It's Tuesday, great! I don't see Damon until after lunch today. Our schedule is still being worked out.

I look at my planner and appointments and all see is Damon's name and schedule times:

Monday: Damon 7:45 am, Mason 8:30 am, Andie 9:15 am, Break-15 min., Classes 10:15-1:00, Group 1:15-3:45, Home

Tuesday: Classes 7:45-11:45, Damon 1:15 pm, Break 15 min., Richard and Carol 2:15 pm, Mason 3:00 pm, Home

Wednesday: Andie 7:45 am, Richard and Carol 8:30 am, Bill 9:15 am, Damon 10:00 am, Break-15 min.,Mason 11:00, Group 11:15-1:45, Home

Thursday: Classes 7:45-11:45, Group 1:15-3:45, Damon 4:15 pm, Home

Friday: Bill 12:00 am, Classes 1:45-3:45, Damon 4:15pm, Home

Damon is the only client I see every day and I wonder if it's starting to get to me that this will be my life for the rest of the month. I don't know what to think anymore.

I know I am attracted to Damon. Is it that he's my client is affecting me? Or the fact that he's never had a relationship? I don't know why I'm being so affected by him.

I want to understand Damon, I really do and I want to help him. The pained look on his face, during our session the other day really had an impact on me. I just wanted to go over to him and hold and tell him "I'm here and everything will be okay." But I can't because it's my job to be distant and pulled away and not feel for my client's situations or feel for my clients at all!

I can't stop thinking about our kiss and how much I just want to kiss him again. Is it wrong, that kissing him felt right? I'll never know, it's not like I can ask my boss' that. It'd be unprofessional and definitely get me fired for sure.

…

"Good afternoon, Damon." I say politely as I am in a much better mood today than when I last saw him yesterday morning.

"Morning Elena." He smirked as he walked to take a seat on the tan suede sofa he sat on yesterday.

"Are you ready to begin?" I ask as I take my seat with my notepad and pen ready in my hand.

"Yes, but I'd like to ask you some questions if you don't mind?" his said suspiciously.

"Why would you need to ask me questions?" I wonder.

"I would like to know who I'm purging all my personal secrets and stories to like a teenage anorexic." He replied.

"Okay, just a few." I sigh.

"Oh no, that won't hardly be enough," he says "however, what if we go out for coffee after our session I'm sure we could talk more openly." He suggests.

"I don't know about that," I say unsure.

"Do you have an appointment right after me?" he asks hoping I don't.

"Actually I do, but I have a 15 minute break in-between." I say glancing down at my schedule.

"Great, coffee it is." Damon says enthusiastically.

"I don't know Damon," I say again unsure. "How much do you actually want to know?" I wonder again.

"I want to know everything Elena." He answers seriously. There is no longer a sweet smile on his face, I know right now he means it.

"It's just…" I start, but he cuts me off.

"No Elena, we are going for coffee at the Grill, for your 15 minute break and that's all there is to it. I will not take no for an answer." He says firmly.

"Fine," I sigh, "but it is NOT a date. Understood?" I say firmly in response.

"Fine by me, we can do that another time." He smolders.

I stare at him wide-eyed and stunned he just said that. I thought we got somewhere yesterday, to an understanding between us, now that's all out my French styled windows.

…

Damon's POV

Elena has her head down and she is looking through her text messages. Why won't she look at me?

We left her office for coffee less than a minute ago, and she's been quiet ever since. Elena hasn't looked up from her phone since we took a seat at the Grill down the street from where she works.

I ordered us two cups of coffee and they still haven't arrived, I'm just waiting for the waitress to bring them over for a distraction. I feel uneasy that she would rather go through her messages that talk to me. Let me tell you it's not a good ego booster.

"Elena please talk to me." I say kindly.

"What about?" she asks without looking up from her blackberry.

"You know what about." I say annoyed. Is she really going to try and ignore me?

"Fine, Damon ask away and I'll answer as honestly as I can." She says even more annoyed than I am.

I take this chance; this is the only green light I need. GO.

"What's your favorite color?" I ask fast.

This got her attention, she looks up at me trying to decide if I'm serious and then she throws her head back and luahs a little before looking back at me.

"Oh you're serious?" She asks with a smile tugging at her mouth. What a beautiful smile she has, and her laugh is so care-free.

"Yes, Elena" I say "I'm serious." I look at her features, and she sighs.

"Damon, I hardly doubt that's what you want to know but fine my favorite color today is yellow, because it's bright and happy." She says over-looking my expression.

