Ch. 9

Elena rushed through her closet attempting to find something suitable to wear for her stolen weekend with Damon.

Damon…

She still couldn't believe that after all this time, he could be the one to make her knees go weak. Suddenly she felt foolish wasting all those years on Stefan. After all, he couldn't care less about where she was right now; he was too busy with his fiancé. Elena couldn't think of a better distraction to her bleeding heart than Damon. He was handsome, a little rough around the edges, and still such a mystery to her. He intrigued her psyche and she found herself bewildered by his instant attraction to her. She wondered if it was because of her change of appearance or if he'd felt this way for a while. She longed to know, and decided she would soon figure out a way to find out.

Grabbing for the final outfit to complete her weekend ensembles she packed it into her suitcase on the bed. Zipping up her bags she felt almost giddy with excitement, and welcoming the day ahead.

Damon was floored. As he stood in his closet staring at a wall of white shirts he couldn't believe what he was packing his bags for: a romantic weekend with Elena Gilbert.

He seemed to have had this dream for years. Yet somehow he always pictured it much differently. It wasn't due to a distraction, and certainly not a way for his parents to get what they wanted. He just wanted it to be about them, and now it seemed tainted somehow. He sighed grabbing a few more needed essentials and tucked them into his leather bag. Smirking he walked across the room to his end table and opened the drawer. Reaching down he grabbed the squares of foil he hoped to use soon, and tucked one in his pocket while the rest made their way into his suitcase. One could never be too careful about safe sex, he thought and he hoped this weekend would prove not to disappoint.

Damon reached for his bags as he heard a soft knock on his bedroom door, maybe I'll be using them sooner than I thought he mused waiting to see Elena behind him.

"That was fast." He stated turning around to find Laura Salvatore in the doorway.

"Mother, " he said in shock, "I wasn't expecting you."

"I noticed. I have a request for you while you're up at the Lake house this weekend."

"Aren't I doing enough of your errands lately?" Damon asked picking up his bags and walking towards the door.

"Not so fast," she said putting up a hand to stop him. He stilled and his arms sagged waiting to leave.

"You're going to ask Elena to take pictures of the Lake house for me this weekend."

"Why? Is it up for auction? Did your bridge club finally find a new place to stow their yacht?" Damon said bemused. The last thing he wanted to be kept busy with other things while he was with Elena.

"Very funny. I'm selling it. You're father thought it best to get a heads up on our real-estate options while we're still above water."

Damon nearly dropped his bags.

"Well mom your confidence in me is overwhelming." Damon spat. He knew what this meant. Giuseppe didn't think he could keep Elena busy enough to distract her so he'd resorted to other tactics.

"Now come on Damon, you know I had nothing to do with this. Your father simply wants to cover the bases. We could be in a lot of trouble if this merger doesn't go through."

"No I understand, he doesn't think I can do it. He doesn't believe that I have what it takes to be a distraction to Elena."

"That's ludicrous, why would he even ask if he didn't think you would be capable?"

"Because he's waiting for me to fail, so saint Stefan so he can confirm all his doubts about him accepting me into the business. You know he'd rather Stefan become CEO than me admit it." Damon said leaning over his mother. She looked fearful, as if he would hit her. Tears began to well up in her eyes and Damon found himself dropping his bags to hold her.

"Oh Damon." She said, sobbing into his blazer, "I never understood it not once. You work so hard for him, and you've proven your loyalty countless times. I know he's hurt you, but know this," she stated looking up into her eldest son's eyes. "I know you are capable, and I trust you whole heartedly. Just please don't let this get in the way of your happiness darling."

"I won't mom, I promise." He stated giving her a kiss on the forehead.

She sighed and stepped back looking his appearance over. He'd donned on a navy blazer and white t-shirt, with a belt and light washed blue jeans. She decided the look would do for his weekend trip. Her son could be quite handsome when he wanted to be. Something told her this opportunity was something he'd been waiting for, for awhile now."

"You have a good time son. I'll see you on Monday."

Damon leaned down to pick up his bags, and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Don't worry, I plan to." He stated walking out the doors and down the stairs to his perfect getaway.

