When you came in the air went out

A sharp tongue can cut your own throat

It wasn't unusual that Eric interrupted my work by strolling in unannounced. What was unusual was that I was in his office at Fangtasia, and that I was working behind his desk.

I was there because I was frustrated. I know; no change there really.

It had been two weeks since I had been attacked by Rene, and then healed by Eric, and nothing had really changed.

That was frustrating.

I had accepted Eric's job offer but was still unsure exactly what my role was. He made me think that I would be taking some responsibility from Pam, but she was still very much present around the bar. I seemed to be 'paperwork girl', either remaining in the office or, as was increasingly the case, waking up to find parcels of invoices and purchase orders and other tasks on the door mat waiting for my attention.

Maybe I was being paranoid but I was getting the distinct feeling that I was being kept at home.

Not that that was a bad thing, now that I had my own place. Well, sort of. It was that funny house where Eric had left me to recover from a particularly large dose of vampire blood. The place was more homely with furniture in there. I even had a bed now, in the biggest of the bedrooms, and Eric had gotten all my clothes and belongings from Pam's house, so it was pretty close to feeling like 'my place'.

Except Eric could walk in and out whenever he felt like it.

He had also given me some stipulations regarding decorating but nothing that I couldn't get over; no building work, any changes to the big fittings like the bath or kitchen etc. had to go through him, and he chose any workmen I needed. The one thing he did say that I wasn't 100% happy with was that the largest reception room had to be made out to receive visitors. Vampire visitors. The rest of the house I could decorate in any way that suited me, but this room was for business.

I had left that room until last. It currently had one large black leather sofa (I saw it and it screamed Eric) and a low coffee table. I currently used it as my office.

Working away from the bar meant that my main point of contact was Eric. If I didn't see him, he called me. It was always business to start, but always drifted into flirting. Was it wrong that his voice was just as sexy on the phone? And yes it did give me ideas of doing bad things while he couldn't see, but I always thought 'what if he could see?'. I really wouldn't put it past him to be outside while talking to me, just on the off chance the mood would take me and he would get a front row seat.

But then my mind was still full of those kind of thoughts. I blamed Eric's blood.

For the most part.

Ok, half and half.

I am a red blooded, heterosexual woman after all.

That was another of my frustrations.

I knew the effects wouldn't last forever, but seriously, when would the dreams stop? Sometimes they were just flashes and blurs, other times it was as though it was real life. Either way, the sensations were the same, as well as the outcome. It had been almost four months since I had had sex but now I was dreaming about it on a nightly basis and, to ,my utter mortification, the arsehole was making me cum in my dreams.

He had healed me after my attack from Rene, which I did appreciate, but he didn't tell me the affects his blood would have on me i.e. hotter than hot dreams and even more of an attraction to him, or the fact that he would be able to feel my emotions and find me where ever I was. I had found these out from Bill but had decided to keep my knowledge to myself, at least around Eric. I thought it was quite telling that he didn't give me all the information. To be honest it just made me even more resolute to show almost no change in behaviour around him. No lingering looks, no more sexy clothes around him. In fact, I made an effort to not get dressed up around him.