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SUNDAY:
Elena pov:
I feel sick, I have done all morning. Sunday has come around fast, too fast and I don't like it one bit. Damon will be here in less than an hour and all I've done is dry heave over the bowl. I suck and my life sucks... I have been coaxed into this shit and it's making me ill. I mean who in their right mind wants to follow a rich douche, OK granted he is a hot rich douche around for a week watching him play god, and go on like the whole world revolves around him... ugh. I decide to take a deep breath and just deal with it... why I'm nervous I don't know but I will not falter in front of him, he will never see me nervous or intimidated. This is my job and I'm a total professional when it comes to work... ask Stefan.
I swill my face with cold water before applying some light makeup and combing through my hair. I'm already dressed in a professional but slightly provocative knee length black dress... what? I gotta do something to drive him wild while I go bat shit crazy all week, did y'all think I would make this easy for him? Not a chance. Stefan has filled me in on how Damon thinks I'm gorgeous... blah, blah, blah but if that will be his weakness then I will play on it and I will not suffer alone.
My phone beeps indicating a text message, I open it.
*Gud luck for 2day Gilbert... ur gunna need it trust me... n remember what I said, flash the flesh lmao. Stef*
Ohh thanks for the vote of confidence douche.
I hit reply.
*Fuk u Salvatore, I've a sneaky feeling that Damon is the one who's going to need all the luck he can get consider the flesh flashed- Elena*
I giggle to myself at how stupid me and Stefan can be sometimes and even if he does get right on my nerve ends at work he is really becoming a close friend to me. I throw my phone down on the couch and start to pace the room. He's due any minute now and if he's late I'm so gunna tear him a new one. I never let Damon... or Stefan for that matter see how uptight and nervous Damon makes me, its absolutely ridiculous no one has ever made me feel the way he makes me feel. I think Stefan is starting to work it out though.
I keep smoothing my dress over with my hands, fidgeting not quite knowing what the fuck to do with myself. The doorbell chimes and scares the shit out of me.
Yeah like that helps my situation.
I smooth my dress over once more and mentally tell myself to stop and just calm the fuck down. The man on the other side of this door infuriates me and means nothing to me... I have to be professional and it's as simple as that.
"Hello Mr. Salvatore" I say in my best "telephone voice" as I open the door.
He is standing here wide eyed gawking at me, his eyes skimming over every inch and curve of my body. I smile to myself knowing that my secret plan to drive him wild may actually work. Damon is in all fairness drop dead gorgeous with his piercing blue eyes that sparkle like diamonds...
Okay Elena that's enough of that!
And his smile is a real panty dropp...
ENOUGH!
"Ms. Gilbert" he simply says and walks straight past me into my apartment.
I see he left his fucking manners at home today! Speaking of his eyes I feel like poking the son of a bitch right in them.
He stands in the middle of my sitting room taking a good look around, smiling to himself every now and then while I stand by the door just ready to get myself and him out of my home. He picks up a framed family photo of me, Kat, Jeremy, my mum Jenna and my dad Rick and I don't like that at all, that shit is personal.
"Salvatore! When you have quite finished taking in the scenery and putting your dirty paws on my family photos... I'm ready to go. Who the fuck knows where said paws were last night" I scoff picking up my laptop and video camera and motioning him to leave with my free arm. I sigh at the thought of having to film his smug ass.
"Calm down Elena, I just got here. Are you not going to offer me a drink... or maybe something a little more interesting?" He pauses for a moment then sets the picture back down in it's rightful place.
Did I tell you how infuriating he is?
"Damon, I'm here to do a job... not sit around sipping coffee and making small talk or anything else for that matter... are you good to go?" I snap.
"Your right, I'm sorry. I'm just playing. You know you really need to lighten up if you want to make it through this week" he says walking slowly past me and brushing his finger over my cheek.
I shake off the shiver off and slam the door to my apartment quite loudly clearly letting him know I am not in the mood for his flirtatious behavior. We're only about an ten minutes into this thing, and I'm already dreading it. I can't help but be curious though; what did Damon do in his everyday life? We all see him in the lime light but what really goes on behind closed doors? I'm certainly eager to find out.
"So how exactly does this work?" Damon asks when I catch up to him.
"How exactly does what work?" I ask... kind of confused by his question.
"You know this week, how do you want to go about this? Get involved or just sit and watch what I do from the sidelines?" He asks quirking a manicured brow at me, which reminds me I need to get mine waxed sometime in the near future.
"Ohh... you just do what you do and I'll try to stay out of your way, I think that's for the best" I honestly don't know how this week is going to go but one thing I'm sure of is that I will stay out of his way, all jokes aside Damon Salvatore is a busy man and no matter what I think of him, he is so good at what he does.
