This story has been inspired by Bared to You and Fifty Shades of Grey. Disclaimer: I do not own Damon even though I would love to. This story is only for amusement purposes.
Paving my way through the narrow stairs of the subway leading to the Financial District, a sight that is distinctly New York greeted me. A plethora of yellow cabs dotting the roads, lumbering garbage trucks navigating the one-way streets, impatient people dressed sharply gracing the streets, smoking pot holes and of course the skyscrapers. The smell of cart food mixed with the fumes of the cars wafted in the air. The sensory input is always astonishing but like every other New Yorker I had learnt to cruise right through it all.
Today is my first day at Saltzman Publishing, my first taste of the real world as they call it. As a fresh college graduate, I have no idea what would be waiting for me. I was growing increasingly anxious and my palms were sweaty. Switching my heavy black tote bag to my left shoulder, I try to balance in my black pumps simultaneously maintaining a fast pace. Damn these heels. Wanting to make the best impression I was wearing a simple sheath dress. My long brunette hair was left open, billowing in the sticky August wind. I look or at least I think I look as the other professional women skirting their way to their offices.
A few minutes later, I arrive at my destination: Salvatore Industries. The glass building that disappears into the sky is intimidating to say the least. On the other side of the revolving doors, the interior is just as exquisite; dark marble floors and brushed aluminum security desk and turnstiles. Flashing my I.D card at the two heavily built bald security men; I make my way to the bank of elevators.
Twenty floors later, a glass double door entrance accosts me to the reception area. A blonde woman with the brightest blue eyes, wearing a cranberry colored blouse smiles widely at me from behind her desk, appeasing some of my anxiety.
"I am Elena Gilbert." I use a professional tone.
"Of course! Alaric told me all about you. I am Caroline", she chirps, "Just go down the left hallway to the first door, Alaric is waiting for you."
Giving her a small smile, I walk down the narrow hallway. There are only two rooms. I let out one huge breath before I open the first one, stumbling headfirst into the office, landing on my knees and hands.
Damn my clumsiness. Through the curtain that my hair had formed on my face I see a strong hand with long fingers stretched out. I carefully place my hand feeling an odd exhilarating shiver run through me.
My eyes graze his sleek black pants and a crisp white shirt whose top two buttons were left open. Sculpted. As perfect as his body appeared, it isn't until I reach his face that I go down for the count.
Wow. Just wow.
His jaw was spectacular. His face was framed by inky messy hair. His thin lips were smirking and his eyes were cerulean blue. Ocean blue.
Mr. Tall and Handsome pulls me up with ease and grace. His eyes boring into me and I cannot not for the love of god look away. I breathe him in, his body wash, cologne, all so sinful.
A blush creeps over me as he releases me. How lovely to make a fool in front of this godly creature. His eyes shining with mischief alluding confidence and power were still fixed on me.
"Thank…You." I manage to stutter in a small voice.
Smirking at me, he winked before turning around to face the dark brown haired man, my boss to be precise whom I had completely forgotten about. Good going.
"Later, Ric." His voice smooth, velvety and cultured. Clicking his black shiny heels on the marble floor he passes by me, never once looking back, leaving like the hurricane stirring inside me.
Alaric had been warm and welcoming. He was trim and fit and carried himself with a poise that inspired trust and respect. He showed me my cubicle and left me with a few scripts that he wanted summarized. My love affair with books had led me to major in writing. This was my forte. I can do this. I high five inwardly. Booting up my laptop, I begin pulling out the items had brought to personalize my space. One of them was a framed collage of my parents and my brother at our lake house, and another one with my friends at a bar when I had reached the landmark 21.
The next time I look up the neon green numbers on the table clock read 1:00. Placing my laptop in my bag I walk to the reception.
"Caroline, want to grab…"
I am cut off by the shrill of her telephone that is perched on her crescent shaped white table.
"Yes, she is here. I'll just send her up."
"So Mr. Salvatore wants to see you. Just take the elevator up to the 35th floor."
What? Who is this Mr. Salvatore and why does he want to see me?
I try to fight all thoughts that are plaguing my mind but to no vain. The ding of the elevator alerts me and I step into the car, impatiently pressing number 35 twice that stood alone, hovering above all the others. I step out flustered to a smoky glass security entrance that was sandblasted with Salvatore Industries in big masculine font. Two pesky blonde women sitting behind a huge mahogany desk fitted with iMacs eye me from head to toe.
