"Of course, Liz. Everything is all set…Yes, it is him guarding her…Thank you, Liz, you flatter our family too much…Yes, I will report back after she has arrived and settled. I cannot wait to see her again as well."
Esther hung up her phone with a smile on her lips and fixed her eyes fixed on the city skyline. She paid no mind to the sound of her office door opening and closing with a click or to the footsteps that approached her desk.
"You called, Mother?" said a deep voice from behind her.
Only then she turned in her chair and faced the young man who just entered and was now standing a few feet away. Eyes narrowed as she looked over the messy dirty-blonde hair, wrinkled suit and untied tie her son wore. Didn't this boy have any sense of decorum? He didn't even try to hide the fact that he spent the previous night in some harlot's bed.
"Niklaus Mikaelson, out for another late night? When will you settle down with a nice girl like Elijah? I am getting older and I would like some grandkids to spoil," she scolded.
Klaus scoffed. Katherine was in no way a nice girl. It was a wonder how his boring older brother even managed to attract the wild woman.
Getting up, she walked towards him and smoothed out his hair with her hands. Esther straightened out his suit and began to retie his tie. Twenty-eight years old and she still treated him like a kindergartener going to his first day of school, but he learned long ago to just let the unyielding woman do what she wanted. When she was finished with her handy work, she sat back down behind her desk.
"I've told you time and time again, Mother, that I've no need for a wife who will just get in the way of my job."
"You are dedicated to your job, but if Liz did not specifically ask for you to look after her daughter, I would keep you 50 meters away from her at all times."
"The boss lady knows I'm good at my job," Klaus shrugged, "Though I'm not very thrilled about the situation either. I'd rather not babysit the little Princess."
"And here I thought I raised you to have even some sense of humility," Esther said, but didn't even try to deny that he was #1 at his job. Her son was indeed the best assassin the Mikaelson family had ever produced, but he knew it and expected everyone to be aware of it as well.
Esther leaned forward, chin on her clasped hands. Her tone became serious as she spoke. It was time to speak business. "Caroline will be here tomorrow. You are to be her guard 24/7 until her visit here is over. When she goes to meetings, so do you. When she is at home, so are you. When she goes shopping, you're with her holding the bags. That girl is your boss. If she asks you to put on lingerie while shopping so she can see if it can match her skin tone, you do it. Do you understand?"
Klaus rolled his eyes at his mother's words. Sometime, she can be so dramatic. "Yes, Mother, I understand," he smirked, "Though, I hardly think we would be the same skin colour considering she's been living in Europe until now."
"Do you understand?" Esther repeated sternly, emphasizing each word. Sometimes, he could act so much like Kol.
Klaus straightened, his eyes losing their playful glint. "Yes, Mother, I understand," he said, and meant it too. This was the boss' precious princess. If anything happened to her, who knows what kind of punishment they would all receive.
"Good," Esther said, unclasping her hands. "You have the rest of the day off, so please try not to wreck the town."
Klaus walked to the door and was about to exit when his mother's voice called out. "And Niklaus," he turned around to face her, "Since this is a 24 hour job, you will have little to no time to go on your…short flings. So, please, keep it in your pants on and nowhere near the boss' daughter."
Klaus blinked. He hadn't even entertained the prospect of being celibate until the job was over. He couldn't very well bring his bed partners to the princess' place and seducing her was definitely not in the books. This would make the job so much worse. Shaking his head, he decided to figure out this arrangement afterwards.
He smirked, "Don't worry. I can be quite self-sustaining when I need to be. Do you remember how many months I was scouting that drug house in the middle of nowhere?"
"I mean it, Niklaus. I would rather not have the boss put a hit on our family or castrate my son. Heck, I might even kill you myself if you lay a hand on that sweet girl."
"I mean it too. No one has a recent picture of the princess, but from what I remember, she was a complete tomboy when I saw her last." Mind you, she was 6 at the time. But, there's no way the princess could be a well-known assassin and still know how to accessorize. Guns and make up never mixed. Besides, he valued his job a lot more than some woman.
Esther sighed, hoping more than believing that her son meant what he said. It was true that no one had seen Caroline in over 10 years before the Mikaelson family left Europe, but from what she remembered she was still the sweetest little girl she ever met. She even treated her like a second mother, calling her Mama Esther all the time. And she would be damned if she didn't admit that she was like a daughter to her.
She turned in her chair and waved a hand over her shoulder to dismiss her son.
The door clicked shut behind him. No doubt the boy was going out to find some random high-class whore to sleep with before the start of this mission.