"Suit yourself Gilbert, but I have a feeling you may want to participate in some of the things I have to do this week." He smirks.
I look at him with a warily, then narrow my eyes at him "What have you done Salvatore?" I say, he chuckles "All in good time Elena all in good time" and that is all he said to me as we left my apartment building.
Damon whistles for a cab and one appears immediately out of nowhere.
Damn, he's almost as good as me.
I said almost!
"Where are we going?" I ask once we're inside. Being this close to him in such small space makes me feel the need to say something, fill the silence before things get totally awkward.
He peers down at me as he speaks. "So impatient, Ms. Gilbert."
Then he leans forward and murmurs an address to the cab driver which I can't hear, before thrusting a few bills in his hand. All the while I'm sat thinking about what the fuck I've gotten myself into. Why is he being normal? Well I say normal I never think that man will come close to normal but at least he is behaving himself... for now.
A few minutes later we arrive in front, or should I say round the back of a building. Damon steps out of the cab and continues to hold the door open for me. Once I'm out he slams it shut and leads me towards the building.
I stop short. "Okay, I know that reporters are supposed to be daring and all that shit, but you're leading me into some mysterious building through the back... and all I can think about is how easily I can access my pepper spray."
Damon chuckles. "I'm just taking extra precautions, Elena. Over the years, I've learned never to take the back entrance for granted."
Hmm, back entrance? Mind-out-of-gutter-right-about-now!
Then he says, "Besides, I would not let anyone hurt you."
I turn my head to avoid his intense gaze and I start for building again. On the other side of the door there is a steep flight of steps that we walk up. I let Damon lead the way, cause I don't know where the hell we're going. It's kind of dark here, and I'm a bit wary. I feel like I should call my friends and family and tell them I love them, just in case.
You never know.
Maybe come clean to Kat that she didn't actually lose that camisole when we were younger and that I had washed it after wearing it and shrunk it by mistake.
Man, she was torn up for weeks about that damn thing.
Suddenly Damon shoves open a heavy door, and we're met with people bustling about. The light is much brighter in here, considering they're all over the fucking place. A blond woman with a headset appears and drags Damon away.
"I'll be right back" he whispers in my ear before following the lady... his hot breath on my neck had sent a wave of something through my entire body but I shrug it off.
I eye a box of donuts sitting on a table and my stomach growls, reminding me that it is indeed empty. I grab one, not really giving a shit if they were placed out with me in mind.
I'm taking small, cautious bites not wanting to upset my stomach after this mornings fiasco, when I feel Damon's presence behind me and all my hairs stand on edge.
"Coffee?" he murmurs suggestively in my ear my body reacting in the way it did moments earlier. I turn and take the cup from him gratefully because I'm gonna need as much caffeine as possible to get me through this week maybe something a little stronger.
"Thanks." I say in between sips. I notice that he's changed into a thin, white, half-buttoned up shirt, and pants that hung low on his hips. It got really fucking hot all of a sudden. I look back up to his face, which doesn't really make it any better. "That was quick." I note. "What's this photo shoot for?" I ask as I venture further into the room.
"They'll use it for a few different things, I suppose. It's not for a specific magazine or anything." he explains.
"Oh... OK well you go and do what you do best I'll take a seat over here, take notes and maybe snap some photo's myself for the article" I say trying to look anywhere but at him. He looks totally hot and so much... different, I've only ever seen him in expensive suits. I like this casual look on him, makes him look semi-normal.
"You want to take pictures too? I know your game Gilbert, you want them for your own personal use." he states while he waggles his eyebrows at me. It looked kinda cute and I think I giggle. "Elena Gilbert... did you just giggle at me? Wow there may be a light at the end of the tunnel after all." he grins at me and obviously I did in fact giggle.
"You're such a jackass... I did giggle when you were being cute which by the way is never a word I thought I would use to describe you. But then you go right back to jackass in like three damn seconds, what is wrong with you?" I say and start towards the two sofa's that were at the back of the room in the far corner not even giving him a chance to answer that.
When I finally get my shit sorted and take a seat facing where the shoot is set up I see that Damon is stood in front of the camera looking straight at me. Our eyes meet like they have so many times before but this time was different... I could feel it. It is almost as if he is trying to tell me something through his eyes, and he looks kind of upset or pained. I don't know what the look is or what he is trying to say by it and I'm not even sure I want to know, but it's intense.
