1, 2, 3… CHA, CHA, CHA
Fan fiction
Alternate Universe / Alternate Human
Comedy with as the stars:
Caroline & Klaus
Elijah & Katherine
With the participation of:
Camille & Marcel / Matt & Rebekah / Bonnie & Kol / Hayley /
Tyler / Bill Forbes / Esther / Mikael / Elena / Damon / Stefan
From: Lovely Vero
Chapter 2
"Dance Studio"
Writer's note: In this present Alternate Universe/Human story, take good note that Esther and Mikael have the same persona of characters, but are not related to Klaus or Elijah, neither is Kol and Rebekah.
The songs used in this fiction can be all found on the soundtracks of "Dance with me".
Song of this chapter: "Fiesta Pa'Los Rumberos" from "Albita" – On Youtube.
Klaus descended the stairs in a whistling mood, while leading his walking steps toward the sliding doors of the outdoor terrace where a copious breakfast had been put in place by Lucinda, on the luxury table.
"Lucinda, "mi amor", it looks delicious!" He yelled, while taking his sitting place at the patio table, before biting full teeth into a buttered piece of French croissant. "Bring me coffee would you, sweetheart?" He added, yelling, as a request.
Klaus Mikaelson was a man of passion, which could be felt in his paintings, and his love of food, and of course, the good company of beautiful women.
Klaus grabbed the Monday edition of the L.A. Newspaper, with a smile twisting the corners of his lips. Katherine Pierce was certainly a manager in her own league, and once again she had succeeded proving him wrong! Couple of days ago "Klaus Mikaelson" was the laughingstock actor of trash magazines and newspapers, and today, he was making the front page of the L.A. Newspaper with his soon participation as one of the contestants on the reality show: "1, 2, 3 … Cha cha cha".
Klaus raised his head, sight, and sense of hearing toward the large patio door, before taking notice at the melody that Lucinda, his maid, was humming, while approaching the terrace.
"…I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town! Tonight I got to cut loose, "Footloose", kick off your Sunday shoes. Please, Louise, pull me off my knees … Loose your blues everybody cut "Footloose"!" Lucinda sang, before swaying her large behind, while passing the threshold of the terrace.
Klaus rolled his eyes toward the blue Californian sky, before crossing his arms over his chest, while seeing her carrying the platter containing a silver coffeepot, milk and sugar toward the table, before pouring the hot beverage in a porcelain cup.
"You won't let this go, won't you?" Klaus frowned, before sighing loudly.
"Me? Letting "this" go, Senor Klaus?" She asked, half-serious, while strengthening her shoulders, joining her hands in front of her chest, and raising her chin. "You mean keeping quiet about the fact that my "boss" will be one of the participants on this dancing reality show?"
"Exactly, sweetheart, you just need to close your adorable mouth about it!" Klaus exclaimed, while pointing a finger toward his maid. "Todo está bien en la cabeza!" He added in Spanish, while winking at her, before rubbing his hands together as a sign of success.
"Senor Klaus, I'm maybe a middle age, Spanish woman, but asking me to keep quiet about the fact that my "boss" will, most than certainly, fall on his big "ass" on national television? Dios! I am neither an idiot or senile, you know?" She busted into loud laughter.
"For two seconds, Lucinda, I almost saw a glimpse of decency in you. You would have been half tolerable, if not for your awful accent that I would, gladly, get rid of it!"
"About the accent, I know the feeling, Senor." Lucinda nodded with compassion, while making a cross sign in front of her chest, as a mocking gesture. "We are obviously, both, patient individual."
Klaus lowered his head, while raising his right hand to rub his eyelids. In the entire world, who could be the person more annoying than himself? Lucinda was winning no question asked!
"At least you made a breakfast fit for a "King"!" He smiled at the variety of plates placed in front of his sight. "You are, therefore, half forgiven, sweetheart!" He added, while picking the scrambled eggs in his plate. "Mm… Delicious!"
"Of course, I wouldn't serve anything less for my future "King" of the ballroom!" Lucinda smirked, playful.
Klaus raised his head and sight at his maid, before pulling his tongue at her.
"It's very childish of you, Senor Klaus!" She replied, while blinking both of her eyes.
"Isn't it the chime sound of the front door that I hear from afar?" Klaus asked his maid, with raised eyebrows. "Care to go answer, Lucinda?"
"You probably won't be any Kevin Bacon on the dance floor, anytime soon, but at least you'll be left with good hearing." Lucinda replied, while shrugging, before turning on her heels, and directing her walking steps toward the corridor leading to the entrance door of the penthouse.
"Senor Elijah!" Lucinda exclaimed, in surprise, while opening the entrance door on its arch.
"Sorry for the bother, Lucinda, I know I have the pass-key somewhere, but I must have misplaced it." Elijah explained, vaguely, while strolling by her side, before leading his rapid pace into the corridor. "Where is "he"?" He asked, without warning, and in a sly tone of voice.
