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Ch. 5 Another Sip of Borgia

Bonnie blinked a couple of times while Damon stared back at her with a grin that made her want to slap him, "The kiss?" she choked out. She could see Barry move closer to their table from behind the counter…Nosey Fucker he was, "Damon, it was a goodbye kiss. Just a kiss to say thank you for helping me last night," she shifted avoiding his gaze.

"Well that was a pretty nice thank you/goodbye kiss," Damon sipped his drink.

"Well I did have a lot to drink, you know…"

"Oh so that's how you get when you are drunk?" Damon raised an eyebrow as he noticed Bonnie moving uncomfortably in her seat, which intrigued him.

"Nooooo...last night was just a lot, that's all and if you have such a problem with it—maybe I won't kiss you ever again," Bonnie smirked realizing that she had turned the tables.

"That was real mean Bonnie," Damon mouth set in a straight line, "but if that is how you choose to punish yourself…" he shrugged.

"Funny," she rolled her eyes, "so where are you sitting tonight?"

"We have a suite in the Mystic Center. One of Stefan's contacts is hosting us."

"Nice, we have center court seats. So that's where I will be."

Damon's eyes twinkled, "Come visit the suite, if you can."

"Will do," Bonnie stated stirring her coffee, "so we're not weird now, are we?"

"What do you mean?"

"The kiss…the kiss didn't make us weird, we can still talk about everything right? We're still just friends, right?" Bonnie questioned.

Damon wasn't sure why he felt like she was testing him here. Since the kiss the previous night, he would be lying if he said that he didn't think about what it would feel like to have Bonnie's legs wrapped around his body as he went in deeper, hearing her whisper his name, dragging her nails along his back and begging him not to stop…it would be a lie to say that he hadn't thought about them being more than friends at least once, so as Bonnie sat across from him staring at him expectantly, he did the only thing he could do, "Yup, still friends," he lied with a smile on his face.

"Good because I wanted to say something and it didn't happen because of our kiss last night, it was just time," she began, "I think that the relationship with Tyler has reached the end of whatever we were doing."

"Oh really?" Damon raised an eyebrow.

"Well because it's been over a week since we've seen each other and I didn't care. I wasn't interested and that means, there's no feelings there really," she shrugged.

"Hmm sounds like a sign to me."

"Yeah…but my sister is trying to set me up with one of the coaches on the basketball team."

Damon paused with the cup halfway to his mouth, "A coach on the basketball team?"

"Yes, Bianca has always tried to hook me up with someone. I have no idea why. I think she believes if I'm married off with kids, our parents and grandmother will focus on that and not her," Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"You and your sister, you don't get along?" Damon took a sip of his coffee watching Bonnie's reaction. Her mouth turned upside down for a few seconds, but then it quickly turned upright again, "No, why would you ask that?" Bonnie asked and in response Damon raised an eyebrow causing her to sit back and sigh, "Ok, ok…me and Bianca are kind of polar opposites. She's the older twin, but she acts like she's still a teenager. She parties, nothing is ever serious and she makes fun of my choices. I'm boring to her."

"Well everyone is not cut out to be a basketball team cheerleader…"

Bonnie glanced up at him, "Don't let Bianca ever hear you say that, she is not a cheerleader—she is a dancer and that is it."

Damon blinked, "Riiiigghhht."

"Anyway, I went to college. Had the same boyfriend the entire time, got a safe job. The only exciting thing I've done is to break up with Enzo," Bonnie shrugged, "but Bianca is someone that I can't imagine my life without. She's been with me every step of my life literally and although, she can be a PITA sometimes, she's mine."

Damon nodded, "Kind of like how I feel about Stefan. We haven't always been the best of brothers, but we are getting there."

"Siblings," Bonnie chuckled shaking her head.

"So tell me about this coach, is he someone you would be interested in?" Damon asked casually. It was only then that he realized that he did care about the answer.

Bonnie met Damon's eyes. They were unreadable, but he asked her that question for a reason—so she answered him the best way she could, "I don't know him."

"And it's such a shame that he's only in town for a few days," Damon feigned sadness.