The photographer must have said something to him because he blinked, shook his head and then started to move in front of the camera which is snapping away. And as much as I needed to take notes I could not tear my eyes away from him and the movements he is making with his body. He's standing head on with one arm up over his head and the other is pulling his shirt upwards revealing his toned stomach. I have to look away at that point seen as though I find myself licking my lips at that vision and I'll be damned if he catches me doing shit like that.
To keep my eyes away from Damon's body that I now know is just as hot as his face I start to take notes and actually do what I'm here to do... my job. The first time I met Damon I thought he was the hottest man I'd ever seen but the way he looked at me and spoke to me was creepy and I made my mind up there and then that he was a total Hollywood playboy and I just don't like those kinds of people. Now that I'm working with him I'm seeing him in a totally different light... don't get me wrong he is still a jackass but certain little things he says or does make me smile. Like when he's lighthearted, and joking around. Even offering me fucking coffee and I didn't overlook the little comment he made outside about not letting anyone hurt me, that was really sweet. Still, I'd be a fool to let my guard down.
I look up when I hear the man behind the camera direct Damon to take his shirt off. Our eyes meet as he unbuttons at an excruciatingly slow pace; that is until I look away. I would never hear the end of it if I kept staring. After what seemed like a hundred more clicks of the camera, I felt Damon's weight next to me on the small couch that I was sitting on.
Damon pov:
"You okay over here?" I ask as I try to peer at the notes she's taking on her laptop. She practically cradles it to her chest and leans away.
"I'm fine, nosey." She narrows those dark orbs at me, scowling and again my dick twinges. I swear Elena Gilbert will be the death of me.
"Just checking." I sit back and make myself comfortable. "Not to sound like a teacher or anything, but what have you taken from this so far?"
"You do sound like a teacher, Damon." she laughs. "You just wanna know what I have written down about you." She rolls her eyes.
"Well, it is about me. It's only fair." I try coaxing her further.
Ha! Like you haven't coaxed her far enough already.
"It's not like I have much down. You'll know when the article comes out."
I gasp. "I have to wait that long? Come on, Gilbert. Don't I get some sort of special privilege?
She stares at me for a second, and I could swear she looks a little disappointed. "I think you've got enough special privileges, Salvatore." She turns her body away from me slightly, promptly ending our conversation and ignoring me."
What the fuck? I swear it's one step forward and two... no ten steps back with her. But it's crazy how it doesn't deter me. I will not stop until she changes her opinion of me. Yes its a bit extreme, but the woman does something to me and like I said before I want her to see the real me, not the Damon Salvatore she reads in the tabloids.
"Right. Well, I just wanted to tell you that we don't have much longer here."She nods dismissively.
After I change clothes, I pass her sitting on the couch again. She was typing away again. I think to myself, 'fuck this', and make my way over to her.
"Alright woman... what the hell went wrong between earlier and just now?" I ask. I'm dying to know what I did to make her give me the cold shoulder... AGAIN!
She looks at me startled. "What are you talking about?"
I shake my head. "Don't try to downplay it, Elena. I've got fucking frostbite from your cold ass shoulder."
She laughs humorlessly. "Don't be so dramatic." And once again, she's dismissing me.
"You know what I think?" I take the laptop from her, close it and place it on the couch beside her. Surprisingly, she lets me. "I think you need to loosen up a little and have some damn fun." I grab her hand, ignoring her squealing protests and drag her behind the camera with me.
"Damon, what the fuck are you doing? Put me down right now" Elena squeals as I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.
I signal Dan the photographer to get back behind the camera as I start to make stupid poses with Elena still over my shoulder. She is screaming and being all kinds of crazy, shouting abuse at me but I know she secretly likes it because if she really wants to get down then she would find a way. I gently bring her from my shoulder around to my front and she wraps her legs around my waist. I'm not going to lie to you, my dick went solid with Elena in the position she is and I think she notices because all of a sudden her legs grip onto me like a fucking vice, squeezing her legs together essentially trying to crush my damn pelvis.
"Ah! What the hell did you do that for?" I cry out in pain... Gilbert could fucking crack nuts with these thighs.
She leans her head seductively towards me till her mouth is near my ear "Jackass..." she whispers and I'm secretly hoping she licks my ear or something.
I go to speak but she puts her finger to my lips to stop me "You think I don't know how to have fun, Salvatore? Well I got news for you mister... my twin sister is a model and I've learnt a thing or two over the years so lets get this show on the road." she says.
I don't know what I was expecting when I dragged her over here but I was certainly not expecting the way she whispered into my ear or wrapped her legs around me. She slides down my body slowly and I thanked the lord right there and then for the slow but painful friction of her body rubbing against mine. Dan made sure to get those shots which I just know will look hot. I can't wait to see what her long ass legs look like on film because they look amazing, with that cute pair of peep toe Jimmy Choo's on.
