I wasn't long home when I was already making my way back to a night of work. As soon as I got through the door, I took a power nap only to be woken up by Caroline's loud excessive banging from the bedroom next door. I groaned, rubbing my forehead and sighed noticing I only got a measly two hours sleep. She wasn't awake when I came back, still nursing a heavy hangover. But from the sound of things being tossed around her room, it was evident that she was wide awake now.

I crawled out of bed, making my way towards the sound as I remembered needing to borrow a shirt of Caroline. I knocked the door lightly and made my way in to find a bomb pit over her bedroom. Her wardrobe had been emptied completely, along with her cupboards. The blanket of her bed was blocking the doorway and she was on her knees, looking under the gap beneath her bed.

"What the hell are you doing?" I stood, completely perplexed by what I was looking at. She jumped at the sound of my voice, knocking her head on the wooden edge of her bed. Yelping in pain, rubbing her skull, she looked at me in frustration. I walked further into her bedroom, and started to pick up the clothes she had discarded.

"I can't find my phone!" She whined in desperation. I wanted to question why she thought it'd be in her wardrobe, but I ignored the thought. I raised an eyebrow at her, not surprised at how attached she was to a piece of technology. I placed the belongings I'd collected on her bed when I noticed the white shirt lying by my feet. I picked it up, and slid it under my arm. "I don't know where the fuck I put it, you have to help me."

"Maybe you left it at the club." I suggested, not wanting to join her on the floor in a frantic search. I had spent my morning on my knees, and they were sore and used. I wasn't about to drop to them over a phone. Especially when I had work in two hours. Caroline looked up at me like I had spoken words of wisdom. Bouncing to her feet, she shoved on a pair of shoes, and grabbed her car keys of her desk.

She collided with me quickly, kissing my cheek in appreciation. "What would I do without you?" She smiled, and ran out of the door, stopping to glance back quickly. "Yes, you can borrow my shirt." She winked and within seconds I heard the front door slam. I sighed, making my way towards my bedroom to hang up the shirt with the rest of my uniform. I glanced at my worn away clothing, frustrated that I didn't have anything better to wear. Without a doubt, Moira would have something to say about it tomorrow.

After tidying Caroline's bedroom, I took a refreshing shower, getting rid of the sweat that had built from work earlier. I enjoyed the scent of the soap, and let out a moan as it cleansed my skin. My muscles were beginning to adapt to the different work ethic I had thrust myself upon. While my knees and shoulders were still sore, I was nowhere as pained as I was last week. Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around me, shivering at the sudden cold air. I heard my phone ringing from my bedroom and I rushed to retrieve it.

It was Moira again. My eyes widened in surprise, but the irritating sound reminded me I needed to answer it. "Hello?" I asked, catching my breath from the short run. I was holding onto the towel that was becoming loose with one arm, and balancing my phone with the other. "Is everything okay?" I was praying tonight was cancelled and I wouldn't have to come into work.

"I'm picking you up at half four." She declared with a casual tone. My mouth fell open slightly, confused as to why she would go out of her way to help me. There must have been another reason than her just being kind. "Mr. Salvatore wasn't very stern this afternoon when it comes to what's expected of you. I thought I'd go through the rules once more."

I sighed, fed up with hearing rules of how I am supposed to act. What did they think I was going to do? I know I'm inexperienced, but I wasn't going to chat up his guests, or dress provocatively. I didn't even have any provocative clothing. "Okay, thanks." I lied but continued to be polite. Just because she was horrid to me, I wasn't about to start acting the same way. I was about to ask what time when the phone line went dead. I guess she wasn't one for small talk. Me neither.

Setting my phone down, I heard the front door open and shut. I knew it was Caroline from the click of her shoes and the tune she was humming in happiness. She must have found her phone. She walked past the door, stopping to glance at me and wiggle her Blackberry in my face. I gave her a thumbs up and she took that as a signal to walk into my room.

"What do you need my shirt for?" She questioned, sitting down on my bed, and answering her numerous text messages. She smiled, looking up at me with a pleased grin, like she had accomplished something. "You going on a hot date with that stud from the bar?" Stud? When was I talking to a-? She must have been talking about Klaus. I grimaced at the memory of our conversation.