She loved the way the sun shone in this city, so different from her home in Europe. Don't get her wrong, nothing beat the beauty of the Eiffel Tower or the expanse of the Coliseum, but there was just something about this bustling American city.
Caroline grabbed her suitcase from the carousel and wheeled it over to the entrance of the airport intending to grab a cab to her destination. She hadn't intended to arrive a day earlier than planned but her mission to the over see the drug cartel across the American board from Mexico had gone smoother than planned. Usually there was more bribe money involved.
Now that she was here, she might as well hit the town and have a little fun before she was under lock and key. Starting tomorrow, her every movement would be under the watch of her ever so protective personal guard. She understood the importance of having a guard especially now that everyone would know exactly who she was and what she looked like. But she had been under the radar for so long that she hated the idea of her every move being reported to her mother. Regardless of years and years of training and missions of all kinds, she still treated her as if she was a princess that needed to be taken care of.
Niklaus Mikaelson. The man who she would have to entrust her life too was a trained hit man who had a reputation that made his targets void their bowels. At the age of 16, he was given his first mission to snipe a casino owner who had been caught cheating her family out of thousands of dollars.
To say he did excellent with his first kill was an understatement. The owner's body dropped to the ground after being shot clean between the eyes from a distance of 300 meters. No hesitation or remorse. Never once had he questioned the morals of the kill or failed a mission. One of his flaws however was his lack of teamwork, which earned him the nickname, Lone Wolf.
At least that's what his files said. Caroline had long since stopped trust pieces of paper since many men always found some way to fall short of their spotless repertoire. Very few were ever worthy of their titles.
She would find out tomorrow just how capable he was. But for tonight, she had plans to have some fun before she was chained down to a desk. She didn't need the guard to report to her overprotective mother and brothers that she occasionally kept her bed warm with a stranger she happened to pick up after some missions. It wasn't her fault that she had to keep it a secret from her brothers.
Last time she had a told them she had a boyfriend, they had scared him so much that no guy from the school would talk to her again. And that was when she was 14 years old. Since then, she's realized that relationships weren't for her. Besides how could she date someone who would never approve of her family's less-than-legitimate business?
Caroline walked to the nearest cab and thanked the cab driver as he loaded her case into his trunk.
"Destination, miss?" the cab driver asked when they were both seated in the cab.
"Take me to a hotel near the night life, please," she replied a smile on her lips.
The driver gave her a curt nod and drove off.
Klaus exited his apartment, locking the door to the single bedroom, single bath home. He knew he could afford a better building with the amount of money he got paid, but he never did like such luxurious things. All he needed was a place to call his own when he came back from a mission and a place to sleep. Guess he wouldn't be home for a while after tonight. The princess opted to stay in the flat at the very top of the headquarters building since it was close to business.
Caroline was the youngest child out of 3 and only daughter of the ruthless Forbes family boss. They were the number one leaders in organized crime across America and most of Europe, dealing in everything from drugs to mercenaries. Their business had expanded so much that his mother had been appointed to over see the American side of the business while Caroline's mother ran Europe's.
He remembered seeing Caroline once before when his mother met with Caroline's before they left Europe. She was in one of the meeting rooms, her older brother teaching her how to assemble a small handgun. Leave it to a criminal lord to teach her 5 year old daughter how to handle a gun. She didn't look like anything special with her pigtails and pink shirt.
After they moved, little was heard about her until a couple months ago when it was announced that she would be coming to the Americas for a couple months to deal with problems they had with another crime group in the area, Kai's organization. They had been expanding in recent months, which wouldn't have been a problem until they began to push their business into the Forbes' territory.
It was rumoured that Caroline had risen to the top and proved very capable of leading even at such a young age. She gained a reputation as ruthless as her mother. Whenever anyone threatened her family, their mutilated body would show up dead a couple days later in some dump site with her signature lotus carved into their chest.
She was a precise businesswoman, merciless killer, and certifiably crazy when it came to protecting her family. That protectiveness was something that he understood well, and even greatly appreciated.
He didn't know why such a dangerous woman would need a guard to protect her but a mission was a mission, and there was no way to say no to the boss lady.
Klaus walked down to his favourite bar a couple blocks away from his apartment. He entered through the doors with the words "Francine's Hotel" looming over it and sat down at the bar.
He waved to the bartender. "Hey, Matt."
"Mr. Mikaelson, back so soon?" the man in his early 20s said while pouring his regular drink.
"Yeah, I've got a need for another female companion. Turns out the next contract is going to keep me celibate for a while."
