suggested, unable to keep my mouth shut. Pam was looking more and more annoyed with me, while Eric looked like he wanted to kiss me. “Eric and I have access to a lot of kids with talent, Pam.”

Pam snorted and said, “You want to be a promoter for my bar?”

My eyes drifted to Eric’s and he looked like he’d just struck gold. Shit. What had me and my big mouth just gotten me into? I was kicking myself for saying anything at all. I should have just waited until we were out of the bar and told Eric my thoughts when we got back to his house.

“She’d be great. She knows the kids and the town. She’s got amazing taste in music,” Eric winked at me. Damn Nirvana t-shirt. “And this idea might help keep up attendance. Besides, even if these kids can’t drink now, they’ll be able to sooner or later.”

That wasn’t quite what I’d been thinking when I mentioned the idea of an under-age night, but I understood it from Eric’s perspective. Pam seemed to catch on to it, too, and before long she was starting to come around. By the time Eric and I were leaving the bar, Pam had tasked me with the job of rounding up a bunch of bands that might be interested in playing at the bar. I reminded her that they would have to open earlier on Tuesday to accommodate an under-age crowd since there was the town curfew to consider. Pam waved all that off dismissively. She had ideas in her head, as Eric explained, and she would leave it to him to sweat the small stuff.

No sooner were we back at Eric’s house than I was being tugged back toward the bedroom. As predicted, it seemed Jeter was giving us the cold shoulder. “Eric, we should get started on dinner.” I tried to fight him off. Useless. Completely and totally useless.

“We will.” He promised before slamming his bedroom door and pushing me up against it. “But right now all I want is to hear you scream my name.”

Cocky bastard. “Yes, Master.” I teased, earning me a growl.

Still, he got what he wanted. Twice.

 

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