"Elena Gilbert " is all I manage under their scrutiny.
The ginger frowns picking up the phone with her long manicured hand. "Mr. Salvatore, Elena Gilbert."
"Yes sir."
She points to door across the huge glass conference room and I make my way.
I brace myself for whoever is behind it and push the slight ajar door. The New York skyline that can be viewed from the floor to ceiling momentarily paralyzes me. I take in the huge room decorated with mahogany furniture. Beautiful mosaic paintings hang on the left wall. The same side has an L-shaped black leather sofa and a coffee table. A slight shriek of a chair breaks me out of my reverie causing my eyes to lock with his.
The same perfect white skin. The same blue eyes. This was Mr. Salvatore? Mr. Tall and Handsome?
"Miss Gilbert, take a seat." He gestures to the two huge chairs across his table.
I comply, stunned into silence. This is all so…foreign. I am not sure what I am supposed to say or how I am supposed to act. Why am I even here? I nervously tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
He cocks his head to one side regarding me intently "How is your first day coming along?" How the hell does he know it's my first day?
"Apart from the entrance I made, I would say it has been pretty good so far", I reply coolly even though I am anything but.
He smirks once again not saying anything.
The intercom sitting on his neat table beeps breaking the awkward silence.
A black tall bald man clad in a fitted black suit enters stiffly. Walking towards the coffee table, he places down a brown bag that had the words 'Becco' printed in bright orange. Retrieving a black tray from underneath the coffee table he takes out the two food containers from the brown bag and leaves them on it. I watch him with immense interest. He almost seems mechanical.
"Will that be all, Sir?" he questions.
"Yes, you can leave now Lucas." Aye, aye sir. So curt, so mysterious.
Before I can analyze him any further, Mr. Tall and Handsome saunters out of his chair with a grace of Cheshire cat. Turning my chair to face him standing, he holds out his hand. Before I can reason with myself, my hand finds his. As soon as his supple fingers lock with my sweaty ones an unfamiliar feeling erupts in my stomach. He was blinding me and all sense of logic seemed to have deserted me.
Walking me to the plush leather sofa he sits extremely close to me, invading my personal space, my thoughts, even the air I was breathing. He was plague.
"I thought we could talk over food."
About? I didn't even know his first name. "So is this a welcoming ritual for all the new employees, Mr. Salvatore?"
He deftly opens up the food containers, filling my nostrils with the mouthwatering smell of pasta.
"No" he replies simply as he hands me a plastic fork placing one container in front of me.
Why me then? Before I can voice my thoughts, he shoves my fork full of linguine rolled around it in my mouth that had been floating mid air.
I moan as the flavors burst on my tongue and open my eyes to look at Mr. Tall and Handsome, his eyes dilated and darker. His index finger swipes the corner of my mouth gently and he brings it to his, sucking hard.
"Hmm…delicious."
I quickly dart my eyes to my food, my heart throbbing. His all-knowing smirk resting on him. He seemed so sure of himself, emitting a sense of danger, one I was unsure of walking into.
"Mr. Salvatore why am I actually here?" I ask bravely still looking away. "I don't even know your name." He was affecting me in a way no one ever had.
"Eager Elena?" he rolls my name seductively, " You'll find out soon enough. Damon, Damon is my name. So tell me about yourself" he adds changing the subject.
I shrug. "Writing major from NYU. Lead a normal life, nothing too interesting."
"Hobbies? Parents? Boyfriend?" He prompts.
"Well, I am not too comfortable sharing personal information with strangers."
He narrows his eyes in a menacing manner causing me to squirm and sneers, "Well, you are certainly comfortable with having lunch with them."
I swallow thickly, he's right. I have no semblance of thought when it comes to you, Mr. Tall and Handsome. Cleaning his mouth with a brown paper napkin, he throws it on the empty cardboard food container. He cocks his head and looks at me with a new glint in his eyes that scares me.
"Now to why you are here Miss Gilbert, I want to fuck you."
So my first ever chapter. Tell me what you guys think. I would love reviews/ideas. I also need a BETA.
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