"Sorry to hear that," Matt replied with a cringing face. He thought that Klaus was contracted out on another building assignment. Everyone around here thought he was an engineer too busy for a relationship. "Maybe I can make your day a little bit better," Matt nodded his head to a young lady sitting at the other side of the bar, "I was actually hoping you would stop by. She's exactly your type."
When Klaus turned to look at the woman, he sucked in a breath his hand gripping his glass slightly tighter. She was sinfully gorgeous. His eyes first devoured her creamy legs strapped into a pair of glittering stiletto pumps. Now those would look nicely wrapped around his waist. His eyes travelled up her body to her thin waist and bountiful breasts barely contained by her skin-tight red dress. He imagined ripping through it and finally being able to touch those. . .
A soft giggle pulled him out of his thoughts.
"You know, even if you keep staring at me like that, it won't suddenly make my clothes vanish," said the teasing voice of an angel.
The golden haired beauty in the red dress had just noticed him staring. He should have been embarrassed at being caught ogling her, but instead he sent a grateful nod in Matt's direction, picked up his glass and sauntered over to where she was sitting. Might as well go for broke.
"Sorry about that, love, just not many beauties come around here," Klaus said while sitting down in the stool beside her.
She let out another laugh and Klaus admired her laughing face. Now that he was closer, he could see how the bright blonde of her hair complimented her light blue eyes. She truly looked like an angel.
"I'm sure that line works on so many women, but sadly not on me." Nothing better than a spirited woman. "I must say it isn't often some man looks at me like that."
"Now that can't be true." Klaus looked around, finding all the men and some women in the bar, glaring at him out of jealousy. "Everyone here if enamored by your beauty."
"Such a flatter aren't you?" He could tell she knew she was sexy, but it didn't seem to even occur to her just how many people were stripping her in their heads right now.
"I do try. So what brings you to this joint?" he asked before taking a swig of his drink.
Her red painted lips curled into a smile. "I suppose for the same reason you're here," she reached out to touch his arm lightly, "I'm just looking for a fun time before work starts."
"Well, love, you've come to the right place. How about I get us a couple more drinks before the night really starts?"
"You know you don't have to pretend to woo me before you lure me into your bed," she smirked as his eyes became darkened by lust.
He liked women who made the first move, and he wasn't so prideful as to reject a lady's invitation.
"So I'll take it that you don't mind being lured by me?" Klaus saw the pink in her cheeks and couldn't help but reach out to quickly stroke the colour. "I'll take that as a yes. However, I do like traditions, and it dictates I spend the next little while asking you nonsense questions about yourself," he said while his eyes lit up playfully. He really didn't care for the rambling that women did before he got them in the sac but for some reason he enjoyed hearing her laugh and watching her expressions.
Her infectious laugh filled the air once again. "I suppose traditions shouldn't be forgone. However, if I'm going to sit here and pretend to be one of your usual hopeful dates, I'm going to need that drink you offered."
"That can be arranged."
The cab had dropped her off at Francine's Hotel, which was located right in center of all the night life. She checked in and made her way to her apartment to get ready which took just less than an hour.
Her make up ready and hair set to perfection, she looked at the red dress and silver pumps she wore that accentuated the curve of her butt and smiled at her reflection. She looked hot.
She really liked to dress up some days and with this career that didn't happened very often. Majority of the time, her outfits consisted of black clothes that didn't impede her movement or suits for the office.
She grabbed her purse from the open suitcase that lay on her bed and dropped her wallet, cellphone, and lipstick inside. Digging into her suitcase, she moved the clothes away and unzipped the zipper at the bottom. Inside was a small padded bag that contained a switchblade and gun. It never hurt to travel with a little firepower.
She took out the switchblade and flicked it open, looking at the black blade. This one was her favourite. She had it custom made to be perfectly balanced and usable as throwing knife. At the hilt, there was a small symbol of a blue lotus, her own personal insignia.
Flipping it closed, she placed it at the bottom of her purse, somewhat out of sight. Never know what could go wrong during the night, so it was always good to keep a weapon on hand.
Quickly, she zipped up her suitcase and wheeled it to the side of the room. Making her way to the bar, she shut the door behind her, hearing the click of the lock.
Caroline made her way to the stools and waved to the young bartender when he looked her way.
"Hello, miss, what can I grab for you?" he smiled.
"Mojito, please," she smiled back, "With an extra shot."
The bartender nodded and set out to make her drink. A couple seconds later, he was placing a drink with a flower tied to the end of the stirring stick.
