Klaus gasped as her mouth enclosed around his cock. He couldn't deny that the woman had a way with her tongue.

The way she teased the head with the tip, was like promising him favors he desperately wanted to collect.

But he could be patient, sure he didn't normally like a tease but for the purpose of this game he'd let her have her fun. Maybe later he'd part her lips and fuck her over his desk. That could be fun too.

He groaned again when she plunged herself deeper around him. Her dainty hands making quick work of his balls. The combination of her sucking him off and gently massaging him was pure ecstasy.

"Take off your bra," he ordered huskily. He wanted to see her perfect tits bounce for him when it came time to finish.

He was pleased when she did as he asked without taking her mouth off him. She was so very desperate and it was so very sexy. Her total compliance never failed to turn him on, it didn't even matter what he asked.

It was times like this, overlooking the view from his office, and getting blown by a topless redhead, did he truly feel like a king.

"She knows about us, you know," Genevieve gasped on one of her rare trips for air.

He frowned as he started to go soft. She knew not to mention her during their time together.

Spitefully his response was to tangle his fingers through her hair and force her back down onto him. She moaned lustfully around him that sent pleasurable vibrations through his cock.

He watched her nipples harden as he grinned darkly to himself. He imagined she would be slick with want by the end of this. He knew she liked it rough, and maybe he'd fuck her later, or maybe he wouldn't. It depended on if he found her performance pleasing this time.

"I'm well aware, love. Let me do my job and you do yours," he said simply.

Still with a firm grasp of her hair he worked her head up and down his shaft, repeating the motion until he felt himself grow closer to the edge. Automatically he loosened his grip as he felt his release on the way.

"You know, I'm not just for sex right?" she asked between breaths. Her tone offered something more than sex, and Klaus didn't like it.

He shook his head in annoyance. She was always interrupting their time like this. The minute he was close she'd say something stupid about their relationship and she'd have to start over again. It was getting very very old.

"Do me a favor, love," he said bitterly "Don't talk to me until after you've swallowed."

"Now, Mr. Mikaelson expects his tea at eight am sharp most days, unless he's been here since six, in which case he'll want coffee," the fiery redhead instructed while taking yet another harsh glance at the clock.

It read 7:48am. The longer time passed the more nervous Genevieve became. When she had approached Caroline at what was now her old desk she seemed worried, constantly looking over her shoulder like a woman on the run. She spoke quickly and urgently, leaving Caroline little time to ask her any questions about her new job as Personal Assistant for Niklaus Mikaelson.

Caroline didn't know what to make of her demeanor. She appreciated Genevieve's attention to detail, after all the boss' tastes were important, but it wasn't as stressing as the woman looked. It almost seemed like she was eager to leave.

"...and his door is closed most of the time. If it isn't important it's best you email him, if it's really important knock twice, but it had better be incredibly important, Caroline, do you understand?"

Caroline nodded.

The woman gave Caroline an appraising glance. With a feeling of uncertainty Caroline watched as her eyes trailed from the top of her head down to her feet.

Genevieve frowned.

"You can't wear that," she said bluntly.

Caroline looked down. She had been told through a friend that Genevieve recommended conservative attire, and for her this was conservative.

A black dress jacket and a black pencil skirt with heels was a pretty conservative ensemble in her mind. Sure the skirt fell right above her knees, and maybe her white frilly blouse under the jacket showed a little cleavage, but Caroline was used to looking attractive. In fact, now that she thought about it, this was probably the most unattractive thing she owned.

"What's wrong with it?" She questioned with a wrinkle of her nose.

"Everything. Your tits are out, your legs, your hair is down, even the make up. It's just too much!" she replied urgently.

What's wrong with red lipstick? Caroline thought.

Before Caroline could respond the woman pulled open the bottom drawer of her new desk and inside was a complete pantsuit in the most horrifically boring shade of gray Caroline had ever seen.

"Put this on," Genevieve ordered, "and wipe that off of your face. There isn't much time."

Caroline looked at the clock it was 7:53. She moved to find the nearest bathroom but Genevieve stopped her.

"No there's no time for that. There's no one on this floor yet, just make it fast. I have something to tell you."

