Chapter 1: Tame The Beast

The sun shined through the wide double glazed windows, the blinders blocking out what they could. New York was a shimmer beyond hope. A new world. Full of people who had different views on life. They were focused on different outcomes. A mass of people and only one person could stick out and not be qualified into any group. A guy who had the world in his hands, held the life of every person. A guy who had a life among gods. Guys wanted to be him. Girls wanted to date him.

His jet black hair hung in a suitable fashion as he stared out of the office window. His blue eyes full of promise and secrets as he stared at the other skyscrapers taking over the city. Bringing his hands together, he held his finger to his lips in deep thought. The pinstripe suit he was wearing, bringing out the shades of his eyes and not leaving much to the imagination when it came to his body. By the looks of it, he had the whole package, but only few of the lucky girls got the time of day to see that side of him. The guy they called god...was the one and only Damon Salvatore.

Licking his lips to settle the dryness, he leaned forward in his chair, typing on his computer until he heard beeping through his phone. Turning his attention towards it, he pressed a button as a voice began speaking.

"Sir, your 10'o'clock is here." Nancy's voice flowed through as he rolled his eyes.
"My 10'o'clock?" Damon questioned, picking up his glass of water as he took a sip, the cold liquid moving down his throat swiftly.
"Your interview for the P.A job sir? Your P.A?" The blonde answered sweetly as he held back the urge to roll his eyes again.
"Another one...right. Send them through." Taking his finger from the button, he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his fingers against his chin.

Nancy was the wrong choice to sleep with. She was looking for too much and came on strong. Clingy. She was looking for relationship material and that in no way described the being that Damon Salvatore was. Typing on his computer again, he looked up from his screen and over to the door when he heard a knock.

"Come in!" Damon called out, breathing deeply. Another stupid P.A who didn't know anything about what he did and why he did what he did or WHO he was.

The door slowly opened as a Brunette walked in, wearing a pencil skirt and a tight blouse that shaped her figure with her hair in a high ponytail and a touch of make up as she hugged folders to her chest and looked around timidly as she pressed the door closed. Looking up, he licked his lips after a while as he took in the beauty beyond him. Fuckable. Sitting up straight, he stood up and walked around the desk towards her.

"I'm Damon Salvatore." He told her, holding out his hand as she looked at it and slowly placed her hand in his, shaking it.
"I know. I'm Elena Gilbert sir. I've come for an interview to be your P.A." She bit her lip, causing him to inwardly groan as he nodded.

"Right...Miss Gilbert...P.A position for me" Brushing himself down, he ushered to a seat across from his desk as he sat back behind it.
"Oh." Taking a seat where he pointed, she let out a small breath and placed her folders on her lap.
"Okay...tell me. Why do you think you are suitable for the position as my Personal Assistant?" He leaned back, looking at her and looked her over again, not being able to take his eyes off of her.

"Sir...uh Mr Salvatore. I believe...uh." Clearing her throat, she breathed deeply and gave him soft smile, "I may not be perfect. I may not be a blonde with the 'brains'. But I have courage, I have initiative, I have skill. I might not look like I can do this, but with a chance...I can prove you wrong and show that I am worth the fuss."

Damon quirked an eyebrow as a smirk graced his lips, causing her to blush and shift in her seat as she tried to avert from his gaze. The heat in the room was building and she could feel it. Licking her lip, she looked back at him, to see him staring straight at her.

"Sir...I know I can do this. I can prove to you that I'm worth it. Please, just give me a chance and let me prove it to you." Elena told him, her eyes full of hope.
"Fine." He stated, crossing his arms as she watched her continue to babble to herself.
"I'd be the best P.A you would have and I...what?" The brunette questioned, shock running through her as he sat forward in his chair.
"I said fine Miss Gilbert." Raising from his chair, he walked to the window and looked out, taking in the sight of the other buildings.
"Oh...OH." Getting up she bit her lip and glanced at him, "Thank you so much sir." Smiling, she hurried out the door as he tried not to laugh and pressed the button on his phone.

"Nancy, make sure on the way out that you give Miss Gilbert our company package. Let her know she starts Monday, 9 sharp." Letting go of the button, he sat back in his seat and let out a breath, rubbing his temples.

Could she have worn tighter clothes? Breathing deeply, he rubbed his legs and slowly got up, pacing back and forward. Great. Now he needed someone to fuck to take away the edge. He was in for a rough ride with Elena Gilbert.

The building was full of shine. It was perfect. Everything you could wish for within a top-notch office building. Seeing as it belonged to Damon Salvatore, there was no surprise to why it was so perfect and laid out the way that it was. Showing her new ID to the security guard, he passed it back and allowed her through to the elevator as she stepped inside and pressed the last floor number. The doors closed over as she stepped back and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She had to prove herself. Damon Salvatore was a powerful man. It was hard to breathe around him, never mind be worthy enough of his presence. Tilting her head back, she licked her lips, soothing the dryness as she thought about her new boss. The crystal blue eyes, the kind that held a promise. His pinstripe suit that showed his fine body. He was a god. The funny thing is, he knew it.

