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"Can I get you something to drink?" Startled out of my daydream by the perky flight attendant, it took me a minute to snap out of my thoughts. I was in such a fog that I couldn't be sure if I had just woken, and the last week was a dream, or if it was really an unforgettable memory.

"I'll have a vodka cranberry and she'll have a merlot. You'll have to excuse her, she's spent the last week fucking her brains out with a gorgeous stranger and can't seem to snap out of it." Caroline smiled to the appalled flight attendant, a pleasant looking mid-forties woman who was wearing way too many pins on her bulging uniform. From the look on her face, I was sure the flight attendant wasn't used to a raunchy mouth like Caroline in first class. I looked around and saw most of the other passengers looked well-bred and refined, more like they were dressed for an uppity tennis match than a twelve hour flight from Honolulu to New York. Caroline would have stood out, even if she didn't have a mouth like a truck driver.

Caroline Forbes had been my best friend since the third grade. We became kindred spirits on our first day in ballet, when we realized that we could twirl and dance in natural harmony together as well as two flamingos flailing about. Twenty years later, our lives had taken us down very different paths, but it never dulled our bond.

Aside from being the same age, we had nothing in common on the outside anymore. Caroline looked like she just walked out of a rock band, with her wild, blonde, thick curly hair falling around her alabaster skin and black tight fitting clothes coupled with five inch laced up leather boots. If her voluptuous curves straining her tight clothes weren't enough to catch an eye as she passed by, the hundred or so bracelets she wore half way up her arms actually played a sweet jingle as she moved.

I, on the other hand, had a penchant for subtle and all things vintage. My long, thick, brown, straight hair blended perfectly with my tanned olive skin. My dad used to tell me that I was special because I bound together my mom's Bulgarian ancestry with his Italian heritage. But, as I suspected most kids did in their teens at some point, I wanted to look like someone else. It took me until I was in my late teens to stop fighting my looks and to learn to play them up.

The flight attendant brought us our drinks and scurried away with a hesitant smile. It was obvious that she was trying to avoid hearing any more about our vacation, which Caroline would have surely divulged, if given the opportunity.

Caroline enjoyed shocking uptight people with her crass mouth, watching them squirm was a sport for her.

Caroline raised her glass to me in a toast. "To the best damn honeymoon, I've ever been on." I laughed and shook my head as we clinked glasses and both tipped our heads back to drink.

One week earlier.

A full day of sun after we landed left me exhausted. I must not have been thinking straight when I booked a direct overnight flight from New York to Honolulu.

Did I really think that I would land at 8am and feel fresh and relaxed, ready to take on the first day of my honeymoon? A two hour nap on the beach did nothing to shake off my jetlag, and by 8pm, as I was getting ready for a night out with Caroline, I had started to wonder what I got myself into.

We arrived at the resort's Japanese restaurant and I silently reminded myself that I needed to eat, even though I was not very hungry at all. The last time I had went out drinking with Caroline without eating, Stefan had to carry me up the stairs, when I passed out face down on the floor in the kitchen. Hating that thoughts of Stefan still uncontrollably filled my memory, I took a deep breath and pushed all thoughts of him out of my head, determined not to let him ruin our honeymoon even more than he already had.

After we ordered, a pretty waitress wearing a traditional red kimono delivered us drinks served in coconuts with cute little purple umbrellas. "Thank you, but we didn't order those." I said as she started to put the drinks in front of us. The waitress smiled at me and silently pointed to the other end of the restaurant where I saw a table of a dozen men, one of which was holding up a drink and smiling.

Caroline smiled and took one of the drinks and held it up, offering cheers back to the smiling man. Even thought he was across the room, I could see he was handsome and had a damn sexy smile. My eyes scanned the table he was sitting at, and I almost gasped at what I took in. Damn, they were all handsome, one better looking than the other. They looked like they could have been traveling for a rugby tournament, or a Calvin Klein underwear photo shoot perhaps. I was grateful for my tan skin at that moment, so no one would see me blush.

Caroline clinked her glass to mine and said loud enough for the table next to us to hear "Remember, we should do lots of fucking on our honeymoon baby!" I choked on my drink before we laughed together like we were back in third grade.