I shook my head in disgust and she giggled, lying back on my recently made bed. It was going to be crinkled now. "No. I-I have work later." Caroline looked disappointed. Like she had planned to do something. Or maybe she could tell I wasn't very excited by it. "I was there earlier too. My boss has some important dinner tonight, and this evening, I am going to be a waiter."

She was laughing loudly now, head thrown back in amusement. I couldn't blame her. The image of me carrying a load of dishes to important people was something I'd laugh at too. But I was too anxious to even think of anything funny. "Try not to spill anything onto his lap. Actually, on that thought, do. I'm sure he'd appreciate a good wipe down." The thought crossed my mind and for a moment it made me shiver with excitement. It soon faded and was replaced with the reality of spilling something.

"If I actually mess up tonight, it'll be on your conscience." I told her but it didn't stop her giggling. Frustrated, I glanced at the clock. I needed to start getting ready but I didn't want to strip down in front of her. She seemed to notice my frustration as she hopped of my bed and started making her way out of my bedroom.

I dropped the towel, quickly putting on my skin tone underwear, so it couldn't be seen under my shirt and sliding into my best black trousers. I heard a cough from the door, and turned back to find my roommate standing there, holding a shiver charm in her hand. Walking toward me, she passed it to me and I stroked the small chain before looking up in confusion. "Wear it. It always gives me luck when I'm on a night out." I was about to remind her that this was a different thing, but she was gone before I could speak. I slid the jewellery on my wrist and finished getting dressed.

...

Five o'clock rolled round faster than it usually did. Unsure of what time I would be working too, I decided it would be best to eat something solid before I left. The only thing we had in the kitchen was a left-over box of Chinese food and a tin of soup. I opted for the Chinese. I got about 5 spoonfuls before Moira rang me, telling me she was waiting for me in the car parking lot. I grabbed my things quickly, rushing down to meet her, not wanting to piss her off. Although she was probably already pissed off at me for some reason.

I noticed a red Mini sitting by the gate to the apartment block, and walked towards it, recognising it from the driveway at work. I sighed in relief when Moira glanced out of the window, scanning my appearance as I slid into the car. I gave her a polite 'hello' and she responded with a mumbling sound.

We left instantly, heading out of the city and through the streets as the sun started to set. Just as I began to relax into my seat and enjoy the sweet music coming from the radio, I was snapped back to reality by my driving partner's stern voice. "Are you nervous?" She asked, glancing at me from the corner of her eye. I shrugged, ignoring the voice in my head that screamed yes. "You should be." Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence. "Mr. Salvatore has these kind of dinners once, or twice a year. And with recent events, tonights will be interesting."

I had no idea what she was talking about. And she was acting like I did. Recent events? I have only worked for him a week, how would I know if anything strange has happened recently? I swallowed uncomfortably, but tried to act like her motivational speech hadn't affected me. "Anything I should know before I'm thrown into the lion's den?"

She laughed, for the first time, what seemed a genuine laugh. I guess seeing me shake with fear was something that she got a kick out off. "You have no idea what you are in for, blondie." I narrowed my eyes at the nickname, but ignored it and enjoyed the fact she was able to talk to me without grunting or rolling her eyes. "First of all, don't be surprised if you are ignored. But don't be surprised if you are constantly called upon. These...people don't care if you have your hands fool. They expect you to do everything for them."

So there was more than one person coming. Knowing it wasn't a date between Mr. Salvatore and his girlfriend gave me a weird, unusual feeling. I tossed it aside and listened to Moira explain. "You should know that Mr. Salvatore has a complicated relationship with the guests. Things will be tense. Though you will notice that as soon as they walk through the door." Great. Tension was just what someone as awkward as me needed, I noted sarcastically. "You will most likely overhear bitter and uncomfortable conversations. Ignore them or you'll get distracted. You do not want involved in this, believe me."

Her warning sounded a lot like when she told me to stay away from Mr. Salvatore, and Klaus for that matter. Maybe she really was just looking out for me. I should probably appreciate her harsh but honest nature. I nodded, taking a mental note and rubbing my hands together to avoid sweat building. It wasn't hot enough to blame the weather, given the sun going down. "Anything else I should know?"

