Chapter 1 - Cat Got Your Tongue

"Damon..Damon..hello man..."

"Huh, what?" Damon asked confused.

"Dude, your lucky it's me and not Mr. Jones. Where are you lost?"

"Oh, nothing man. Just been a busy day today."

"Ok well stop day dreaming and get to work. Here take this and go clean the windows. And try not to stare at you know who while you're at it. She's going to file a complaint sooner or later."

With that Tyler, Damon's co-worker wandered off. Damon was an employee at the Mystic Falls private golf club and since his first year of high school had worked there. It was only a couple of months now before Damon would graduate and he was so ready. Mystic Falls was a quiet town. Everyone knew everyone and very little happened. It was peaceful and had a nice town-sy effect, but Damon hated it. He felt congested. Even as a child his dream had been to get out of this town and go to the big city. Although some people found the closeness sweet and a great place to live, Damon wanted, no needed more. And his rocky relationship with his father made his decision to leave as soon as he graduated much easier.

Grabbing the cleaner Tyler gave him, he made his way to the windows. They were large and looked upon the freshly manicured lawns. Through the window Damon could see all the posh and high-class folks playing golf. Not that Damon had anything against these type of people, but more likely than not these people were stuck up, rude and thought much too highly of themselves than should be. Damon wasn't necessarily poor but he lived within his means and these people happened to get on his nerves a bit too much. Why he worked at a high-class golf club then was beyond him.

Deciding he'd better get to work he busied himself with washing the windows, but then he saw her. Straight, brown hair swished in the light wind as she made her way across the field. Wearing small white golf skorts that fit her like a glove and a tight, light blue polo she looked like a vision. She took Damon's breath away with every step. Damon didn't know what it was but every time he saw her he got this animalistic want that tore through his groin. He wanted to grab her and do things with her that she'd never even known were possible. As if sensing his naughty thoughts she strained her neck in his direction and they locked eyes. Her chocolate, doe eyes met with his darkening, blue gaze. Not being able to bear the sizzling heat Damon tore his gaze away from her. What was it about her that made Damon so hard?

Knowing if Damon didn't get started right away his job may be on the line, he focused as much as he could on making the windows sparkling. As he worked his way through them, his thoughts drifted to the first time he'd layer eyes on this gorgeous woman.

It had been last summer. An especially hot and sweaty day, Damon walked into the club and got into his uniform of black golf shorts and a white polo. He went to the kitchen and started setting the tables for the Sunday brunch. Damon was a good waiter. With his midnight black hair an ice blue eyes you could say he was a looker. Added with his sweet charm people loved him and he never failed to impress. The brunch would start at 10:00 am and he knew it was going to be packed. Damon decided to take a quick trip to the washroom before the chaos began. He did his business and was on his way back to the dining room when he heard some heavy breathing. His curiosity getting to him, Damon followed the sounds to a deserted hallway. He stood at the edge and peeked around the corner and caught sight of where the noises were coming from. A couple was making out and from the looks of it were getting into it. The man's back was to him and Damon saw he seemed to be a bit older maybe late twenties, with dark brown hair and a strong build. The woman though was beautiful and Damon could see why this man was getting so worked up from a simple kiss. She had dark brown hair that Damon could imagine running his hands through and a sexy figure from what he could see. He thought she was probably in her early twenties, maybe 22 or 23. Damon knew he should probably leave them to it but something held him in his place. Suddenly though the woman's eyes opened and locked onto him. Damon knew he was busted and was about to say sorry when he realized the man hadn't noticed. They were both making out heavily still, but why was she staring at him when she was with another man? He was about to leave but he was entranced. Her dark eyes captured him and he couldn't move. She ran her hands in the mans hair and suddenly Damon was in his place. Her lips were soft against his but she was no innocent. She took control of the kiss hungrily, biting on his lower lip and gaining access into his mouth. Their tongues molded together in a fight for dominance. His own hands travelled over her slim waist into her hair and he pulled her locks roughly. Her soft growl turned him on like nothing else and he moaned in response.