Our dinner was just being served when I saw the boys club began to make their way out of the restaurant. Apparently, I wasn't the only one to notice their departure; they seemed to have the attention of half the restaurant. The eye-catching group attracted a lot of attention by being rowdy, handsome and drinking a lot. The smiling man that had sent over our drinks stopped by our table with two of his friends on their way out. "I hope you ladies are coming down to the bonfire tonight that the resort is throwing." His dimpled smile made his face even more handsome.

"We are." Caroline raised her eyebrows and smiled up at the man. "And thank you for the drinks, they were delicious." Her response was more of a purr than a statement. I had forgotten how good at flirting she was, it was second nature and she had the ability to make anything sound teasing. I was pretty sure she could ask a man walking by for the time and he would think she wanted to sleep with him.

"You're very welcome. You know, this may sound like a bad pick up line, but you look so familiar." His brows creased and I could see the wheels in motion, as he tried to place the face.

"Maybe we can figure out where you know me from, at the bonfire later?" Caroline raised one eyebrow provocatively.

"Sounds like a good plan to me. " He smiled and I watched his eyes slowly drift over Caroline. But his attention was quickly called away by the rest of the boys club that were making a ruckus near the door. "I better go before the jackasses get themselves kicked out. I'll be looking for you ladies later."

After Caroline's brief time as a model for a famous lingerie line, people always though she looked familiar. Five years ago she traveled to Paris to model in a huge fashion show, then she quit up due to family problems. Apparently her dad was sleeping with the mayor's husband and they couldn't get past it, but people still vaguely remembered Caroline's face. She really wasn't the type of woman that people easily could forget.

Caroline and I played together in an all-girl ballet show in Boston for five years. We did a lot of local shows and had a pretty good following. It didn't earn us enough money to survive, but we loved doing it and it worked for us for a while. By the time we decided to go our separate ways, I had already met Stefan and started pursing a degree in dance and began to grow content with my life. Caroline hadn't given up on her dream of being a model, so we parted ways when she took off for New York at 21 to join the lingerie line.

After that, we talked on the phone twice a week and I went to New York to visit her on most of my breaks from school.

There was definitely no love lost between her and Stefan, and he made it clear that he disapproved of her partying lifestyle and didn't like my frequent trips to New York. I sacrificed a lot for Stefan over the years, giving up a lot of who I was, but never let him come between Caroline and me. She was supposed to have been my maid of honor at our wedding last weekend.

Caroline watched as the boys club sauntered out of the restaurant and then turned to me. "Lena, I think you need to pick one of those boys and get a rebound screw under your belt. What better place to do it then in Hawaii?"

"I told you, I don't feel ready to start dating yet." We had already had that conversation on the plane on the way to Hawaii, and I suspected Caroline had given up much too easily to have put the subject behind us.

"Who said anything about dating?" She smiled at me. "Just pick one out, and have a great time. Don't think about it and don't over analyze it. Fuck it, don't even find out his name. Just have fun, Elena. That Stefan sucked the life out of my partner in crime and we are resurrecting her this week!"

I may not have been ready for a new guy, but I was definitely ready to go back to living my life and having fun. I responded to her speech with the only word that I knew would make her happy, other than agreeing with her. "Shots?" Caroline squealed in delight and hugged me as she called the waiter over to order our tequila shots.

We were halfway between tipsy and drunk as we made our way down to the bonfire. It was a beautiful night and torches lit a path through the sand down to the water's edge. A huge bonfire was burning and a Caribbean calypso band played a song on steel drums with an older gentleman singing. Waiters floated around delivering fruity cocktails and women wearing bikini tops and hoola skirts offered fresh flower leis.

I looked around and wasn't surprised to see that most of the partygoers were couples, after all the resort was a favored honeymoon destination. It made me sad to think I was supposed to be there with Stefan, relaxing after my wedding. Caroline picked up on the change in my mood and guided us to the large bar set up under the lights on the beach. "Two tequila shots please." Caroline's answer to every problem was always the same, tequila and a party.

We drank back our shots, licked the salt off of the back of our hands and sucked our limes in unison.

