A/N: I do not own any of the characters. This is a story of fiction and in no way reflects anything of real
life. Especially with regards to escorting. The way in which I talk about it in this story does not
mean it is like that in real life. The main point being I have no idea how it is being an escort or how
the business works so I've created my own fictional version thereof.

Chapter 1

Her gaze rakes across the expanse of the room, taking in her surroundings. She's seated on a blood red sofa that matches the curtains and that is one of the few colours present in the room. The others are black and various shades of grey. Paintings dot the wall and across from her is a large fireplace wherein a fire is raging. In front of it lies a red shag carpet, bare, with no coffee table in sight. By all accounts it's dark and the word dangerous comes up in her mind.

Elena stands as she hears a masculine voice in the distance. He's not in the room yet, but close enough she summarizes by the loudness of his voice. She pulls her red tinted lips into a smile and rubs her hand down the front and back of her short body hugging emerald dress, removing the non-existent wrinkles. Strangely, she's nervous, which is a foreign feeling as she hasn't felt this way in a while. Not since the first few times she did this. She doesn't know if it's the room or his voice that is the cause, and before she can even contemplate one of the two she pushes them to the back of her mind. Don't be ridiculous, it's because this man is different. He's high-profile, a large leap from the rest and as her employer had so kindly reminded her, the person who without knowing will determine whether she still had a job in the morning. She sneers at the thought. To Tammi Escorts this client will determine whether they enter into the big leagues where more high-profile clients can be obtained.

She places her right hand on her hip. The other moving down to the hem of her dress, subtly rubbing the skin of her thighs, with the aim of getting his attention to her legs. She pulls her lips into a sultry smile and waits for him to enter the room. She hates this pose. It always makes her feel ridiculous and like a piece of meat, which she supposes she is, especially considering the line of work she's in. All girls at Tammi Escorts are thought how to pose and behave when first meeting a client, when with a client and when the "date" ends. The overriding rule being that the girls do exactly what the client wants. Sex included.

His voice is loud now as he rounds the corner and enters the room. Elena sucks in a quick breath… shocked at seeing the man standing before her. He's gorgeous. Much more attractive than any of the clients she's had thus far. Usually the agency provides the girls with a booklet that contains clients' pictures, superficial information and requests, but because she had to step in for another girl at the last minute she wasn't given one in order to prepare. The only piece of information she received was that his name was Damon Salvatore and that he was the CEO of a billion dollar development firm.

He hadn't noticed her when he entered, his eyes glued to the Blackberry in his hands whilst ironically talking to someone on another phone, which gives her a chance to admire him. So this is Damon Salvatore. He has black messy hair which reminds her of the feathers of a raven, and a slim slightly taller than her body. The muscles in his arms clearly visible and defined by his white dress shirt. He definitely works out and she could just imagine the hard planes of his stomach and her fingers running over them as he moves above her. Heat spreads through her body and in particular to her nether regions. Her eyes once again make their way to his head and once again she sucks in a breath as her eyes connect with his baby blue ones. A knowing, mocking and irritated look is present in them. Without missing a beat he continues his conversation, whilst she feels his eyes like a caress on her body. Admiration present in them. It puts her slightly on edge and if it was even possible made her body heat rise even more. "Listen I've got to go, but Davis, get him to sign those damn papers. I'm losing money and precious time adhering to his every whim. Pressure him if you have to. Just get it done!" Without saying goodbye he ends the call and turns away from her, making his way to a table containing bottles of alcohol.

Still not saying anything, she watches as he lifts the tumbler and pours the liquid into two glasses. She quickly tries to compose herself. Once again she forces the sultry smile onto her lips as she pushes her blonde hair behind her ear. She always wears a wig when she's working, never wanting a client to potentially notice her when she's not working or out and about doing everyday chores. He turns back to her and without saying anything hands her the glass. It's as if he is content to life in the silence and make her feel uncomfortable. "Hi, I'm Saphfire, you requested me" she says unable to take it anymore. Another thing she does to keep her identity hidden is use an alternative name, one far from her real one.

"I did not request you" comes the cool and clipped reply like a slap to her face, the heat in her body instantly cooling. His hard admiring eyes settle on her as he says this. "Rose, my meddling best-friend and secretary, who does not know her place and has a misplaced concern, requested you. I… did not request an escort." He reiterates before downing his drink. It's another slap to her face and her smile drops, the discomfort settling around her like a snug glove. Offended she does not know what to say, so she stays quiet, whilst her mind conjures up words such as asshole and prick. Dislike for him instantly welling up. She watches as he puts on his tuxedo's jacket and walks to the front door. Unsure of what to do she remains rooted. "You might as well come with seeing as you're here and dressed already" he says as he pulls open the front door and walks out without a backward glance. She looks down at the glass in her hands. "What. The. Fuck." she mutters before downing the alcohol and following after him, unbelieving of the progression of the evening thus far. This was going to be terrible she thinks, and it was just the start of the night.

A/N: Review and let me know what you think. It'll be a while before I upload again. I am still writing it and just want to see if there is an interest for it before i continue.