She looked at me with a smirk, then back to the road in front of her. "I don't have enough time to prepare you. You'll have to see for yourself." I let out a breath, trying to stay calm and wishing I wasn't involved in rich peoples business. The fact they have money always makes them seem dangerous. "I usually avoid eye-contact. And take a shot of Vodka." My eyes widened in surprise and I whipped my head round to look at the driver. My mouth fell open but the red-headed beauty let out that friendly, light-hearted laugh for the second time tonight.

...

When we arrived at the house, it was so silent that I worried about making the slightest sound. We got through the door and Elena was standing there, with a bunch of papers in her hand. The dinner was so important that he needed his assistant here. Who is coming? Obama? Moira nodded to her, and then continued her way to the kitchen. I attempted to follow her, but was stopped by someone's grip on my elbow. "You'll be fine."

I smiled at Elena's support and hurried into the room in front of me, wanting to find some comfort in Lafayette. I pushed the heavy door open and suddenly felt overwhelmed with heat. There were two extra people around the kitchen equipment. One was tending to a bowl full of white liquid, while the other was frying meat on the pan. I glanced at Lafayette and found him running from the ends of the room, checking everything going on. No wonder it was so hot. Every electrical device must be on at the moment.

Lost in the moment, I hadn't realised Moira's departure from the room and jumped slightly when she appeared beside me. She smiled at my nervous behaviour. "Everything is set up in the dining room. All we have to do is carry their food to them. I'll tell you who you serve." I nodded and looked back to Lafayette. They must at least be having three meals each, or Mr. Salvatore just likes big portions.

"Moira," I called her name, and she looked back at me from her position watching out of the door. She raised an eyebrow, urging me to continue but I took a moment to think over how to ask what I wanted without taking her out of her good mood. "Who exactly are we serving? Don't you think I should know?" She looked at me curiously, then sighed and walked towards me. Just as she was about to speak, the door swung open and a beautiful man in a black suit appeared before us.

Mr. Salvatore looked different than he did in his worse clothes. This suit had a much more formal style to it, the kind of one you wear to a wedding. Oh God, what if he's getting married and they are testing their meal choices? The only faultier was his unbuttoned top button, which exposed just the right about of flesh to make my knees wobble. His dark hair and his blue eyes were illuminated so everyone could notice his beauty. Moira stumbled backwards into me, then swore under her breath and walked towards the sink. I had just about caught my breath when I noticed he was staring at me, analysing my outfit. Probably laughing at my worn trousers and shirt that was too tight around my breasts.

He grinned and shook his head, like he was shaking a thought. I bit my lip and fiddled with my hands, not knowing where I should put them without looking awkward. Elena appeared being him and she attempted to fix his shirt, adding a bow-tie. He grunted and dismissed her. My eyes widened at how abrupt he could be. Maybe this was why Moira avoided him. Elena looked disappointed but scurried out of the room.

"Everything alright in here?" He asked Lafayette, casually placing his hands in his pocket. Lafayette spoke for the first time this evening, explaining that everything was great a part from a mishap with the desert, but they were fixing it. Damon nodded and patted him on the shoulder, walking round the room and looking at the food. He murmured about everything being under control and slid past me to head out the door. I almost moaned at the heat radiating off him, but came back to my senses in time. "Jesus Christ, Lafayette, open a fucking window."

My mouth fell into an 'O' shape, surprised at his language. He didn't seem the kind to be professional. Other than when you are on the floor cleaning, of course. But Lafayette didn't seem to be surprised, laughing and opening three windows to let some air into the room which had become a sauna. I helped with the tallest window, Lafayette lifting me slightly so I could reach. I could just about open it due to laughing so hard when he mentioned having the perfect view of my ass. For a gay man, he was awfully straight.

Just when I had settled down, Elena burst through the door with an anxious expression. "They've arrived." Suddenly, the heat felt worse than it did with the windows closed. My heart raced faster than it had the night my Dad left. And I felt like all of the oxygen had left the room, leaving me breathless. Something pulled me towards the door, and without thought, I glanced out to watch a group of people enter the room, throwing their coats in Elena's direction and making their way towards the living area.