"Yeah, you look really torn up about it," Bonnie threw her napkin at him with Damon catching it effortlessly in one hand, before speaking, "Look Bon, what your sister may think is best for you may not be best for you—only you can decide that."

"So profound."

"I can be that way sometimes," he winked at her.

"So did your friend have fun last night?" Bonnie asked sipping her coffee.

"Tanner? He did. Give him a couple of pretty women and booze, he's a happy and content man."

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, "Is that what you were like too or are you still like that?"

Damon gazed at her from over his cup before setting the cup down, "I was, but I changed. Sometimes life makes you remember that there is more to life than just being a guy who sleeps around and drinks a lot."

"And that's why you decided to come back to Mystic Falls and get the waitress girlfriend."

Damon thought back to the events leading up to his arrival in Mystic Falls and shook involuntarily. It haunted him for weeks and when he allowed himself to think about it…in his quiet moments…it had the same effect, "It's a part of it."

Bonnie watched the expression on Damon's face. It was a mixture of regret, but also something else…sadness…disappointment, she wasn't sure—but she decided to change the subject nevertheless, "So everyone will be at the game tonight…my parents, my Grandmother…"

"What are your parents like?"

Bonnie chuckled, "My parents are the type of people who go to work, come home, eat dinner together and watch their favorite shows. They are happy and content. I love their life."

"Something that you want for yourself?" Damon questioned.

"Maybe one day, if I met the right man."

"Not the stockbroker?"

Bonnie laughed, "Definitely not the stockbroker."

"And what about your grandmother?"

Bonnie shook her head with a large smile, "She is a world renowned Sexologist."

"Sexologist?" Damon raised a brow, "what exactly does that mean?"

"She goes around giving lectures on the history of sex, what makes good sex, the chemistry between two people and the sex that they have…all of that. She's very…open."

"Wow…is she single?"

Bonnie's eyes widened, "That's disgusting Damon."

"Your grandmother is a Sexologist, you can't just say that like she's a school teacher."

"The funny thing about it, when I was younger—it was like she was a school teacher. My dad hated the way she would tell me and Bianca everything that we could ever want to know about boys and about sex. I remember for our Sweet Sixteen, she brought us a book called 'Sex and Me' and it was…eye opening," Bonnie chuckled to herself at the memory of her father's eyes bugging out when the twins opened up the gift box to reveal the book with a man and a woman in an interesting embrace on the cover, "she is quite a character."

"Can't wait to meet her."

"You've been warned."

"Noted," Damon answered.

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Excited voices drifted through the Mystic Center as one of the newest hip hop songs played over the speakers. Bonnie, followed by Elena and Matt made their way to their seats in the complex. Whenever Bianca's team came to town, she always made sure that Bonnie had center court seats. As much as she feigned annoyance at Bianca, she loved her sister and she was proud of her. It wasn't easy to step out and do something you love without any guarantees. Her father balked at the entire idea of her being a dancer for a basketball team (especially after he paid money for Bianca's college degree), but she had never seen her sister so happy and carefree outside of being in the middle of the basketball court.

"I hope they decided to wear something suitable," Rudy mumbled settling down in his seat.

"Dad, they are dancers. They wear shorts and tops," Bonnie rolled her eyes checking her cell phone.

"They are eye candy, Rudy…let it go," Sheila sighed.

"And enjoy," Abby knocked his shoulder handing him a beer.

Bonnie turned to Elena and snickered, "I'm going to get something to eat…want anything?"

"A pretzel," Elena spoke up.

Everyone else shook their heads as Bonnie rose from her seat heading towards the concession stands. She glanced down at her phone for a few seconds to see if Damon sent her a text. Heading towards the pizza counter, she noticed familiar faces near the condiment area causing her to stop in her tracks as he smiled at the pretty blond that he was with. Frozen in place, she watched them. They looked happy as the blond fed him some cotton candy and he returned the gesture. When the blond raised her hand to touch the corner of his mouth, she saw the glimmer and everything melted away. They were engaged. The feeling that surfaced in the pit of her stomach wasn't one of jealously, it was something she couldn't exactly explain but it made her nauseous all the same.

"Bonnie!" his voice shattered her thoughts like a sledgehammer attacking a windshield.