"Another round for the ladies and all my friends, please." The deep velvety voice immediately sent a shiver up my spine. I turned to trace the voice to the face and was met with the most startling blue eyes I had ever seen. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the man, but I gasped and felt goose bumps break out on my arms. The eyes smiled down at me and I was momentarily unable to break the gaze. I blinked, forcing my eyes to escape the hold, and slowly looked down and realized that the captivating blue eyes were attached to the most magnificent man I had ever seen, who was staring at me, watching me take him in. The corner of his perfect mouth turned up in a sexy half smile, and I knew he had just watched my body react to him. But he wasn't going to be a gentleman and pretend he didn't see it. Instead, he took a step closer into my personal space and I felt the heat radiate between us.

I turned back to the bartender to escape the intenseness of his glare and the bartender held out my next tequila shot. I twisted back around to thank the blue-eyed god, and nearly slammed right into his chest. He had not moved out of my personal space. Instead he stood his ground and looked down at me, slightly amused. I held up my shot. "Are you joining me?"

"I'd love to." He smiled, but had no shot in his hand. He arched an eyebrow with a sexy grin on his face and I got the feeling that he wasn't accepting an offer to have a shot together. I laughed and shook my head before throwing back yet another shot, salt and lime. My head buzzed, and I knew I should probably stop drinking at that point, but I was thousands of miles from home with Caroline and that surely wouldn't be happening.

Caroline grabbed my hand and pulled me from the bar, oblivious to the beautiful creature standing behind me.

"Come on; let's do one for old times sake." Only Caroline could talk a middle aged Calypso band singer into letting us sing at the resort's welcome bonfire, without knowing if we could even carry a tune. The last tequila shot went straight to my head and I was feeling no pain as I followed her to where the band was set up, anxious to sing with her. It had been years since we played together and I really did miss it.

Aside from dancing, Caroline and I had fond memories of us going to sing karaoke back when we used to be in ballet, and she was pretty good at it.

Caroline spoke to the band and we sang one of our all-time favorites, Shake Your Body, by the Jackson 5. It was a 70's boogie disco beat that people usually couldn't help but start to dance to. When we were done, people were applauding and dancing and the band asked us to do another song.

What else can follow up a classic Jackson song but the Wild Cherry 70s hit, Play That Funky Music? Of course, we did our own version of the song, but people danced and sang along nonetheless. Even though it had been years since we performed together, no one would have guessed it. We worked together effortless, and it had been that way since that very first time in third grade. By the time we were done, the tequila had hit us with its full effect and we both laughed our way back to the bar, stumbling just a slight bit.

The bartender stopped pouring drinks as we approached and clapped his hands slowly for us, to which we responded with overzealous bows and a curtsy.

He gave us each another shot of tequila on the house and we did our swallow, salt, lime routine in expert tandem.

The handsome guy that sent us drinks in the restaurant came over with a few of his friends.

"You ladies were amazing. That was incredible." He was smiling and it was obvious in his face that he was being sincere and it wasn't part of his pick up line.

"Thank you, it was so much fun!" Caroline responded and I smiled. We were both on a post-show high. It had been so long since I felt the familiar rush that I almost forgot what performing could do to me. We talked for a while and found out that the boys club wasn't actually in Hawaii for a rugby tournament or an underwear commercial shoot, they were there for a bachelor party.

"Wow, that's some bachelor party." I said to our new friend Tyler, the guy that bought us drinks in the restaurant.

"Yeah, the best man is loaded and is throwing the whole party. We have the penthouse for the week. Some of the guys are staying and others are going back in a few days. It's pretty sweet." I actually felt, rather than saw, the blue eyed man return. I was positive that he was standing right behind me, but I couldn't bring myself to turn around and check. "Speak of the devil." Tyler pointed behind me and I slowly turned, finding the blue-eyed god standing ridiculously close to my back staring down at me.

"Hi again." My words came out as a whisper. I could feel the heat radiating off his body and it was playing tricks on my brain that was swimming in tequila.

He looked down at me and smiled, but made no attempt to move. He was tall, probably a good eight inches taller than my 5'6 frame. His shoulders were broad and his dark green polo pulled slightly to contain his girth. His shirt fit his athletic frame as if it was made for him, and his jeans hung low on his narrow waist.

"Your voice is beautiful." His voice was deep and he spoke to me in low controlled words, even though we stood so close, surrounded by what I assumed were his friends.