The first person was an older female. She must have been in her late forties, early fifties. She had dark blonde hair, the colour of the sand. But it lay beautifully across her shoulders and down her back. I watched her touch Mr. Salvatore appreciatively but she didn't smile. He kissed her cheek but his face was hardened in disgust. The next person was a younger female. Maybe the same age as me. She was blonde, blonder than her Mother, but not as bright as me or Caroline. She wore a stunning red dress that tugged to her toned figure. I would have said she was as beautiful as her brother but the scowl on her face was an automatic turn off. Two men entered next. One was older than Mr. Salvatore. Around 30 years old, I'd guess. One was a similar age to the scowling blonde. They were so similar in appearance that if they'd been the same age, they could have passed as twins. However, one seemed polite, shaking Mr. Salvatore's hand, while the other smirked past him, earning a groan in response.

The last person that entered was an older man, presumably the same age of the older lady. He was dark haired as well, but very handsome for his age. He patted Mr. Salvatore on the back and for a moment, I seen my boss look intimidated for the first time. I watched until they were all gone, closing the door behind them, and suddenly a tension was lifted. I thought back to how they appeared. They didn't seem like a business deal. They seemed like a family. Moira pulled me back into the room and shut the door behind me, snapping me back to reality. "Who are they?" I asked for a final time.

Moira gazed at me, looking unsure of what to say. I was about to ask more sternly this time when Lafayette spoke from the opposite side of the kitchen. "They are 'is famly." I raised an eyebrow, confused. Why is a very serious and unusual dinner with his family such a big deal? I didn't understand why people where behaving like this over family dinner night. Sensing my confusion, he continued. "They 'ave a difficult relationship, y'know? Damon don't get along with 'em. I'm curious as to why they are 'ere."

He glanced at Moira and she narrowed her eyes at him, giving him a look that screamed 'really?' I walked further into the room, taking a seat to gain composure. "Why do you think they are here?" She snapped but Lafayette laughed and continued cooking. "Of course they will come running here now you know who is back. They still think Mr. Salvatore as involved." I blinked repeatedly, trying to take in the information. But everything was going right over my head. Why did everyone have to be so cryptic when they spoke about something in this house?

Lafayette scoffed and stood with his hands on his hips. "Damon give a fuck wa' his famly think, bitch." Moira rolled her eyes, either at the nickname or she didn't agree with what he was saying. "He hates 'em an' that won't change ova' a fancy meal. All I care 'bout is gettin' this desert hardened an' gettin' these sluts out of ma hair." The room was silent again and I thought about what Lafayette had said. If there was one thing I understood, it was complicated families. I came here to escape from it, but now I am back in the middle of a brand new one. Just my luck.

...

It was half six when we were finally instructed to bring the starter dish out. I carried two plates to be safe, not wanting to spill anything. Moira disapproved, saying I was making things difficult as she'd have to do two runs and it might piss the guests off. I think they'd be more pissed off if their dinner was in their laps. My hands were shaking uncontrollably when we excited the kitchen. I heard Lafayette laughing, but blocked my mind off, wanting to focus on getting these things on the table.

Moira walked in front of me, and I followed closely. She pushed the dining room door open with her foot and I walked in, catching it with my leg. Walking forward, watching where I was walking I heard the door shut behind me. The older man sat at opposite ends of the table from Mr. Salvatore and he spoke up, delighted when he seen us bringing his meal. I didn't know if it was just my anxiety, but I could have sworn I heard an English accent.

I placed the first plate in front of the younger blonde, ignoring the aggressive stare she was giving me. The dish made a clinking sound as it went down and I mumbled an apology, turning away and placing the second plate down quickly in front of the youngest male. I couldn't help but feel intimidated by his presence. I scampered out of the room, noticing Mr. Salvatore grinning at me, obviously amused by my awkward clumsiness. I pushed through the door, almost colliding with Moira bringing the rest of the plates. Wow, she was fast.

I let a breath I had been withholding out when I re-entered the kitchen, earning a pat on the back from one of the guys helping out Lafayette. He was a tanned, mid-thirties, southern looking man with blonde scraggly hair. But he somehow suited it. I smiled and sat down by the counter, running a hand through my hair, wondering how serving a meal to rich people could be so stressful. "It weren't that bad, were it?" Lafayette asked, adding a sauce to the main course.