Elena makes slow revolutions around my body, letting her hands wander freely over my bare chest and abs. She stops in front of me and our eyes lock for the third time today as she turns so that her back is pressed against my chest. My hands have a mind of their own as they roam over her skin tight dress, I'm not letting this opportunity slide I've wanted to touch her body since the first time my eyes caught sight of her. We seem to be in our own world as the camera clicks away, and she turns around so she is facing me again. I lean my forehead against hers and I can feel her sigh heavily.
"This is perfect, guys. Lovely." I vaguely hear Dan shout.
Elena smirks as she brings her hand up behind my head, gently running her fingers through there, gently caressing the back of my neck and slightly running her fingers through my hair. Suddenly, Elena peels herself from my body and parades around me, smiling smugly. I smile along with her, because how can I not? In this moment she's actually carefree and she seems genuinely happy, a look that I was not expecting to see on her the first day of being with me. I was sure they would be tears and tantrums and well Elena's smart mouth but there has only been her smart mouth so far, which I'm glad for, she wouldn't be the same without that. We screw around in front of the camera some more and it would seem that the both of us try to get our hands on each other when we can. In all honesty I just wanted to tell Dan to fuck off and then take Elena right here, right now.
What?
I can't help it, she is being all sexy and shit, letting me touch her. Sorry if it goes straight to my dick... I'm only a man after all!
"Alright, guys." Dan walks to his computer. "Yep, I think we got the shots we needed, Damon. Wanna come take a look-see?"
I look at Elena, who seems to have retreated again, one step forward, ten back remember?. I sigh before making my way over to him. The shots he has up on the screen are the shots of me and Elena. In every single one of them she's smiling, whether it be a grin, or a small, indulgent one, we also look hot, hot in a good sexy way. She looks beautiful when she smiles and that's when I realize that I will do anything to keep that look on her face.
"Thanks, man." I pat him on the back, grab my shirt and jog back over to Elena, who looks to be sending a text on her phone. "You about ready to go?"
"Yeah, just let me get my stuff." She snaps her phone closed and grabs her camera. I get her laptop and she smiles at me appreciatively.
"So my sister, Kat, just text me." She starts once we're outside. She's surprised to see that there's a car waiting for us already, but she continues on. "um, she has this thing on Thursday. She's walking in a show for Dolce & Gabbana. I told her I'd try to make it, along with my best friend, Caroline. And while it's kinda the last thing I wanna do, and I know I'm supposed to be following you around for a week, I also want to be there to support her. But I understand if you have something planned, or-"
I cut her off. "I'm free Thursday. As a matter of fact, I was having trouble deciding whether or not I should attend, and it looks like I just made my decision. I'd be happy to accompany you and your friend."
She looks shocked. "Really? Um, thanks... I appreciate it."
"No problem, Ms. Gilbert after all you'll be attending the premier with me on Wednesday so it's only fair I return the favour." I say to her as we enter the car. A look of horror appears on her face and I can almost here the cogs of her brain working in overdrive, about what she will wear. Little does she know I have got that covered too, but i think I'll wait a bit before I spring that on her.
I don't have anything else to do today so I tell the driver to head to the Echelon Chelsea to drop Elena off. I'm sure she doesn't want to spend any unnecessary time with me, and after this afternoon I don't want to push her. I know that she is secretly warming up to me, why would she act like that in front of the camera... unless it was all an act. I hope not because the way she was laughing and smiling today I realised I really like her and want her to keep smiling but most of all I want to be the reason behind her happiness.
"Well it's been a pleasure Elena, I need you early doors tomorrow have a suit fitting for the premier on Wednesday, then a lunch meeting with my agent Bonnie. That reminds me maybe Jeremy could join us for lunch, I have a proposition for him." I say as we pull up outside Elena's building.
She furrows her brow a bit. "Ok, I'll call him tonight and let him know. Better get inside if I have an early start tomorrow. Is nine ok?" She asks giving me a tight lipped smile.
I nod "Nine is perfect." she goes to step out of the car, I pull her gently back by her arm "Thank you for today, you made a boring photo shoot fun for me." Her eyes were burning into mine and as I leaned in I hear her breath hitch. I place a delicate kiss on her cheek and whisper "You're beautiful when you smile."
She blushes "Thank you Damon, I had fun today too. I will see you in the morning." she steps out of the car and I watch as her cute little ass gets out. "Stop staring at my ass Salvatore... you fucking jackass" Elena scolds me.
I laugh loudly as she slams the door shut, leans down peering through the window and flipping me her middle finger as we drive away.
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