A/N: So, how did everyone like chapter 9? Sorry it was so short. This chapter will be longer!

The sun shining through Damon's window wakes me up the next day. Annoyed, I roll away from the light, blinking as I wipe the sleep from my eyes. The sheets were tangled around Damon and I, and my body felt sated, relaxed. The memory of what Damon and I did the night before comes to mind, and I feel my face heat. I didn't regret what I did with Damon, not one bit. Smiling, I put my arm under my head and watch Damon sleep, listening to his soft snores and the music still playing. I didn't know what time it was, and honestly, I didn't really care. Damon and I were still off work for another week, and it was Sunday, which meant Damon and I spent the day lounging in our pajamas and watching movies, or we go out and shop. I look at Damon, taking in his sleeping form. His black hair was everywhere, and the bed sheets were tangled around his waist, leaving his back exposed since he was currently sleeping on his stomach. I giggle softly when I see the red marks I left on his back. I must have woke Damon when I giggled, because he opens his eyes, a smile on his face.

"Good morning beautiful." Damon says, stretching as he rolls on to his side. He leans over and kisses me, brushing the hair from my face.

I kiss Damon back, smiling. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Like a rock." Damon yawns, rubbing his eyes. "You?"

"Best sleep I've had in a while."

"Good." Damon replies, moving so he was resting his head on his hand. "Do you.. Regret last night?" He asks, worry filling his features.

I shake my head. "No, I don't."

Damon grins, kissing me again. "Good. I don't either."

I kiss Damon back, grinning as well. Damon pulls me to him, rolling so I was laying on top of him. I giggle, smiling down at him. Damon smiles in return.

"So, shower then breakfast?" Damon asks, smirking.

I grin. "You just want to see me naked again." I joke, making Damon laugh. "Though a shower does sound amazing. I can use one to get all of this gunk out of my hair."

"I think you look amazing, even with bed head."

I lightly smack Damon's chest, trying, and failing, to be mad at him. It was impossible, he was just too cute to stay mad at. Damon chuckles as I get out of bed, stretching. Damon gets out of bed as well, lightly smacking my ass as he heads to the bathroom. I grin and follow, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I enter.

"I look like the bride of Frankenstein." I say, shocked at how much of a mess I really looked. My hair was sticking out everywhere, and my makeup was completely smeared.

Damon laughs as he starts the shower, stepping in under the water.

"You look cute."

I join Damon in the shower, pulling the glass door shut as I get in. Damon had a huge bathroom; a walk in shower that could hold at least three people, a double sink with more counter space then was needed, and a toilet that looked small compared to the rest of the room. Damon moves so I can step under the hot spray. I let the water run over me, closing my eyes and turning my face up to the water. Damon waits until my hair is completely soaked before grabbing a bottle of shampoo, massaging the lather into my hair. Damon then rinses my hair and conditions it, massaging my scalp as he does. His long fingers flow through my hair like it's nothing, and it felt amazing having someone wash my hair for me. Once Damon helps me rinse the conditioner from my hair, I move and he steps under the spray. I grab the bottle of shampoo and repeat the process he did to me on his hair, letting his silky black locks flow through my fingers. Damon rinses the conditioner from his hair as I grab a wash cloth, squirting some body wash on to it before lathering it up. Damon steps out of the spray and I slowly wash his body, taking my time to wash every muscle, every inch of his skin. Damon then takes the wash cloth from me and washes my body, making me giggle. It was weird, having a guy wash my body, but with Damon it felt right. Damon kisses me before stepping under the spray to rinse off. I watch as the soapy water runs down Damon's toned stomach in rivulets. Out in the bedroom, Damon's phone begins to ring, and Damon curses, rushing out of the bathroom to answer it. I rinse of then turn off the water, stepping out of the shower as Damon walks back in, still on his phone, dripping wet.

"Eight pm, tonight... Yeah... Holiday Inn Express... Alright, we'll be there. Yeah, goodbye." Damon hangs up his phone, setting it on the sink before running his hands through his hair. "Sheesh, don't these people know that vacation means no corporate events?"

"What's going on?" I ask, handing Damon a towel before wrapping one around my body.

Damon wraps his towel around his waist, sighing. "The other firm we branch off of has scheduled a corporate get together, formal. They want to meet with me to discuss expanding Salvatore Enterprise into other states." Damon explains, pulling me to him.

I hug Damon, kissing his chest as he rests his chin on my shoulder. "Is everyone from the office going to be there? Or is it just you and head of the other firm?"

"Everyone, from both offices. This just means I have to wear my tux again." Damon says, sighing again.

I lean up and kiss Damon, brushing his wet hair from his eyes. "You'll do great love. It's a good thing they want to expand Salvatore Enterprise, it just means that your company is growing in popularity." I tell him, smiling.

"I know," Damon replies, kissing me back. "I just don't want to wear a suit again. I wear them enough during the week when we work."

"But you look handsome in them." I say, smiling. "Besides, you get to see me all dressed up again." I take my towel off, drying my hair.

Damon groans, grabbing his towel and drying his own hair. I laugh and head back into the bedroom, grabbing one of Damon's t-shirts,and putting it on. Damon follows, going to his dresser and pulling a pair of boxer briefs on, then tugs on a pair of jeans.

"Do you have a formal dress?" Damon asks, grabbing his brush and brushing his hair.

I shake my head, picking up my phone and smiling at the photos Caroline sent me from the night before. I send them all to Damon, choosing the one of the two of us dancing and putting it as my background. "None that are long enough for an event like this."

Damon pulls a black shirt over his head, going and sitting on the bed to put his socks on. "Get dressed then. You and I are going dress shopping."

I smile, walking over and kissing Damon. "I will, but I'm wearing your shirt out."

Damon kisses me back, chuckling. "That's fine. Now scooch, we have to be ready by seven." Damon playfully smacks my ass pushing me towards the door.

I giggle and kiss him once more before going over to my room, putting on a clean bra and thong, then a pair of jeans. I quickly brush my hair, then dawn my socks and boots. Damon comes over and stands in the doorway, phone, keys and leather jacket in hand. I grab my leather jacket, phone, and purse, then the two of us go out to the car after locking up the house, driving off to the mall to find my dress for the evening.