"Wait your favorite color today?" I ask warily.

"Yeah my favorite color today," she says, "My favorite color depends on my mood whether I'm sad, happy, angry, lonely, tired, etcetera." She says.

I think about her answer, and it surprises me. She is so different than I expected she would be, and I like it.

"That's interesting," I say" So what would be your favorite color if you were sad?" I say trying to make her as comfortable as possible.

"When if I were sad it would probably be a darker color like navy blue or grey, it always changes depending on my mood like I said, or the weather, sometimes anything really." She shrugs.

Amazing. I am totally and utterly amazed. I'm surprised my jaw hasn't dropped and I'm not catching flies.

I decide to go a little deeper and ask a more serious question.

"And do you have family around here?" I ask hoping she'll open up a bit.

She looks me in the eyes intently and then decides to answer.

"Yeah I have a younger brother Jeremy, who also lives here in Mystic Falls, and an Aunt Jenna who lives here as well." She says.

"And your parents?" I ask unaware that this question will ruin any and all chances I have of getting her to open up more.

"They passed away six years ago when I was 16." She says sadly.

"Elena, I'm sorry I didn't know." I say apologetically, but it's too late I can see her closing up, I can see her eyes going blank.

"Don't worry about it. Look are we done here? I have to get back to work." She says getting up and putting a five dollar bill on the table.

"But our coffee…" I say.

"I'll just get it to-go. See you Damon." She says as she walks away.

I knew I shouldn't have started with the deep questions so fast. I was just getting her to open up and just like that she closed up again.

Oh well, back to square one. I sigh.

…

Elena's POV

I grabbed my coffee and left the grill as fast as I could. It wasn't Damon's fault he didn't know about my parents. How could he? I wasn't planning on leaving but I had to, I was starting to tear up and I couldn't let him see me cry. I just couldn't. I hate to cry in front of other people, it makes me feel weak, and I am not weak. I am a strong independent woman, and I don't need a man to make my life complete.

I was wiping away my tears as I walked into the office. I heard Caroline giggling and I hear male laughter. Oh no I hope that's not Damon; I really don't want to see him until I have my emotions in check.

I walk past Rose at the reception desk and give her a smile, and I quickly walk towards Caroline's office and see her and Tyler Lockwood talking. More like flirting. Only Caroline could flirt during work hours and get away with it. She may be the boss, but there are still rules for a reason.

"Hey Caroline." I say making myself know. "Tyler." I nod in his direction. And he nods back.

"Hey Elena, I was just hired Tyler as our new male sex therapist." Caroline said to me.

"Oh, you so finally decided to take my advice?" I questioned with a smirk.

"Yes, I thought it would bring in more business." She replied.

"I better get going." Tyler said to Caroline.

"Yes, you start Friday I'll see you then." Caroline said sweetly as she escorted him out of her office.

When Caroline returned she shut the door and pressed her back against and squealed.

"Care, what has gotten into you?" I ask going over to her.

I gasp. "You like him! Don't you?" I whisper loudly so she can hear but no one else.

Caroline just looks at me nods, and smiles.

"I really do." She answered with an awe-struck smile on her face.

"And why didn't you tell me you were hiring a male sex therapist?" I ask angry at her.

Caroline's smile dropped and she groaned.

"Don't start Elena please?" she asks. "I didn't want to make a big deal about it. I wasn't even sure about it. I was just doing interviews." She says.

I sigh. "You could've at least told me" I say again.

"I know I should've but I have too much pride, and I didn't want to admit you were right." She says halfheartedly.

"But, when you're right you're right." She says looking me in the eyes.

"I know I am." I say smiling. "I'm just waiting for you to realize it." I smirk at her and she giggles.

"Elena Gilbert did you just smirk at me?" she laughs.

Oh my god did I just smirk at her? When did I start smirking? It's because of Damon, I'm sure of it. Damnit!

"I guess I did." I reply with a giggle.

"Where'd you pick that up from?" she laughs again.

"I have no idea." I say as I walk out of her office and head towards mine.

I do know where I got it from. Him. I got it from Damon.

Author's Notes: Damon finally learns about Elena's parents. Interesting. Sorry lovely readers, I was going to have Elena learn about Stefan in this chapter but it just didn't feel right. I'm going to stretch it out just a little bit and build some suspense. Please don't hate me, it'll be revealed soon, I promise. Anyway Please Review! Remember No Reviews/No Updates my biggest rule. And please be honest. Questions? Comments? Suggestions? Are all welcome. :)