I shook my head, showing him my trembling hand to which he laughed. Moira re-entered the room, sitting beside me. I heard her mumbling about hating that 'stupid family.' But I ignored it, as it was clear it wasn't meant to be heard. "Why are they English?" I asked, remembering the strong accent I heard. Moira's head snapped up, looking at Lafayette, giving him a look that begged him to explain.

He sighed and passed the plates along to a tray by the counter. "You ask too many questions, gurl." I blushed, embarrassed. I didn't realise I was questioning so much, but there was something about Mr. Salvatore and his family that had me unbelievably curious. Despite my annoying behaviour, he continued anyways. "Boss is adopted."

I opened my mouth in surprise, wanting to know more about his life, his upbringing. Then I realised how intrusive and crazy that sounded. It was none of my business and for all I know, his complicated relationship with his family probably stems from them not being his real family. My heart ached a little, knowing that he had a hard time with those he had no option than to be with. I had spoken to him twice, and yet I felt like I needed to comfort him. Snapped out of my thoughts, Moira tugged at my arm, pulling me towards the door to collect the first of the empty plates.

We were in and out within seconds, already carrying two more plates of delicious food. I could smell the peppered sauce right under my nose, and I prayed that there would be some leftovers for me later. The room was still filled with the same uncomfortable tension, making it hard to believe these people were family. It was as though they had been forced into a room together, just to sit in silence, or make bitter small talk. I dropped the plates off by the older brother, and by Mr. Salvatore's mom. I smiled when the handsome brother admired how tasty the food looked. At least one of them has manners.

As I was about to exit the room, Moira carrying the rest of the food in, a voice brought me to an abrupt stop. "Excuse me, girl?" I turned round to find the young blonde shaking her glass at me, with her head held high. "I would like more wine." I nodded; accepting her glass, grinning with the polite brother told her off for her rude behaviour. When I reached the wine, I couldn't help but overhear a conversation between Mr. Salvatore and his father.

"I just find it peculiar is all." The older man told him. I had clearly started listening in during the middle of their conversation. Unaware of what they were talking about, I opened the freshly chilled bottle of wine and started to pour it slowly into the glass in front of me. "Why would he return if he didn't have a motive?"

"I don't know why he does what he does." Mr. Salvatore snapped back, yet he still seemed to remain his cool. I could sense his irritation and the accusations coming from the older man. It was no wonder the room was on a high tension level with this sort of communication happening during and in-between meals. "If I knew how he functioned, I wouldn't have lost half of my company, would I?"

My eyebrows raised in surprise. He had lost half of his company? Meaning his company was already larger than the huge success it is now. No wonder he is so rich. Whoever this person is, he seems to think they are the blame for a substantial loss. How could his father think he had anything to do with his return? "No need to be so cross, Damon." His mother spoke, earning a scoff from him in response.

I carried the glass filled with wine back to the table, placing in front of the blonde. Once again, she didn't utter a word of thanks but it wasn't as though I had expected it. I reached the door, to be startled by the last sentence I heard. "All I can say is, one foot out of line and Klaus will be back in jail. I'll make sure of it." I collided with the door in front of me, swearing quietly as I stubbed my toe. To avoid embarrassment, I didn't look back, rushing out quickly while trying to process what I had just heard.

The mysterious, dangerous bar guy Moira had warned me off was my bosses brother? And he was in jail? For what? Did that have to do with the loss of Mr. Salvatore's company? So many questions flooded my mind and I desperately wanted to ask someone the answers to them. But I had already bothered them with my excessive badgering and I didn't want to piss them off. This wasn't something I could just ignore. Not when I had interacted with these people. Oh God, what if something had happened with Klaus? How could I...?

I pushed through the kitchen door, feeling sick suddenly. The heat was overpowering and I rushed towards the window, opening it wider for more air. Moira noticed my behaviour and asked if I was okay. I was unsure if it was because she knew they were talking about Klaus, or maybe the heat made her feel ill too. I nodded, breathing in and our deeply. My breath was staggered and my mind was even worse. This was too much information for one night, and there still hadn't been any good news.

