{~Elena's POV~}
I left work around 4.30 that afternoon to prepare for my dinner meeting.
After showering and reapplying my makeup, just mascara and a swatch of red lipstick, I dryed my hair and swept it into a loose side-pony tail and curled the ends.
Looking into my closet I was baffled. I wasn't sure what one wore to a business dinner, so I did the one thing I only did in emergency fashion situations... I pulled out my computer, and e-mailed Caroline Forbes. My best friend... Elena's best friend I should say. I hadnt verbally spoken to her since Jenna's funeral, and She didnt know where I was or what I had become, and I prefered it that way.
'Caroline,
What would someone wear to a business dinner? Work related. NOT A DATE!
-E.'
I hit send and waited. I knew she would answer quickly.
*Ding*
The computer chimed and I opened the message.
'Elena!
It's been to long. How are you?
I miss you! Are you going to come home any time soon? Where are you? Will you call me? Can i come visit?!
Yes I know, you're going to ignore all my questions... But I had to try.
If you're possitive it's not a date... Go with a dark (black, blue, grey,) or cream colored dress. Knee length. Not to much leg. Not super tight, but fitted. And a long coat. Matching heals and bag.
I miss you.
Love,
Caroline Forbes.'
Smiling I close the laptop and pulled out a grey pencil skirted dress, and a knee length teal jacket. As well as a grey bag and teal shoes.
Glancing in the mirror I smiled. I was very proud of Katherine Pierce. She was a power woman.
{~Damon's POV~}
At exactly 6.45 pm I stood up from my desk, grabbed my briefcase and closed my computer. It would be highly unprofessional to be late to my own business meeting.
As I stepped into the elevator my mind drifted to Katherine Pierce. Something about her was framiliar. Her looks maybe. I couldnt place my finger on it, but she was obviously hiding something.
I had ran a background check earlier and found nothing on her at all. There was no Katherine Pierce in the database.
Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair and stepped into the lobby.
The young dark haired woman was sitting with her back to me, face burried in a journal, franticly writing.
I watched her for a moment before clearing my voice to allert Her of my presence.
She stood quickly and turned to me, stuffing the book into her purse roughly.
"I'm sorry. I hope I didnt keep you waiting long." I said as i smiled and reached my hand out to her.
She hesitantly took it and allowed me to lead her out to my car.
As my driver opened the door for her and I watched her attempt to be graceful I couldnt help but smirk.
Whever this girl really was, She wasn't from here, and she'd never been in a limo before. But she was beautiful.
{~ no ones pov~}
Dinner was a quiet thing that night.
And the next they met late in the office to go over paperwork.
The two would work all night and wake up on couches in Damon's office, barely chugging their steaming coffee's before heading to court.
The more time Damon and Katherine spent together, the more they opened up.
Neither talked much about their childhoods, but both knew the other was framiliar.
Katherine asked many questions about Damon's marriage and he asked many about why she was single.
Chinese food, wine, and personal questions brought up feelings between the two co-workers, that neither was willing to admit, but neither could deny.
The longer Vikki spent away, the less Damon missed her, and the lighter, happier he felt...
After three and a half months of spending night and day together, in and out of court, they met one last time, for hopefully their last court session of the case...
They were quiet as they drank their coffee and reorganized their paperwork...
The night before had gotten out of hand...
...
Katherine had taken to keeping normal clothes in Damon's office for their After hours work, and had been in the middle of changing when Damon opened the bathroom door. She stood before him; Her jeans unbottoned, tiny lace panties peeking out from underneath. Her blouse on the floor, tank top still on a hanger, Her breast spilling out of her lacy black bra.
Damon stood there and stared at her, longer than he should have, feeling himself grow hard as Her skin turned pink and She bit her lip.
Stuttering, he mumbled out an apology and pulled the door closed. Retreating to his desk he poured himself a glass of brandy and downed it before she emerged from the bathroom and situated herself in her usual spot on the floor.
Neither said anything about the matter as he poured his second glass and filled hers with wine. No one brought up the fact that they really didn't need to be here tonight, that they were completely prepared for their final court session.
She didnt ask him Why he wasn't at home, knowing that his wife had just gotten back into town. He didnt ask why she had asked for one last meeting "just to be sure" that everything was in order.
As the night free older, and their conversation strayed from work, Katherine found herself stretched across Damon's lap, laughing for no reason.
He smiled at her, completely entranced by her, utterly astonished as she gently traced her fingers across his inner thigh.
He couldnt take it anymore.
Grabbing her, Damon pulled Katherine to her feet and pushed her into his couch. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs pulled him into her as their lips touched.
Her moans as he pressed into her were making him crazy as his hands moved under her tank top.
And then his phone rang.
His wife was calling.
It was 6 a.m.
They had court in an hour.
...
Two hours later the judge placed the sentence. They had won their case. Ecstatic, they decided to go out for drinks that evening.
Neither of them mentioned the previous night.
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