Shaking his head Damon shook himself out of his day-dream and realized he was still staring at the couple. Due to his dream Damon was exceptionally hard and feeling embarrassed looked down. He heard the man make a quite moan and looked back up catching her gaze again. She seemed to be smirking in his direction and Damon realized she probably noticed the tent growing in his shorts.

"Baby, I need you." the man said in a needy breath.

Her husky voice rang out making his blood go south. "Elijah, were not having sex here."

The man groaned and kissed her again. "Fine, but once we get back home, you're mine." Elijah stated roughly. He than smoothed out his expensive looking suit and walked off in the opposite direction. Damon suddenly had a feeling deep jealousy and wanted nothing more than to rip this Elijah's head off and take this sexy woman to his bed. Feeling stupid realizing this woman was highly out of his league and probably wouldn't look at him twice, he shook the thought out of his head.

The woman smiled in Damon's direction once Elijah had disappeared as if in on some private secret and started to saunter towards him. She stopped right in front of him and Damon was again speechless from her beauty. She slowly took her purse and placed it on the small table beside them and took out what seemed to be lip gloss. She pulled out a small hand-held mirror as well and handed it to Damon.

In her husky voice she said, "Do you mind holding that up?"

Not knowing what to say he nodded his head and held it. She slowly opened the gloss and carefully applied it to her swollen lips. Damon tried not to but as if magnetic his eyes moved towards her lips and he once again became aroused. Once she was done she closed the lip gloss and realizing he was still staring at her lips he moved his gaze back up to her eyes and saw she was once again smirking at him and he knew he was caught. Blushing profusely he contemplated whether to apologize for this and for his stalker-ish ways during her make out session with some man but decided against it. If she wanted she could have called him out on it, but she didn't. Holding his gaze for a few more seconds, her eyes drifted downwards to his crotch. His face becoming even more red he knew she must have noticed his growing erection and was about to call security, but she just smiled to herself again. Taking her mirror back and putting it and her lip gloss back in her purse she looked up at him again. She leaned towards him getting into his space and whispered in his ear, "Your fly is open by the way" and walked off. Damon thought he was going to convulse right there on the spot.

Coming back to reality, Damon finished the windows and went back to the kitchen. After that first encounter she never talked to him again but there gazes met countless times and Damon had jacked off more times in a year then in his whole life. She had come to the golf club many times that he now counted her as a regular and each time she came with a different man. Her public displays of affection with all of them, sometimes on the field and sometimes in the dining area made Damon want to puke, kick something or better yet whatever man had his tongue shoved down her throat and grab her and make her his. Each time he thought his brain was going to explode. And now and then he would catch her looking his way with her sly smirk in place as if knowing exactly what she did to him, as if she did it on purpose. He knew she was dangerous but sometimes he was a gluten for punishment.

Walking back out to start his waiter duties he made his way to the bar to see which tables were his. Looking over the schedule he saw he had tables 3,5,6 and 8. Looking out to the tables he saw a few families and thought his day was going to fly by easily but he spoke to soon. Entering the room he saw her and her catch of the day make their way to table 8 and he realized this day wa about to get a lot more interesting.

A/N: This is my second story so I hope you guys like it. I haven't finished my last one but I kind of lost inspiration..I still want to finish it so I'll get to that soon. It's called A Chance Encounter if anyone wants to give it a try.

Anyway about this story, I went to a golf club the other day and this sorta just hit me..To clear a few things up Damon is youger then ELena in this and I know right now it feels like Elena is more like Katherine with her smirks and stuff but we'll learn more about her and you'll see why she isn't Katherine. I also made Damon more innocent and sweet than he is in the show and as I said above Elena is more confident and the player. I just have read so many stories about how Damon the player and Elena wants him that I decided to switch things up a bit!

So anyways hope you all like it! Please REVIEW and tell me how you liked it and come back next chapter to see what happens :)

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