It was after 8 when we were carrying the deserts into the dining room. I still felt frazzled but the evening would be coming to a close soon and I wanted nothing more to crawl into my bed and forget about everything I found out this evening. Leaving the dishes down in front of the guests, it all started to make sense. The young one had the same frightening persona as Klaus, the father had the same eyes, and the older brother had the same old-soul within him. But Mr. Salvatore was a different bread to them. He didn't fit with this family, and I think he knew it. No wonder the visits were so rare between them.

"Do you think he's dangerous?" The young blonde asked, toying with the ice cream at the side of her plate and looking at her mother awaiting an answer. Mr. Salvatore sighed, obviously fed up with the conversation still being about his brother but his mother tutted at him and answered the question with a simple 'no.'

He turned towards her then, staring at her in shock, like she had spoken the most understandable thing he had ever heard. I collected empty glasses off the table, pretending to not hear the conversation; I couldn't ignore it, no matter how hard I tried. "You're fucking joking right?" His mother protested at his language and his father barged him for being rude to her. That didn't stop him, as he continued to question her. "After everything he did, you don't fear him at all?"

His eyes were burning into her, and she sipped on her coffee with a mask hiding her true feelings. The blonde girl asked for more wine, and part of me wanted to cut her off because she was obviously the same age as me, if not younger. Mr. Salvatore was still waiting on a response, leaning closer, with his hands gripping the edge of the table. His mother finally gave in and spoke up. "He's my son."

He swore again and his father started to yell. Everything was so loud all of a sudden; I couldn't tell who was saying what. I poured, and poured until the glass was full and I turned to take it back. I stopped, surprised to find everyone except the two brothers on their feet, screaming and waving their hands in the air. "I'm your son too, doesn't that matter?" Mr. Salvatore yelled over everyone and that was the finally straw for his mom, as she stated that it was time to leave, her daughter following behind quickly.

I watched, unsure of what to do as his father looked at him in disapproval before heading out of the door. The youngest son followed, and then the oldest, thanking me for a nice evening on the way out. I couldn't do anything but nod, terrified by what I just witnessed. Why did I have to be in the room when it happened? I set the glass down and made my way out, stopped by a voice. "Wait." I turned back, to find my boss relaxed into his seat, looking worn down and exhausted. Like he had fought a losing battle. "You aren't dismissed yet." He told me, gesturing to the seat his father was in.

I wanted to scream and run away, but there was something about how he looked that was pulling me closer. I walked towards the table in silence, sitting down but not enough that my back was against the seat. I didn't want to look too comfortable, especially giving what I just seen. We sat quietly for a moment, and I was waiting for Moira to burst in and pull me away but nobody did. It was just us and six plates of half eaten desserts.

My stomach growled and I rubbed it in embarrassment, looking away blushing. "You're hungry." Mr. Salvatore observed and I shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of my hunger after what he had to deal with tonight. "Eat. It's not like anyone else will." He said pushing his uneaten dessert in front of me, along with his clean spoon. I thanked him, and took tiny spoonfuls; my mouth watering each time a piece entered my mouth.

I devoured the plate in minutes and sat down the spoon with a clink. I licked my lips and looked to my boss, smiling. He stared at me, with a look of wonder mixed with heart break left from earlier. I didn't know why I was sitting here, and if I continued to sit silently any longer, I may lose my mind. "Is there anything you need Mr. Salvatore?"

"Stop calling me that." He commanded and my mouth fell open, shocked at his imperative. I thought calling him by that was the right thing to do. The professional thing to do. He didn't seem to mind Moira doing it, so why should I bother him? "Call me Damon, or don't call me anything at all." I nodded and looked down at my hands, feeling like a silly school girl that got told off.

More minutes of silence passed and it was starting to bother me. Why hadn't anyone came and saved me? Surely they would be wondering why I hadn't bothered to return. I shifted in my seat and it seemed to wake Damon from his gaze, and suddenly the silence in the room was screaming at one of us to fill it. "Are you okay?"

