Fifty Shades of Delena

1

I woke up with the feeling of something deep and dark. I start feeling as if the room is spinning. I sit up and look at Stefan, my boyfriend, next to me in bed. He's wearing nothing but his boxer. I am in pajama shorts and a tank top.

I get up and walk to the kitchen to eat. Suddenly my room mate Caroline walks out.

"Elena can you please go do the interview today? I'm si-" she starts coughing up a storm.

"Of course Care. I will. When Stefan wakes up can you tell him that I went to go do that for you?"

"Sure."

"Thanks," I quickly eat before getting myself ready. She sets out her questions and stuff for me. I shove it in my bag as I shove on my shoes on. Im wearing a blue blazer over a white tank top with a black tight skirt that goes down about mid thigh. My hair is straight as ever and I'm wearing the necklace Stefan gave me. My make up is simple mascara and light pink lipstick. I hug Caroline before heading out to my black van.

It was a rather lengthy drive to his office in Atlanta, Georgia. When I walk in I am told to take the elevator to the 38th floor. When I reach it its all glass. Its a beautiful view. I walk up to the front desk where a blonde woman sits.

"I'm here for the Whitmore University interview for Caroline Forbes."

"Name?"

"Elena Gilbert."

"Take a seat he will be right with you," I quickly sit down and go over my questions quickly. Suddenly the lady speaks again to another blonde woman who must be his assistant, "Shes right there."

"Miss Gilbert, please follow me," I quickly stand and follow her. She holds the door wide open for me. I fall flat on my face in the doorway. I quickly stand up to see Mr. Salvatore. His grey blue eyes blaze into me. His black coal hair, it sets it all off. I held myself together and sat down in front of him.

"Hi Mr. Salvatore, I'm Elena Gilbert, Miss Forbes got sick and asked me to fill in for her. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I don't Miss Gilbert."

I practically melt at his words, "so..."

The words just flow and flow. Eventually I feel his intensity. He just kept giving egotistical answers.

"Are you gay?" I blurted out. He practically drops his jaw to the floor, "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean it..."

"No. I'm not."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that," I quickly finished up the interview and stood up.

"I'll walk you to the elevator."

"Oh no thats not necessary," he steps closer and looks deep in my eyes as my smile turns to pent up desire.

"I insist."

"O-okay," he walked me to the elevator. He stared at me until right before it closed and he stuck out his hand and got in beside me and quickly pressed the close door buttons. The tension between us started to grow. He didn't hesitate to press me against the wall. He didn't hesitate to put his mouth on mine. I kissed back deeply. He quickly moved his hands down my body till his hand were on my ass and he squeezed my ass. I moaned into the kiss and he quickly tried to slip my skirt up, but I stopped him.

"Sorry," he moved off of me entirely and stayed on the other side of the elevator.

"Its fine," I slowly moved from the wall. Suddenly the elevator opens. I step out quickly and he follows.

"So Miss Gilbert, would you like to go out to lunch with me?"

"Where?"

"Theres a nice little restaurant down the street. We can walk from here."

"Okay," he smirks and starts walking in front as I follow at his side.