After meeting Elena in the driveway, and packing up their trunk they sank into the back seat of the Benz together. Elena found it awkward being so close to someone she had such an attraction to but knew so little about. Damon had always been someone who seemed guarded and she'd always feared of getting too close. Now she sat next to him, her father driving them to the Salvatore Jet, and he was reaching for her hand. It felt so warm and wide in hers. She decided she liked the feel of it, and didn't pull away.

Turning towards her, Damon spoke asking, "Did you bring your camera?"

Elena looked at him startled. She didn't remember telling him she had a camera, but she had indeed packed it for the trip. She knew the atmosphere would be perfect for her active artistic mind.

"As a matter of fact yes, I have." She stated looking at him questioningly. "How did you know I took pictures?" she inquired.

"I know many things about you Elena." Damon replied.

His response made Elena tingle all over and she sighed as he squeezed her hand. She looked up to the front of the vehicle where Grayson's expression had become one of a bemused nature. She wondered what he could be so happy about.

"Mother wants us to take pictures of the place, you know the kind that make it look bigger than it is? Apparently they're considering selling it."

"Oh that's too bad." Replied Elena, "But I'm glad to help in anyway I can."

"Thank you." Damon said lifting her hand to his lips and kissing it tentatively. Elena felt her heart skip a beat as they turned down the winding road to their destination.

A few moments later it seemed, they had arrived to the Salvatore Jet where they were accompanied by personal flight attendants. Elena walked onto the plane in awe. Everything surrounding her was so grand that she barely knew how to react. The jet was lined with comfortable seating and plush leather seats for them. An attendant buckled her belt for her as she asked Damon what he would like to drink.

"Bourbon, neat. Elena?" he asked.

"White wine would be lovely." She said, and the blonde woman instantly disappeared from sight.

Sinking into the chairs she noted that they faced each other, and wondered how she was going to handle Damon's piercing blue stare as they made their way to the coast. She practically sighed with relief as he pulled out his briefcase and pulled out papers.

"What are those for?" she asked.

"Paperwork for the merger, don't worry I won't take too long." He said, glancing down at the paperwork from Forbes Magazine with apparent distaste.

"What about the time we saved taking the jet?" Elena asked, smirking.

"I'm saving it for later."

"No you're not." She said, understanding his need to be busy. Something told her he wasn't used to sharing his time with others, especially women.

She leaned back and enjoyed the ride, occupying herself with a magazine, sipping her wine, and occasionally watching Damon work. The hours passed and she noticed his intense concentration, and that he would bite his lip in frustration occasionally. She was surprised about the reaction that simply function had on her. Her center ached just seeing it. She quickly decided her current distraction with the magazine wasn't working so she decided to bother him some more.

"Damon…" she practically cooed.

"Yes." he drawled out smirking and looking up into her brown eyes.

"Are you excited to be traveling back to the Lake house?" She asked, leaning over so that her face was inches away from his.

"Only about the company." He stated. His gaze crawled over her as Elena felt every nerve ending ignite remembering their kiss that morning. She hadn't wanted him to stop, and now she longed for him to do it again. Reaching down she undid her seatbelt and leaned forward more, craning her neck towards his. Damon got the message quickly and grasped her head in between his hands again, his pen dropping to the floor.

"Oh Elena you'll be my undoing." He said leaning in.

"I'm counting on it." She replied, throwing the papers to the floor, and straddling his lap, as his mouth claimed hers. Elena's heart nearly beat out of her chest as his hands quickly left her neck to travel to the buttons on her black chemise. Damon's lips left hers soon after trailing kisses down her neck and meeting in the valley of her breasts. Elena moaned with desire as she felt his length hardening below her core. She yearned to set it free, and throw caution to the wind.

"You're so beautiful." He exclaimed undoing the last button of her top, and throwing it to the floor. Craving his kiss, she bent to capture his lips with hers once more, until a loud sound startled her and she woke up.

It was the seatbelt signal and Elena had fallen asleep in front of Damon. Straightening herself she glanced across to find Damon still at work, and her top still firmly buttoned. She breathed a sigh knowing this would be a very long trip, and that Damon Salvatore would in fact be her undoing.

*****AUTHORS NOTE******

OK I know that was a little saucy…maybe I'll change this to a M rated fanfic…sorry about the intense daydream. Its really only a taste of whats to come. Hope you're enjoying the read! ~iHeart1202

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