"A beautiful flower for a beautiful lady," he said with a wink.
Caroline smiled, and picked up the drink. "Thank you. It is a beautiful flower."
She saw the bartender turn towards the door and was looking at a man making his way towards the bar.
He was gorgeous to say the least. Toned in all the right places and with a face that seemed out of teen magazines. His hair was tousled and matched perfectly with his faded jeans and dark Henley shirt.
From her peripheral, she saw the bartender smirking at her. She blushed and took at sip of her drink knowing that she was caught with her jaw slack and practically drooling over the man. To her horror, the man took a set at the bar and called out to the bartender by name. They knew each other. How embarrassing could this get?
Trying to keep her gaze averted from the man, she took a sip from her drink and pretended he didn't exist. Perhaps she should try to talk to him, its not like the bartender would tell him about her little slip up. Such a shame if she had to give up on a fine specimen of a man.
Not being able to help herself, she peeked over the lip of her drink at the man's general vicinity and saw the bartender nod towards her direction. Caroline saw the man's dark blue-green eyes drift to her. It didn't surprise her when his eyes stayed glued to her legs and slowly made their way up.
By the looks on his face, perhaps she wouldn't have to settle for another man for the night after all.
The door slammed shut behind them as the tangled pair practically fell into the hotel room. They spent another the last hour in the bar downstairs flirting and drinking. Klaus learned that she had just moved here for a job and was staying in the connecting hotel since her apartment was expecting her tomorrow.
She was an intriguing person, both open in what she said but at the same time mysterious. He didn't have to sweet talk her and make her believe that he was really interested in more than a one-night stand. He didn't have to play her and she didn't have to play him.
She was as sexy downstairs as she was now straddling him on the floor in the entrance of the room. He watched as she leaned down and captured his lips with hers, blue eyes open and staring deeply into his. Usually, he would have already flipped them around to take the dominant position but there was something about her being on top that made their current position a major turn on.
While their tongues battled for dominance, his hands weaved into her long tresses that cascades down her back. He traced her curves down to her thighs, giving her ass a squeeze earning him a moan. His fingers inched closer to the apex of her thighs and traced her slit through the thin silk barrier.
"Nice choice of underwear, love," he whispered against her lips, "Silk always feels better than cotton."
She jolted as he found her clit through the garment and began circling it.
She laughed, "Such a tease." Her free hand reached down and skillfully unbuckled his belt. She shoved his jeans down and was rubbing his hardening member through his boxers.
He trapped her lips with his as they continued to tease each other through their garment, daring the other to succumb to touching flesh first. Continuing to rub her, his free hand reached up and pulled down her dress and lacy black bra.
She yelped in surprise when his wet mouth wrapped around one of her pert nipples. His tongue skillfully swirled around it before he released it in favour of tweaking it between his fingers.
He watched as she bit her lip, a moan threatening to escape her. "Now, love, let's hear that wanton voice of yours shall we?" he smirked as he quickly pushed the soaked silk garment out of the way and continued to stimulate her clit.
She moaned out and quivered. "It's going to take a lot more than that to make me scream," she panted out.
Klaus smirked, accepting the challenge.
He slid his finger away from her sensitive bundle and towards her entrance. He was about to slip his finger in when he felt her slap his hand away. Klaus's eyes looked up at her face in surprise and she just smirked down at him.
He watched her as she pulled out a familiar foil package from between cleavage and tore it open with her teeth. His member jerked up from watching her.
Her hand reached down and she skillfully slipped it on him before positioning his tip at her entrance. Their eyes locked and just as she was about to lead him inside his hands gripped at her hips, stopping her.
He watched as she bit her lip, a moan threatening to escape her. "Now, love, let's hear that wanton voice of yours shall we?" he smirked as he quickly pushed the soaked silk garment out of the way and continued to stimulate her clit.
Her hand reached down and she skillfully slipped it on him before positioning his tip at her entrance. Their eyes locked and just as she was about to lead him inside his hands gripped at her hips, stopping her.
"Wait," he said, "What's your name?"
The lady looked down at his face, eyes wide open as if she also completely forgot the fact that she didn't know his name. Her surprised look turned to a playful smile as she tossed her head back and laughed. It was a throaty laugh that made his cock strain in her hand. He second-guessed stopping her a minute ago. He could have been in this woman already.
Her amused laugh slowed into giggles and she extended her free hand.
"Care," she practically purred, "Pleasure to meet you."
"Klaus," he replied, shaking her hand. "Pleasure's all mine. Just wanted to let you know the name you'll be screaming all night."