She looked up and plastered a smile on her face as they approached her, "Bonnie, I was hoping we would see you!" Caroline beamed with Enzo by her side. Caroline pulled Bonnie into a friendly hug as Enzo stood next to her with a smile that seemed as fake as Bonnie's.

"Well it's my sister's team and Enzo knows I never miss one of her games near Mystic Falls," Bonnie looked over at him.

"Oh right, your sister's a cheerleader right?" Caroline asked.

"She's the head of the dance team," Bonnie retorted in a tone that didn't exactly sound like she attempted to be nice about it.

"Oh…right…that's what they are called!" Caroline giggled lacing her hand through Enzo's.

Bonnie glanced down again at the rather large diamond on the blond's hand, "So congratulations are in order?" she gestured towards Caroline's hand.

"Oh yes!" Caroline thrust her hand in Bonnie's face, causing every muscle in Bonnie's face to work overtime not to frown, "Enzo proposed during our vacation in Jamaica last month, we're thinking June of next year."

"Ooh…how romantic," Bonnie sung looking over at Enzo.

"Care, how about you go get our seats and I will be in soon," Enzo turned to Caroline.

"Ok…Bonnie, it was nice seeing you. Please look out for our Save the Date cards," Caroline grinned.

"I have a place reserved right on the refrigerator for it," Bonnie grinned as Caroline smiled walking past her and into arena.

"Well…" Enzo stated rocking on his heels.

"Well…engaged huh? That was quick," she replied.

"Bonnie…"

"Enzo, I'm happy for you. I know that you wanted the marriage, the kids…the picket fence…"

"And before you wanted that too," Enzo interrupted.

Bonnie shrugged non-committedly, "Well things change, but I have to wonder how you knew so fast that Caroline was the one for you."

"We've been friends for a long time Bonnie," he sighed, "we were all friends."

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, something in his tone made her wary of his words, "Just friends and I doubt we were all the same friends?"

He met Bonnie's eyes, "It's the past, it doesn't matter."

Bonnie reached out and touched his arm, putting a smile on her face, "You know what, you are right. It is the past. I hope that you are Caroline are very happy together and please let me know where you are registered," she moved in for a hug, "I wish you nothing but the best," she whispered in his ear before letting him go. She heard him breathe deeply as if he was inhaling her scent and she smiled, "enjoy the game Enzo," she stated before heading over to get her food.

She stood in line feeling the heat of Enzo's stare on her back and she refused to turn around. She wouldn't. No way would she do that.

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"Stefano thank you for the hospitality this evening," Tanner bellowed entering the suite above the court and looking around, "nice digs."

"Damon asked me to invite you and I did," Stefan replied emotionless heading over to the bar ordering from the bartender, "and my name is Stefan, you know that."

"And my brother being the kind soul his eyes took pity on you Tanner, so don't jinx it," Damon warned.

Tanner held up his hands in mock innocence, "I promise to be on my best behavior."

Stefan snorted as he sipped on his beer taking a seat near the balcony to watch everyone gathering below. Damon ordered a glass of bourbon while Tanner joined him, "I tell you, this place is slightly different than what I remember. The women have improved, that's for sure."

"Is that why you didn't come back to the condo last night?"

Tanner shrugged, "Well you know and I figured after last night, maybe you would need some privacy."

"I told you, me and Bonnie are…"

"Just friends, yeah I know. But how long are you going to claim that?" Tanner lowered his voice, "I know you Damon, you don't have female friends. Well…any female friends that you haven't banged. Are you telling me that you haven't thought about Bonnie at all and what it would feel like to have her…"

"Drop it," Damon mumbled.

Tanner chuckled, "So you have and you are just biding your time…nice."

"Not nice. Bonnie is working for me and Stefan, so besides the fact that we are just friends—I don't need to complicate things by entering into territory that could wreck everything," Damon picked up his glass.

"Welllllcccooommmmeeeeee to the Mystic Center!" the announcer yelled over the speakers causing Damon to move to the balcony next to Stefan to watch the beginning of the game.