"You're a little high strung aren't you?" Caroline chimed, but still complying. She wasn't uncomfortable stripping in an empty office with one person standing watch, she'd done worse in her days.

She flashed her a bittersweet smirk. "This job does that to you, Caroline. But you're Bonnie's friend so I'm gonna try to prevent that."

"Now look," Genevieve began, "in five minutes Mr. Mikaelson is going to walk through that door. He won't acknowledge you, but trust me he sees you. I'm sure you've gathered he's a particular man who likes things a certain way."

Caroline nodded as she switched jackets. She'd dealt with clients like Mr. Mikaelson before. She imagined a middle aged man in a smart suit who had made his fortune stepping over the bodies he created to reach the top.

"Well this is true, but the thing he's most particular about is his women. He loves them. He surrounds himself with them. His chef, personal trainer, stylist, driver - all women. He's charmed by them all and in turn he charms them. They are devoted to him, but out of all these women the ones you never cross are The Harem," she said in low voice.

Caroline almost laughed.

Instead she focused her attentions on buttoning up her new suit pants. They were too short to be worn with the heels she brought, but luckily Genevieve had provided flats. Caroline stifled a disappointed groan at the discovery. She hated flats. She was a heels or nothing kind of girl.

"A harem?" Caroline asked finally. "Like Arabian Nights or something?"

"No. The Harem are the most important women in the world to Mr. Mikaelson. They play a large part in his personal affairs. If any of them decide they don't like you, you will be done in this town. No letter of recommendation. No second chances."

The blonde swallowed hard. For the first time she was actually concerned. She was new to this business, she only took this job because her dear friend Bonnie had told her about it. She knew a bad recommendation from the Mikaelson family could mean career death before it even began.

"First you have to worry about Rebekah," Genevieve began "She's spoiled, and snotty, and her and Hayley are attached at the hip. She is her brother's baby sister and he does everything in his power to protect her from herself. If she finds you displeasing, he will too. No excuses. Then there's Hayley, Mr. Mikaelson's girlfriend," Caroline noticed how Genevieve's face contorted when she said the name.

"They are suspected to marry soon, so essentially you are dealing with a Mikaelson already. She's even harder to please than Rebekah considering Mr. Mikaelson often finds other women to spend his time with, so she's suspicious of everything in a skirt," she said dryly.

"And who's the third?" Caroline asked, wiping lipstick from her mouth. Caroline was starting to wonder if she should be taking notes.

"Do you have glasses?" the woman asked ignoring her.

"No."

"Take mine," she said pulling the pair of plain black frames off her face and forcing them on Caroline's.

Caroline squinted. This was not her prescription, and even if it was she hated glasses.

"Why are you doing this?" Caroline asked "what's with all these ridiculous clothes."

"These ridiculous clothes are going to keep you safe," Genevieve scolded.

"I'm not gonna lie Caroline. You're a pretty young thing. Mr. Mikaelson will want to eat you for breakfast and he won't stop till you're volunteering to lay on his plate, and that's going to start the domino effect. Hayley's going to think you're sleeping with him, Rebekah will think you're the slut trying to break her official chance at being sisters with her, it will all go to hell and there will be nothing you can do about it!" she was nearly shrieking.

The intensity in which she spoke gave Caroline the sense it was from personal experience.

"You're dressing this way so he won't notice you. So no one will notice you. I know this is your temporary gig. You don't want to work here forever, and that's good. Because this place will tear you apart. Those Mikaelson's will tear you apart." The woman's face had grown flushed during the rant. Caroline was about to ask her if she needed to sit when Genevieve abruptly jerked her head to the clock.

7:59am.

A look of sheer panic filled her face. The red irritated blotches that her coated her face seconds before drained instantly.

"I have to go," she said quickly. Taking a final appraising glance at Caroline then adding her final instructions with little pause.

"Put your hair up. No outfits above the knee. Always glasses. Demure makeup. Speak when spoken too. And most importantly Caroline never let them see you," she said rapidly making her way towards the stairs.

"Wait!" Caroline called "You never said who the third was!"

Genevieve turned, her hand on the doorknob to the stairs, "Mrs. Mikaelson, his mother. If you value your time here you must never cross her. She outranks all of The Harem combined."