The moment it came out, I wish it had have been him to break the silence. Because as per usual, when I do, something like this happened. Something even more uncomfortable than the moments prior to me speaking. I was about to apologise for my intrusion when he smiled and sat up, no longer sunken into his seat. "I've had better evenings. But I'm sure you have to." I shrugged and he laughed. "You coped well. Though I had no doubts you would."

"I can handle uncomfortable situations. My life is a giant one." I responded and he looked at me like he was interested in knowing more. The last thing I wanted to talk about now was my parents' divorce, especially when he has evil brothers who just got released from jail. I don't think the severity of our situations can compare.

"This isn't the kind of discomfort I like." He joked, laughing at himself. I raised an eyebrow, confused by what he meant but that only seemed to humour him even more. It then hit me that he was being vulgar and my face heated up in embarrassment and...arousal. "You are far too innocent for your own good, Ms. Owens."

I couldn't disagree with him there. Sometimes my innocence worked like a charm when I wanted to get out of a bad situation. Or pay a cheaper price at the cinema. But mostly, I felt like a lost puppy, not understanding the sexual innuendos or things a normal 19 year old should. "My name is Lauren. You'll call me it or nothing at all."

Surprised by my attitude towards him, his eyes widened but softened again quickly as he shifted forward in his seat, pulling it closer to mine. The ever growing proximity didn't bother me. In fact, I wanted him even closer. I didn't move back or blush with nerves. I stayed still, taking in the scent of his worn aftershave. It was starting to fade, but it was mixed with his natural scent and that was even more appealing. "You know, I can teach you a thing or two if you even get bored of being good."

My body was screaming yes ridiculously and I could feel the heat growing straight from my toes, and through my neck. He was smirking; pleased with the affect he was having on me, despite my best attempts of keeping my arousal hidden. I let out a breath and he inhaled at the same time. This man was intoxicating. He was worse than a high-school freshman and a bottle of vodka. One sip of him and I was ready for a deadly hangover. "I know how to be bad."

He grinned, sitting up and taking a sip of his wine. I watched his lips envelope the glass and my mind was filled with thoughts I couldn't get rid of. This wasn't normal for me, and I didn't know how to respond to it. He was right. I am too innocent to be in situations like this. I'm a lost cause about to get seduced by a pissed off business man. He settled his glass on the table, and pulled his chair closer once again so that our legs were right beside each other. "Show me."

I didn't know what he was asking for, but I know what I wanted. So I went for it, leaning forward and colliding my lips with his. It was hard and passionate, yet it was everything I wanted and more. I cupped his face; stroking his shaven cheek a I traced my tongue over his bottom lip. Moaning when he opened up to me, I could taste the alcohol he had just devoured and it sent me into over drive. My hand was in his hair and I pulled him closer, but it wasn't close enough. He was expecting it, I could tell from the second he grasped my neck in his hand.

We were fighting a battle with our mouths, pulling and tugging, and then I was on his lap. My body was on fire as he pulled my chest into him. He let me control the kiss, not wanting to push me too far, but part of me wanted him to. Sighing into his mouth, my new position meant I could feel everything. And I was glad he was as affected by me as I was by him. Our lips parted for a moment and he mumbled something incoherently. The sudden departure caused me to stumble back to reality, and then I was aware of what I'd done. "Oh my God." I pulled off him, falling back into the seat behind me.

His lips were red and his hair was messy, but it was his eyes that told the story of what just happened. They had darkened considerably and I could tell he was mad that I pulled away. He reached for me once more when the door behind me swung open and a male's voice filled the room. "Moira's waitin' on yo in the car." Lafayette told me, eyeing both me and Damon, then smiling to himself and shaking his head.

I nodded and fixed my clothes pushing the chair away so I could exit the room. I didn't say a word as I left, and neither did Damon. Nothing needed to be said. We both knew we had ruined everything. It wouldn't be the same as before, and it was all our fault. I couldn't come to work now without being reminded of that kiss. And the worst part was, I didn't want to forget it.

A/N: If you didn't guess, Damon's family are the originals. I didn't mention names so I hoped you could guess through descriptions even though they're shite. I changed the ending of this so many times and then threw in a kiss. Hope it was okay. Once again, I'm too lazy to proof read. Bye!

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