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Bonnie glanced up at the score and of course, the Richmond Renegades were losing to the Detroit Devils. The crowd was some of the most passionate losers in the world and it was all kinds of interesting. "Now welcome the ever so popular Detroit Devil Girls!" the announcer bellowed as the intro to Janet Jackson's 'You Want This' filled the arena and the Devil Girls ran into the center of the floor, dressed in ripped jeans, white crop tops with the Devil Girls logo on them and their hair in ponytails. Immediately, the home crowd were on their feet dancing to the music and some trying to mimic the dance moves. Bonnie, Abby, Sheila and Elena stood up dancing to the music as Rudy stood with a slight smile on his face. Bonnie could tell that at the very least her father was pleased that they were dressed somewhat modestly.

Bonnie watched Bianca move across the floor and she looked every bit in her element. Bonnie couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. This was her sister and she couldn't imagine having a life without her personal pain in the butt. Taking out her phone to video for a few moments, a text message popped up on her screen from Damon, 'Can you dance like that?'

She chuckled before texting back, 'Maybe…'

'Come to the suite after halftime, Bard Suite' he texted.

'Not to dance' she replied.

She received a winking emoji.

'3rd quarter' she answered before sticking her phone in her pocket. The warm feeling that came over her surprised her. Seeing Enzo and Caroline had a surprising effect on her. It wasn't a good feeling, but the text from Damon did distract her for a moment and she needed that.

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The horn sounded signaling the 3rd quarter of the game and Bonnie stood up, "I'm going to visit one of my friends…he's in one of the suites," she gathered her purse.

"I will come with," Sheila stood up.

"Grams, it's ok…he's just a friend," she shook her head.

"Then you won't mind me meeting him," Sheila smirked at her locking Bonnie's arm with hers and walking with her away from the bleachers.

If Bonnie felt any nervousness before about seeing Damon at the basketball game, it intensified with Sheila accompanying her. "So tell me about this friend?" Sheila asked after Bonnie gave the guard her name at the elevators.

"What?"

"The friend that we are seeing in this suite?" Sheila sung.

"Oh we met at a coffee shop, we meet every Saturday or so and we just talk…it's nice. There's no expectations."

"Uh huh, any feelings there?" Sheila asked.

"Friendly feelings."

"That's all?"

"Grams, we're not doing this," Bonnie warned her stepping off of the elevator walking down the hallway towards the suite.

Sheila grabbed her arm meeting her granddaughter's eyes, "My Bonnie, if we don't do this now. We will do it in the suite in front of him," Sheila smiled in a way that told Bonnie she meant every word.

Sighing, Bonnie opened her mouth, "Ok, we met in a coffee shop. We talk every Saturday, I've had dreams about him. He broke up with his girlfriend a couple of weeks ago and we kissed once. I was a little drunk, he wasn't and we established that it was just a weird moment. We won't be anything more than what we are now and we are both happy with that," Bonnie took a huge breath, "so Grams, please be on your best behavior."

Gasping, Sheila widened her eyes, "What do you think I will do?"

"Oh I don't know, ask him what's his favorite sexual position within five minutes of meeting him."

"Icebreaker," Sheila shrugged.

"Please Grams, don't make him uncomfortable."

Sheila studied Bonnie's eyes for a few moments, "Ok…fine…I will be good."

"Thank you and maybe I should tell you something else," Bonnie bit her lip.

"What?"

"One, I'm working for Damon and his brother. I'm helping with the rebranding of their lounge and helping to open another one and Two, I have to say this because its eating at me. Enzo's here."

Sheila looked around, "Where?"

"Downstairs and he's engaged to Caroline. I found out tonight." Sheila rolled her eyes, "Lucky Caroline," she deadpanned.

Bonnie gasped and laughed, "Grams!" she reprimanded her.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…ok…fine…so you're looking to flirt tonight and forget all about the fact that your ex-boyfriend is getting married. Got it," Shelia replied.

Bonnie nodded, "Good behavior, Grams."

"Of course," Sheila winked as they stopped in front of the door to the suite.

"Oh come on!" Damon roared as the score increased to a 20-point lead for the Detroit Devils. He slammed down his glass of bourbon. He wasn't the biggest basketball fan, but he likes to win and watching this game was torture. He could do better as a point guard than the guy getting paid millions on the court.