And with that she was gone. Caroline could hear the heels of her shoes noisily clacking down the stairs. She wondered how long she'd stay in there. After all they were on the 17th floor. It would be crazy to walk that entire way.

Caroline was thrown from her debates when she heard the beeping of several clocks go off in the deserted office. It was 8:00am and she recalled Genevieve saying Mr. Mikaelson would be there soon. Given everything she'd just learned about him she doubted he'd be late.

Quickly she pinned her hair up in a messy updo and adjusted the ill fitting glasses. Ironically if she wanted to see today she'd have to sit them on her nose and look over the frame like a librarian.

The elevator numbers began to light up, indicating someone would be here soon. She made last minute preparations. Fixing her hair, her newly acquired desk. Putting her old outfit in the bottom drawer along with her old heels and she waited.

As the numbers grew larger she imagined what he would be like. She'd seen him on TV some during economic crisis. He had assured all those invested in his company that they would not be phased as other corporations crumbled. Something she never believed for a moment, but luckily for the company shareholders devoured it.

She assumed he was in his fifties, perhaps. She recalled salt and pepper coloring his head. Still too proud for dye it would seem, or maybe he thought it made him look distinguished. Commitment issues certainly, what man with this much money still isn't married at his age? No wonder The Harem ran things.

She wondered how she'd get along with him if she wasn't supposed to be noticed. In the past men like Mr. Mikaelson fell in love with her slender legs and curvy ass rounded by years of cheer practice. She'd always had them eating out of the palm of her hand, but now she'd be totally disarmed. Her looks and her snarky personality would have to be severely curbed to survive in this job, to her it almost wasn't worth it. Almost.

Then the moment finally arrived, the elevator doors opened.

And in strode the sexiest figure Caroline had ever seen. He was young, early thirties, with wavy blonde hair, trimmed short and combed neatly, his suit was of expensive origins and was black with dark gray accents. He had a determined look on his face, like a lion on the hunt and it made Caroline desperately want to be the prey. Suddenly that "volunteering to lay on his plate" thing made sense.

"You have a boyfriend, Caroline!" she chided herself.

She still wasn't convinced this was her boss. He couldn't be. Too young. Too attractive. There was no way a man this gorgeous had that much power. But to her great shock he strode by her, never acknowledging her, and walked into what she knew was her boss's office, locking the door behind him.

"This cannot be happening," she thought.

The one time her boss hitting on her would be a pleasant surprise and she couldn't let it happen. For half an hour Caroline sat at her desk pondering what she'd done recently to deserve this when the phone rang.

"Hello, Mikaelson Corp. this is Caroline how may I help you?"

"Genevieve, come here please," was the curt response followed by the click of an ended call.

Caroline stood, her knees suddenly jelly. It was Mr. Mikaelson and he had called her Genevieve. Did he not know she was gone?

Slowly she approached the door, gingerly turning the knob and entering quietly.

She tried to contain her awe when she saw how large his office was. It was huge open area with a glass table at the end of the room where he sat, reviewing paperwork at his desk, beams of light combing through nearly every pane of the glass windows that opened up to the heart of downtown.

She idled for a moment, not sure if it was acceptable for her new mousy persona to enter.

"Come here, Genevieve," he said without glancing up.

Caroline complied, though he had used the wrong name again.

"Um, I'm actually Caroline, sir," she corrected before her better judgement could intervene.

At her unfamiliar voice his head shot up.

For a moment she felt his judging eyes on her face, and then her body. It lingered for only a second before returning to the former. Caroline tried to soothe her wounded pride by telling herself that that was a good thing.

"And who are you?" he interrogated.

"I'm Caroline Forbes, sir-"

"I didn't ask for your name," he interjected sharply "I asked who are you. As in, what are you doing in my office."

Caroline cocked her head in restrained annoyance, it was all she could do to stop herself from tearing him a new one.

"I'm your new secret- Personal Assistant, sir," she said with forced sweetness.

"Which is it?"

"Which is what?" she questioned.

"Well, which is it. Are you my secretary or are you my Personal Assistant," he clarified rudely.

He had to be joking, but she could tell from his face he wasn't. Caroline couldn't believe how quickly her feelings about him had changed in the span of two minutes. He walks in with the face of an angel then opens his mouth to show his forked tongue.