As the elevator came to a halt, a small noise of surprise left her mouth as she stepped out when the doors opened. Looking down the long hall, she swallowed as she remembered last friday. She'd walked down this long hall, thinking of all the things she could say to convince the god to take her on. Walking to the desk, she seen that girl Nancy and remembered the daggers she was being sent as soon as she had left Damon's office.

"Ah...Miss Gilbert." She hissed un-impressed and picked up her phone, calling Damon's phone, "Sir, your P.A is here."
"Send her through.." His husky tone flowed through the phone, sending a shiver down Elena's body.
"Right." Hanging up the phone, she glared at Elena, "Don't think you're the high top class sweetheart because you got this position, alright?"

Elena held back a laugh and saluted her, only opening a opportunity for her to receive more daggers as she brushed herself down and opened the door to Damon's office, walking in. Licking her lips, she seen him at the window taking in the view. Another pinstripe suit. She'd never get bored with that sight. Closing the door over, she held her bag close to her and tried not to seem to nervous.

"Elena Gilbert." Damon turned to her, his blue eyes sparking as he grinned, causing butterflies to bang against the rim of her stomach.
"That's me sir." Elena responded, trying not to stare too much, knowing it would cause embarrassment for her.

"I'm aware of that, thank you." He responded, amusement in his tone as heat rushed to her cheeks, the embarrassment already starting.
"Sorry sir." The brunette looked around the office, remembering it from the last time.

Very sleek. Black tiled floor. From the shine, she would have guessed that he had it waxed every other day. The double glazed windows, spotless and to perfection. White leather sofa's with a white rug, causing her to smile. He had good taste, it was a good style layout. The pictures hanging on the wall, were travel pictures of sorts. Different tourist spots. Glancing over to his desk, she bit her lip seeing that it was made of glass with a black leather chair behind it. The Mac took up half of it, causing her to laugh and notice how the rest of his desk was organised.

"Something funny?" Raising an eyebrow, he unbuttoned his jacket and took it off, hanging it on the back of his chair as she looked at him, trying not to gape.
"Uh...no. Nothing at all...not at all." Giving him a smile, she shrugged and looked around as a smirk spread across his face, watching her.

Could she look anymore sexy? Licking his lips, he inwardly groaned as his eyes traced her body from head to toe. She was wearing a black mid-thigh dress that hugged all the right places with the most amazing shoes in the world. Red fuck me heels. Shaking his head, he let out a breath. God forbid who ever made the masterpiece.

"Right. I'll show you around and I will show you to your office." Damon got up and opened the door, "After you."
"Thank you." Stepping out of the office, she smiled at Nancy as she sent glares at her again.
"This way." Damon shut the door over and led her down the hall, the sound of her heels knocking against the floor.

"Your receptionist doesn't like me very much does she?" Elena quirked an eyebrow, trying not to laugh as he looked down at her with a grin.
"Because I only fucked her once." He walked ahead as Elena tried not to gasp out loud with how forward he was. What did that even have to do with her glaring at her?

Swallowing, she gained her composure and began following him down the hall again, taking her time to look around and take in the different rooms. As they came to a stop, she looked at the door and gasped seeing that the door had a plaque with her name on, causing her to grin and tilt her head in interest.

"This Miss Gilbert is your office." Opening the door, he walked in as she walked in after him and froze suddenly.
"Wow." She whispered, placing her bag down.

It wasn't as big as his, it was smaller, more personal, more private. It was just beautiful. A black couch sat against the wall with a plant next to it and her desk sat at the other end of the room with a mac on it. There was a small rug, purple as it matched the white tiled floor.

"To your expectation?" Damon's voice murmured into her ear as he was standing behind her, causing to let out a nervous breath.
"Way...WAY above my expectations." Elena responded, feeling the warmth their bodies were sending to each other as they were standing so close.
"I'm glad you like it." He murmured, his breath tingling the skin on her neck as a blush graced her cheeks.
"Yeah." Moving forward, she turned to him, feeling air going back into her lungs as she stared at him, "It's perfect. Thank you Sir."

A grin covered his face as he looked her over and stepped closer, watching her breathing stop as she stared him, not knowing what to do as he took her hand, pressing a simple kiss to it as she felt shivers. Moving back to the door, he nodded.

"Have a good day Miss Gilbert. I'll contact you later." Stepping out, he closed the door behind him as she blushed furiously and collapsed on to the couch, not knowing what to do.

She was in for a ride and she knew it. She was working for a bachelor. Sure, she heard he was good in bed, he looked it to. She knew what she was coming into and she still did it. She still came for the interview. Many reasons why...one of the main reasons was Damon Salvatore.

If someone was going to tame the beast...why should it not be her?

A/N: Hey everyone :S Well THIS is the first chapter. If I should continue, drop some comments and let me know :D

Shauna
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