"Damon…" Bonnie's voice caused him to turn from the court. Glimpsing at her, whatever anger he felt over the game dissipated. It was still a little unnerving to see her outside of the coffee shop. The tight tee with the Devil Girl logo and ripped jeans she had on accentuating her butt were subtlety turning him on. Her hair was up in a high ponytail and it help to display her very kissable neck, "Bonnie," he took three long strides over to her. He must've had tunnel version, because it was only when he was in front of her did he notice that she was with someone.

"Damon, this is my grandmother Sheila Bennett," Bonnie gestured to the petite woman standing next to her. She and Bonnie had the same expressive eyes and the same complexion.

"Nice to meet you," Damon stuck out his hand noticing the way Sheila's eyes danced for a few moments, before she took his hand. She shook it for a few moments before cocking her head to the side, "Big hands and long fingers, very nice," she commented.

Bonnie gasped, "Grams!"

Damon felt like he was missing something as he looked between Bonnie and Sheila, so he decided to take that moment and introduce everyone else in the room, "Ms. Bennett, this is my brother Stefan Salvatore and one of my very close friends, Tanner Reynolds."

Sheila smiled moving away from Damon, sizing up Stefan and Tanner, "Hmm…" she smirked.

"What is your grandmother doing?" Damon whispered.

"You don't want to know," Bonnie whispered back as Sheila made her way over to Stefan and Tanner striking up conversation about their energy.

"Right, want a drink?" Damon asked leading her over to the bar.

"Glass of wine…white?" she asked the bartender, who nodded pouring her a glass. Damon placed a couple of bills onto the bar and walked with Bonnie to the balcony, "so what did you think of the halftime show?"

Damon chuckled, "It was nice."

Bonnie laughed, "You can be honest. I've been to a lot of these games and I've seen how men react to the Devil Girls' performances, they are usually slack jawed."

"They are talented dancers and that is all I will say," Damon sipped his drink.

Bonnie laughed, "Well we are coming to Revel after the game, so you can meet all of those talented dancers."

"I have a VIP area already roped off for all of you."

"Trying to impress the girls?" Bonnie knocked his shoulder.

"Maybe just a little," Damon smiled down at her.

Bonnie looked down into her wine glass when she heard Sheila say, "Now, I'm going to give you some pointers. Have you ever heard of the beaded necklace technique?" Bonnie turned to see Sheila sitting in between Stefan and Tanner and the two men were giving her their full attention, "we need to go."

Damon laughed, "But she's giving out advice."

"No…not tonight and not that kind of advice. My Grandmother doesn't understand boundaries."

"Sometimes that's not a bad thing," Damon gazed down at her with a glimmer in his eyes and suddenly he was a little thirsty in more ways than one.

"Sometimes not," she agreed.

After a few more helpful hints from Sheila, Bonnie was able to drag her grandmother out of the suite and back down to their seats, "Well that was a pleasure," Sheila smiled making her way towards their section.

"I bet it was for you."

"Well you know, I find those in need of my advice wherever I go."

"Sure," Bonnie shook her head headed towards their seats.

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The basketball game after party was underway by the time that Damon, Stefan and Tanner walked into Revel. Damon needed to run financial reports before Bonnie and the rest of the crew arrived. He grabbed a drink from the bar and headed up to his office. The hometown team got annihilated, but that also meant that the winning team would be celebrating at his place and spending lots of money. He opened his office door expecting to walk straight to his desk, but he was met with a surprise wearing a short black dress, "Hi Damon."

"Andie," he breathed out.

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While Bianca spoke with their parents, Bonnie stood by casually chatting with some of Bianca's fellow dancers and she caught Marcel moving towards her. In one night, she found out her ex-boyfriend was engaged and she had a completely platonic moment with Damon—so it was only right that she would make nice with the one that her sister was obsessed with setting her up with.

"So we meet again?" Marcel met her in the hallway.

"We do. I'm sorry about last time, Bianca caught me a little off guard."

He nodded with a bright smile, a perfect smile, "It's ok, I know Bianca and how she can be. However, I'm not disappointed that I finally get to meet the Great Bonnie."

Bonnie snickered, "The Great Bonnie, huh?"