"Thank you. So are you." Holy shit, did I just say that out loud? I was glad that we were outside so that he couldn't see my face turn red; I blushed so deeply at my words that not even my tan skin could conceal my embarrassment. I was thinking it, but I didn't mean to say it. Another dangerous side effect of the tequila shots.

He smiled and raised his eyebrows in surprise. I turned my back to him to allow myself to catch my breath. Tyler took it as an opportunity to offer to buy me a drink.

Just as I opened my mouth to respond, the blue eyed man responded for me. "No thanks, I've got her next round." I watched in shock as his friend took the hint and walked away smiling.

I whipped around and looked up at him, a bit unsteady on my feet from the tequila. He still hadn't moved and was standing in my personal space. It was almost a possessive stance, the way he hovered above me and made his size known. "What if I wanted him to buy me a drink?"

"You don't." He said in a low voice and straight face. Was he joking or being serious?

"How do you know what I want?" I could feel the tension between us rising.

Caroline walked over oblivious and interrupted our little heated exchange. She was still giddy from our singing and her smile and happiness brought back such great memories. "What are you two chatting about all quietly over here?" She hung one arm around my neck and I was pretty sure that she was using me to maintain her balance.

"I was just telling your friend how beautiful her voice is." He spoke to Caroline but his eyes never left me.

Caroline smiled. "Flattery will get you everywhere." She extended her hand.

"I'm Caroline."

The blue-eyed god took her hand in his and held it; I was relieved that his focus had finally left me. "Damon. Nice to meet you, Caroline." He quickly turned his eyes back to me. "And you are…"

Caroline quickly intervened, slightly slurring as she spoke. "Her name is Katia." I looked up at her like she was crazy and then she winked at me. She made no attempt to hide her blatant lie and I wasn't quite sure if it was because she was drunk or if she was playing a game. I knew that she was trying to subtly remind me of our earlier conversation at dinner, encouraging me to have a nameless, unattached fling. Of course, Caroline may have tried to do subtle, but her lack of experience at subtlety made her words and actions come across as glaringly direct.

"Katia, huh?" Damon looked at me suspiciously.

I smiled. "I guess so, Damon."

"What brings you to Honolulu, Katia?" He said with an emphasis on Katia, knowing full well it wasn't really my name.

"Well, I'm on my honeymoon, Damon!" I thought my answer was hysterical in my drunken state. Caroline must have too, considering she spit her drink out and almost choked on it, as she joined me in laughing at my statement.

For a split second, I thought Damon may have looked angry, but then he must have realized that we had been teasing. Caroline and I laughed our asses off, but Damon didn't seem to find our joke as funny as we did. When we finally regained control of our giggling, Caroline looked up at Damon, who was clearly waiting for an explanation, smiled, then turned and went back to Damon's friends.

I looked up at Damon and he was watching me, his face showed signs of his patience slipping. "It was supposed to be my honeymoon, but we broke up two months ago. The honeymoon was already paid for, so I decided to take Caroline and make it a vacation instead."

Damon smiled, apparently content with my answer. He reached forward to the bar to grab two bottles of water. His fingers brushed mine as he handed me one, sending an electric jolt that made me pull my hand back. I looked up at him confused.

He leaned down to my eye level and looked me straight in the eyes, briefly searching for something. "I felt it too."

A few hours later we were in the resort's bar partying with the bachelor party and had made some new friends. The bachelor, Alaric, turned out to be a nice guy, who apparently was totally whipped by his fiancé. He spent most of the night getting teased and harassed by his friends, most of who were all still single. Damon played host to the rowdy crowd and most of the staff seemed to have known him by name already.

Caroline was getting cozy with Tyler as the last of the bachelor party said goodnight, leaving just the four of us. The bartender told us he was getting ready to leave and asked Damon if he wanted the keys to lock up later. "Do you work here or something?" I asked confused as he accepted the keys.

"Or something." Damon smiled, but offered no more information. He walked around to the other side of the bar and reached down pulling out a bottle of water.

"Drink." Was all he said as he handed it to me?

"You're pretty bossy, aren't you?" I knew he was right, and I needed to drink water or I would regret it tomorrow, but he didn't offer it to me, he instructed me to drink it.