"Personal Assistant, sir," she bit out.

He raised his eyebrows at her, though the rest of his expression remained unchanged.

"What happened to Genevieve," he asked flatly.

"She doesn't work here anymore, sir."

"Why not?" he demanded.

How should I know, dick? She thought.

"I have no way of knowing that, sir," she said in the same faux sugary tone.

He frowned, sensing her sarcasm.

"No, I suppose not," he said finally "Do you send emails, Carol?"

"It's Caroline," she corrected.

"Yes?" His expression challenged her to correct him again.

She inhaled defeatedly, "yes, I send emails."

"Good. Now go do your job and send some," he said harshly, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.

She gave a curt nod before turning on her heels and walking out.

Again she was astounded by how rude he was. Dismissing her like a chambermaid, calling her the wrong name, and she badly wanted to tell him where he could send those emails but she bit her tongue.

She didn't think she had it in her to say anything pleasant after that exchange.

Back at her desk she thought about the passive aggressive move of doing anything BUT sending emails only to realize that twenty minutes on the job left her with no choice but to respond to emails.

Caroline sighed. Today hadn't gotten off to the best start and she was hoping this wasn't an omen for the rest to come.

She hadn't even finish sending ten emails when the now full office was disrupted with the sound of two women chattering excitedly.

Caroline looked up just in time to see two slender figures, one blonde and one brunette, with tousled curls strutting in sync with one another towards Mr. Mikaelson's office door.

A good Personal Assistant would've tried to stop the two, perhaps ask for an appointment, but Caroline hadn't been at the job long enough to think that.

Instead she watched as the two women glided through Mr. Mikaelson's door, giggling to one another about something she couldn't quite make out. Belatedly the sound of the closing door made her aware that she should've said something, but it was too late now. Hopefully Mr. Mikaelson wouldn't mind.

Part 2

Klaus Mikaelson was hard at work when he heard the unmistakable sound of heels clicking in unison. He sighed deeply, pushing the various papers to the side, knowing full well that he wouldn't be getting much work done in a few minutes.

Right on cue the two women arrived entered the spacious office, still chattering as if they were alone.

"Is there something I can do for you girls?" he asked sweetly after a moment of being ignored, but his tone was a ruse. His eyes were locked hard on the tall slender brunette in front of him and he was struggling to control the sneer that threatened to absorb his face.

As if suddenly aware he was in the room the blonde bounded toward him. She did it in such a way he was reminded of the Christmas she finally received her much begged for pony.

"Oh, Nik! It's the most exciting thing," she began, an excited shrill coating her words "Hayley and I have decided to get adjoining homes together in Switzerland. That way the four of us, me, Matt, you and Hayley can be close during our vacation!"

Klaus almost lost the careful control he had over his face. He had almost forgotten about vacationing in Switzerland, heaven knew he was trying very hard to forget about vacationing in Switzerland, but Rebekah was insistent.

He looked back at his girlfriend who wore a very smug expression. Again he almost lost his composure.

"Rebekah," he said trying hard to sound pleasant "Don't you think Switzerland is too cold for a summer vacation? Why not somewhere warmer, like Spain?"

The blonde shook her head, she had expected this. "Spain is so boring, Nik. Hayley agrees. We think Switzland is best. There's skiing and shopping, it'll be fun!"

Klaus did not doubt it would be fun, for the girls anyway. However a stint in Switzerland with his sister and girlfriend would be the death of him. He could think of endless ways he'd rather spend his vacation. Casinos in Vegas, the beaches of Australia, the women in practically every place that didn't have either of these two women in his life.

He knew this wasn't Rebekah's idea. It never was, this was again Hayley's doing. What a better way to keep him at her side than adjoining mansions in one of the coldest countries? She'd outdone herself this time.

The blearing sound of Rebekah's custom ringtone for Matt interrupted their discussion. She glanced down at her phone and smiled before quickly excusing herself to Klaus' private bathroom to take the call. Now they were alone.

As soon as he heard the door shut the facade he struggled with most of the time fell. Hayley would answer for this.

"What did you do with Genevieve?" he hissed, crossing the short distance between them.

Hayley smirked at his obvious lisp, a true sign of his irritation.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, sweetheart," she lied.