"Bianca talks about you a lot. Her twin, the one who is an advertising executive climbing to the top of her firm in record time. The one who gives great advice and keeps her on the straight and narrow. The one who everyone likes."

Bonnie's eyes widened, "My sister said that?"

"Yes, I did Sissy…despite you being uptight, you are one of my absolute favorite people in the world, so are we ready to hit the club and dance until the sun rises?" Bianca wrapped her arm around Bonnie's shoulder.

"I will be asleep by 2am," Bonnie deadpanned.

"Maybe," Bianca stated walking down the hallway towards the exit.

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Damon sat at his desk staring at Andie as she told him how much she missed him and how she made a mistake from walking away from him. She was dressed in a tight little black dress, one that he actually bought her. She wore her hair in waves, just the way he liked it and she was saying all the right things, "And I realize that I was a complete bitch to Sandy," she finished.

"Andie…"

"Damon, I know that I was obnoxious when it came to working here and dating you, but Damon…I miss you," she moved around the desk to stand in front of him, "you mean a lot to me Damon," she took his hand in hers and brought him to her height, "and I want to have a chance to show you. I have a new job, somewhere else and I just want to start over…start off better."

Damon touched Andie's cheek and she took that as a sign of his acquiescence, she pulled him closer to her and placed her lips on his. At first, Damon hesitated, but then the kiss deepened. "I want you Damon," she whispered in his ear.

He stopped kissing her for a few moments taking her in and in one swift motion, lifted her up onto his desk as her hands went to his belt buckle. Damon placed his hands on her cheeks, drawing her in closer as he tasted the faint traces of tequila on her tongue. He felt the warmness of her hands grip onto him and he breathed out, "Andie…stop…" he grabbed her hands trying shake the haze of passion surrounding him, "we can't do this right now and as much as I want to," he rested his forehead against hers, "I don't think we should do this…not right now, not here. Maybe when I'm done here, you can meet me at my place?"

Andie kissed him and whispered in his ear, "That sounds perfect."

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Down below, Bonnie, Bianca, Elena, Matt and Marcel made their way into Revel along with a few of the dancers and basketball players from the Detroit Devils, "Ladies and Gentlemen Welcome!" Stefan greeted them at the door, "we have an entire section roped off for you," he strolled towards a couple of couches to the left of the dance floor, "despite the fact that you beat our home team so badly tonight, I am sending over some champagne so you all can celebrate," he added.

"Thank you Stefan, he's such a good host…ain't he?" Bianca wrapped her arm around Stefan giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I aim to please," Stefan wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her in closer causing her to giggle.

"Oooh I think I found a date tonight," Bianca pinched his cheek lightly.

Bonnie shook her head with an amused smirk taking a seat with Marcel on the couches, where one of the waitresses was already pouring glasses of champagne for the crowd. "This place is nice, so you're going to help them rebrand?" he asked looking around.

"I am among other things, how did you know that?"

"I told you, your sister really admires you and she talks about you all the time," Marcel bumped her shoulder, "but one thing she hasn't told me, why are you still single? Turning down marriage proposals left and right?"

He was flirting with her, while also fishing for information—it was cute, "I had a boyfriend awhile ago and we were together for a long time. It ended and since then, I've dated. Nothing serious, exactly."

"I see, so I guess you haven't been approached by someone to actually engage in something serious."

Bonnie looked over at Marcel, "Guess not," she flirted, "but what about you?"

"Well it's kind of hard when you're on the road most of the year. You try to start relationships, flying here and there but people usually want someone there with them…you know, on the cold nights."

"I see," Bonnie sipped her champagne.

"So I've been single for awhile, but truthfully I miss being in a relationship. Sharing the wins with someone, like this…" he gestured around the club, "being with someone celebrating? It's nice."

Bonnie smiled, "I can imagine."

"So are you currently dating anyone?"

Bonnie smiled taking a sip of her champagne, when movement on the stairs near Damon's office caught her eye. Damon was walking down the steps, but he was being led by a pretty woman in the tightest black dress she'd ever seen. She held onto his hand tightly and Bonnie definitely noticed that his hair looked mussed. The feeling that wrapped around her heart and squeezed silenced her for a few moments as she watched them reach the floor and the woman kiss Damon on the cheek.