"Yes." He looked me directly in the eyes unapologetically and didn't waiver the entire time he opened his own bottle and drank from it.

His stare made me dizzy, but I wasn't going to back down. The arrogant ass was starting to affect me, and it was an odd combination of being pissed off and turned on at the same time. I held his stare as I opened my water bottle and drank from it.

Damon finally broke our heated gaze, and for a split second, I thought I had won our unspoken challenge. Then I watched him, as he slowly looked me up and down, his eyes taking their time as they wandered over my breasts and down my flat stomach. When he was done and had taken himself a good long look, his eyes returned to mine again. He didn't try to hide his visual assault; instead, he enjoyed me watching him do it. I felt a throb between my thighs and shifted my legs in response to it. He caught my body respond to him and gave me a sexy wicked smile with one eyebrow arched.

"Shit, I need to go to bed." I needed to get away from the mesmerizing man quickly before I did something stupid.

His wicked smile grew, but he didn't respond.

"Caroline, I'm going to go to bed, you coming?" I yelled to the other end of the bar where she was snuggled with Tyler.

"I'll meet you up there in a little bit, Elena."

Damon came around the bar and put his hand on the small of my back. I had to struggle to keep still, as his hand ignited my skin beneath his touch. "I'll walk you to your room." Damon tossed Tyler the keys.

His hand never left me as we walked and I wondered if he felt my skin burning underneath his big hand.

"So, Elena, or is it Katia, why did Caroline not want to tell me your real name?" Alcohol was like truth serum to me, insert a few shots and out comes everything you ever wanted to know.

"She had a crazy idea that I should have an anonymous fling while we are here to celebrate my newly found singleness."

"And why is that crazy?" His tone was flat and serious.

I actually thought about the question for a minute, and couldn't come up with an answer. "Umm, I'm not sure, I guess it isn't really that crazy, people do it all the time with one night stands."

He didn't say anything more as we entered the elevator. He stood close behind me, even though there was no one else in the car. I felt his warm breath on my neck and my body was sizzling from how close he was, he had to feel it too.

Stepping off the elevator to my floor, I was disappointed to lose his body next to mine. His hand returned to the small of my back as we made our way to the door of my room. "So it's all settled then." I was digging into my bag to find my key and looked up at him confused, sure I must have dazed out and missed some of our conversation. He continued, "I already know your name and know you have a great voice, so it can't be totally anonymity. How about if we limit each other to 10 personal questions, that way we don't get to know each other that well, and it will still be sort of anonymous."

My mouth dropped open at his suggestion.

I wasn't pretending to be shocked, I was shocked. "Are you saying you want to have sex with me this week and only get to ask and be asked 10 personal questions?"

"That's what I'm saying." His response was dead serious.

"You're crazy." I glared at him, my face confirming that I thought he was insane.

"I thought we just established that it wasn't crazy."

"I didn't say it was crazy, I said you're crazy." I emphasized the difference.

But Damon didn't respond to my ac-accusation with words. Instead, he reached down and lifted me up effortlessly, pinning me against the door to my room, wrapping my legs around his waist. His mouth aggressively covered mine and he licked my lips demanding them to open. Unconsciously, my lips parted and our tongues instantly collided in desperation. It wasn't a first kiss. It was THE first kiss. We held each other tight and his mouth devoured mine harshly with a raw need raging between us. His body pressed tightly against mine and every ounce of my body was electrified from head to toe. I felt his erection hard against my stomach and knew his body was as in tune to mine as mine was to his.

He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes.

We were both breathless and panting. "I felt it the first minute I looked at you. You felt it too."

I couldn't deny that he was right.

"Yes." The word came out breathless and throaty, it didn't even sound like my voice.

"You better unlock that door and deadbolt it quickly, before I stop being a gentleman and fuck you tonight even though you are drunk."

I bit my bottom lip and he slowly lowered me to my feet, our bodies pressed against each other intimately as I slid down from his waist.

He kissed me on the lips hard and pulled back to look at me. His beautiful blue eyes turned almost gray with intensity. "No drinking tomorrow." It was more of an order than a request.

I opened the door to my room and turned back to him as he stood in the doorway. I could tell that he was fighting hard to control himself.

"Okay." I whispered and then shut the door.

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