"Do not play games with me, Hayley," he growled "I'm not the fool you take my sister for. Friday she was here and today some other is in her place. Now I ask you again, what did you do?"

Hayley fought the urge to smile. She was enjoying this, he could tell. Making him miserable was the only thing that made her happy nowadays, it was a feeling he could relate to.

There was something very rewarding about seeing Hayley Marshall frown.

The way her eyes creased in frustration, a feeling so intense you could almost see it cloud her eyes. And then there was her mouth that puckered in such a way it could only be a symptom of distress. There was a certain beauty to it in his eyes. It was the only thing he found beautiful about her anymore, and even then it was because he knew it killed her to break like that. He enjoyed seeing her fail.

"I didn't think she was good for this company, Klaus," Hayley said simply as she side-stepped him.

She tossed her hair carelessly to the side and wandered to his desk as though she was suddenly interested in the paperwork that laid there.

With nostrils flared he strode towards her till his breath could be felt on her neck.

"That is not for you to decide," he whispered angrily.

"Oh I think it is, babe," she mocked turning to face him "Because you see, despite popular opinion around here there is no management department for your cock. We don't hire people for their ability to suck you off."

Klaus smiled, but it was entirely predatory.

"Now what would you know about this company, love? This isn't Marshall Mechanics, or whatever your father likes to tell the authorities it is. And even if this was your Daddy's business he sure as hell wouldn't have you anywhere near it. He's made that perfectly clear hasn't he?"

Hailey flinched. That was a cheap shot and they both knew it, but he didn't care. She'd overstepped her bounds, again, and he was growing tired of it.

"This is Mikaelson Corp, my sweet. I run things here. And whatever I do, and whoever I do it with is none of your damn business," he snarled.

"I guess we'll have to agree to disagree won't we, sweetheart?" she said bitterly through clenched teeth.

"I don't care if you agree with me. This is not up for discussion. What was it anyway that made this one last so much shorter than the rest?" he asked conspiratorially.

She said nothing. She knew from experience he wasn't asking, but setting up an assault.

"Was her skin too clear? Were her breasts too perky? Or could you not stand the thought of yet another head bobbing between my legs and making me cum harder than you ever could?" he looked downright menacing now, he wanted this to sting.

Hayley looked at him and fought the strong urge to sneer. Sneering was losing in their never ending game, she had to be better than that.

"Well," she began with a faint smile on her glossy lips "tiny hands are always better at handling small packages."

Abruptly his face warped into one of extreme hatred. She again fought the urge to smile as she saw the anger glitter in his eyes. Powerful CEO or not, he had an ego the size of any average man.

In a concentrated movement he cupped the back of her head, forcing their foreheads to touch.

In an act of defiance she didn't budge. Whatever this was about she didn't care, she was tired of all of this.

He closed his eyes, inhaling her scent deeply through his nose.

He had to calm down.

He hated her, but he had to calm down.

Much had changed between the two of them since they were children, but the perfume she wore never did. As he inhaled the scent of lilacs and rosemary he tried to remember her the way she used to be.

Olive skin, soft curves, auburn hair to her shoulders, and the way her face dimpled when she'd laugh.

The way she'd laugh for him.

He exhaled as the cheerful image of her cemented in his mind and he wondered sadly how they had gotten so far from that place in their lives.

At that moment they heard the bathroom door click open, Rebekah had finished her call and would be here soon. Luckily, for a couple young and in love their position wasn't all that unusual.

"You guys are just the cutest," Rebekah said admiringly as she reentered, a sweet smile on her lips.

Klaus, almost robotically, wrapped his arm around his long time girlfriend and pressed a hard kiss on her temple, having vowed to avoid her lips at all costs long ago.

In that kiss Hayley felt his frustration and contempt for her. Such things that would have normally given her joy instead left her feeling empty. His words had hit her harder than she cared to admit.

"What can I say, Becks?" Hayley said pulling on the cheery face she normally wore in public "Your brother always knows exactly what to say," she said honestly.

Rebekah examined the two of them smiling cheerfully at her, a perfect picture of subdued hostility, and she smiled back in return. She wasn't stupid, but she could pretend.

"Great, so about Switzerland..."

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