"Bonnie?" Marcel brought her attention back to him.

Bonnie turned to Marcel, "No…umm…there's no prospects here in Mystic Falls," she smiled without it reaching her eyes.

"So I have a chance with you?"

Bonnie turned to him with a look of determination, "Definitely."

"Well if it isn't the Detroit Devils!" Damon walked over grinning from ear to ear without the woman, "I'm happy that you picked Revel as the place to celebrate your destruction of our beloved Richmond Renegades!"

"Well thank you Damon, the champagne is a nice touch," Bianca walked over.

"Well we aim to please," Damon made eye contact with Bonnie, who quickly moved her head to face Marcel, "Marcel, I love this song…want to dance?" he heard her ask.

"Umm…sure," Marcel smiled allowing Bonnie to lead him out towards the dance floor brushing pass him without a word.

Damon turned to watch Bonnie and Marcel laughing and smiling dancing to one of the DJ's tunes. "Hmm," he stated.

"Hmm is right," Bianca stood next to him, "so you do have a girlfriend."

Damon looked down at the petite woman beside him and shook his head, "It's complicated," he sipped his champagne.

"Well that's good to know. My sister doesn't do complicated, so if you want to go around putting your lips on her again…uncomplicate whatever you have going on," Bianca snapped before walking away from him and onto the dance floor with some of her fellow dancers.

"Babe, I have to go home and freshen up before I go to work at the bar. I will call you when I get off, meet up later tonight at your place. What should I wear or should I wear nothing at all?" Andie reached up to touch his cheek and Damon caught her hand, "Andie, I think we just need to call it a night," he stated avoiding her gaze.

"What?" her nose wrinkled slowly bringing her hand down, "what do you mean?"

"We will talk later," he whispered.

Andie's eyes grew to the size of a teacup saucers, "What!" she shrieked causing some of the lounge guests to turn heads to them, "I came to you, I apologized!"

Damon looked around uncomfortably while Andie fumed, "Andie, we can talk about this later."

"I am not someone you can play games with Damon Salvatore!" she shrieked causing more people to turn around. Mouths dropped, gasps were heard along with chuckles and some shook their heads. Andie pushed Damon away from her and stomped past him, clipping Tanner's shoulder on her way out.

"Just great," Damon grumbled under his breath.

A deep laugh came from the side of him, "Nice going Romeo," Bianca teased before heading out to the dance floor again. Damon looked over and made eye contact with Bonnie. She wasn't smiling, she wasn't laughing, she wasn't doing anything...her face was blank as she met his eyes and then quickly turned back to Marcel.

"Well that was something," Tanner walked up next to him, "guess you're really single now."

"Not now Reynolds," Damon stated.

"Come on, I'll buy you a drink," Tanner motioned to the bar.

"It's my bar," Damon responded teeth clenched.

Tanner thought for a moment, "Hmm…so it is, come on…it should be a cheap drink then."

"Actually, I think I've had enough fun for tonight. I'm going to call it a night," Damon moved away from Tanner heading towards the stairs and up to his office.

"Hey, you ok?" Marcel asked bringing Bonnie's back to him.

She gave him a weak smile. She only glanced over at Damon making his way up to his office, she didn't think Marcel would notice, "Yes, I'm fine."

"Are you and him…" Marcel gestured with his chin towards Damon's office.

"Me and Damon? No, we're just friends."

"Oh ok, well do you want to go talk to him?" Marcel asked.

"No, I think he's had enough for tonight," Bonnie laughed.

"Look, if you are friends it's fine. I don't mind. But I would like to spend some time with you while I'm in town, if you are interested."

Bonnie looked up into Marcel's sincere eyes, "I would like that."

"Good…good," he smiled broadly at her, "now go see your friend. I will be down here partying with the team."

"Sounds like a plan," Bonnie stated.

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Bap! Bap! Bap! Damon threw his foam baseball at the wall. He could hear the music playing loudly downstairs, the shouting of the patrons and the laughter. Andie exploding on him in the middle of the lounge was exactly what Stefan would throw up in his face. He had horrible taste in women and it was starting to get on his damn nerves. The last one almost killed him, this one is going to make his place of business a circus…what next?"

"Knock, knock."

He twirled around in his chair to face Bonnie standing in his doorway. She didn't look exactly angry, "Have you come to tell me that's why you shouldn't shit where you eat?" Damon questioned.

She moved into the office, "No, I wasn't going to say that. I guess being yelled at in your place of business wasn't the best thing to happen to you today."

Damon stood up from his desk, "Nooo it wasn't."

"So did you have sex with her up here?" Bonnie looked around barely hiding the look of disdain on her face.

"No."

Bonnie looked around, "I thought you two were broken up."

"Well she came back," Damon answered, "and she apologized and it was just…look, I did something I shouldn't have."

Bonnie scoffed, "You think."

"It's not what you think, we kissed and that was it…well…mostly."

"Damon, you don't have to explain to me. It's ok. If you and your girlfriend want to yell at each other…"

"We're not together," Damon rushed to say, "she apologized…"

"Marcel wants to go out on some dates while he's here," Bonnie interrupted, not knowing why exactly. She needed to put some distance between she and Damon, figuratively. Perhaps this was a preemptive strike.

Stunned into silence for a few moments, Damon found himself nodding, "That's good…nice…he seems, uh…nice."

"He is. My sister actually did a good job," she trailed off looking around, "I just wanted to come up here and make sure you were ok. You look fine to me, so I'm going to go."

"Oh sure…ok…" Damon watched as she headed towards the door, "hey Bonnie!" he called causing her to stop in her tracks and turn to him, "thank you."

She gave him a smile that pretty much made his heart grow in size (along with something else) before walking down the hallway. He cocked his head to the side as she began walking down the steps, "Bonnie Bennett," he whispered shaking his head.

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After closing the lounge and trying to pick his dignity up off the floor, Damon opened the door to his condo and dropped his keys down on the console table. It had been a long night. A very long night. Andie had sent him a bunch of 'Fuck you' texts and each one hit him like a little slap to the face. He got an eyeful of Bonnie laughing and talking to the dude her sister hooked her up with. She looked happy and there was a nagging, sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he was going to push it down…way down.

Sandy barreled over to him from her place on the floor where she had been snoring moments earlier. Bending down he gently rubbed the top of her head, "Ready to go out for a moment, girl?" he asked retrieving her leash from the wall and fastening it to her collar. He opened the door allowing the cold hair to hit him as he allowed Sandy to explore the front yard. Removing his phone, he finally decided to delete Andie's messages and her number from his phone and almost immediately another text came in, "Home from Revel?" He gazed down at the message with his hand hovering over the delete button, "Don't ignore me Damon, you know I hate that," the second message popped up. He looked around before pressing the number—it was silly, but he was still paranoid.

"Well you decided to stop avoiding me," she purred on the other end, "I figured you realized that wouldn't be the best thing to do for long."

"Sabine, how can I help you?"

"You know how you can help me, but you've been playing hard to get."

"No, I've been making it clear that I'm not interested in whatever we had before. It was bad for the both of us…me moreso than you and Tanner would breathe fire if he ever found out."

"Tanner doesn't ever have to know. Do you remember the fun we used to have. In Antigua…in Maui…you remember, don't you?" she enticed him with her Anne Bancroftesque voice, "Damon, no one has to know. It could just be about us."

Damon closed his eyes. He could feel her touch, her lips…how she felt beneath him. A bark snapped him back to reality as Sandy stared up at him waiting to gain entry into the condo, "Sabine, maybe we should just leave the past in the past. We had good times, but they're over now. Have a good night," Damon stated before she could take another breath, he ended the call breathing in deeply, "let's go to bed Sandy," he opened the door following the beagle inside knowing full well that he would pay for ending the call that way.

Bonnie and Damon are trying to keep it platonic and professional, how long will that last exactly?

Sheila was the MVP this chapter. Love her to pieces!

Andie and Sabine took Damon through some changes this chapter. Sabine will be a HUGE problem as the details of their tryst come to light.

Bonnie had a rollercoaster of emotions in this chapter. She will take great pains to get some things back on track.

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