"May I announce the reason of your "Highness" visit?" Lucinda asked the eldest of the Mikealson, while rushing her shorter legs to forestall him.
"How many times did I specifically ask you to not call me that?" Elijah warned the maid, while rolling his eyes to the ceiling.
"Dios! You're in one of those moods, Senor Elijah?" Lucinda exclaimed, while gesticulating with her arms, before passing the threshold of the terrace. "The Prince Elijah Mikaelson has just arrived, my "King"!" She announced to Klaus, before turning on her heels, while swearing in her natal language.
Klaus spat the coffee in his cup, before lowering his head to hide his laughter.
"How can you tolerate her?" Elijah lashed out, with an opened mouth expression. "You know there are much more educated "help" out there?" He added, while showing the city sky with a hand gesture.
"May I remind you that Lucinda was one of your maids? You do remember her, don't you?" Klaus smirked, while joining his hands in front of his chest.
"She was? Oh yes, she was!" Elijah exclaimed, while shaking his head, in disbelief. "I wonder why I gave "her" to you!" He added, while rolling his eyes.
"I believe she is still resentful that you had thrown her on the street, like a piece of garbage." Klaus pushed the mocking note a little bit further.
"Give me a break, Niklaus! Lucinda is rotten spoiled in here with you!" Elijah shook his head, in disbelief. "She is hardly on the street. You treat her like a princess in a Castle!"
"Well, I always had this special "touch" with women that you are obviously lacking." Klaus added, perniciously.
Elijah took further steps to reach the table, while pulling from his blazer left pocket, a copy of today's newspaper, before throwing it in Klaus's face.
"What is this?" Elijah mumbled, angrily, between his teeth, while bending his upper body toward his brother, before grabbing the edge of the patio table with both hands.
"There was no need for you to bring me a copy, I have my own, my dear brother!" Klaus grinned, while throwing Elijah's copy back at him. "So what is bothering you on the newspaper today, Elijah? The trading exchange dropped, the weather, perhaps?"
"Don't try to patronize me! You're going to play your manager game by acting like a dummy on this stupid dancing reality show? That is the future you want for yourself, Klaus?"
"What if it is?" Klaus shrugged. "It shouldn't be any of your concern?"
"It is my concern! I've been waiting for years for you to join the company; I've kept an office for you with your name on the damn door, highly anticipating the day that my brother would finally join me as my right hand man." Elijah busted, while pacing back and forth on the terrace, both hands placed on each side of his waist. "When you've turned thirty, I thought that you would finally mature and leave behind you this ridicule idea of continuing you career as an actor, but no … You kept going at it! And now at thirty two, I thought you would finally get the message that the network industry wanted nothing more to do with you, because you're an old carcass to them!"
"I'll never be "you", Elijah!" Klaus raised his voice, while pushing the table on the concrete floor, in a shrill noise, before rising on his legs and hitting the wood panel with his closed fists. "I want to have passion and purpose in my life; I want to wake up each morning like my life as a sense to me!" He continued explaining, before pointing a finger at his brother. "I don't want to become a miserable middle age man, one day, at the dawn of his forty years…And suddenly realizing that my life had no purpose..."
"I'm 39 and 9 months!" Elijah objected, vehemently, while pointing right back at Klaus.
"And who's only way of having a young spirited heart, and feeling alive, is to go out with models that are half his age!" Klaus added, while sighing loudly.
"Hayley is twenty-four years old!" Elijah protested. "She is not a child, she is a grown up woman and last I've checked she was vaccinated!" He busted more. "And who are you to talk, Klaus? It's not like you have a wedding ring at your finger?"
"Go back to your miserable life of a business man, Elijah, and leave me the fuck alone!" Klaus yelled, while grabbing a glass on the table, before throwing it on the cement wall.
Elijah startled at the broken glass noise, before lowering his head, while sighing loudly.
"It's always been the only way you knew how to handle your life, Niklaus, throwing things around, while waiting for the world to bend at your feet." Elijah expressed his feelings. "Just know that the day you'll drown for good, I won't be there to rescue you."
"I don't need rescuing from you, Elijah." Klaus mumbled, angrily, between his teeth, while nervously passing a hand through his tangled hair. "It was maybe the case when you were a young boy left with a baby boy on your arms, after our parents' death, but it's certainly not the case anymore!"
"How will you pay for your life of expensive tastes when you'll be jobless? Because, you seriously think that you will win this "King of the ballroom" trophy?" Elijah asked, with raised eyebrows.
"It is a dare, brother?" Klaus asked, while taking a few steps to reach his standing position.
"You think that everything is a game in life, don't you, Niklaus?" Elijah shook his head, in disbelief.
"If I won this trophy, you'll have to butt out of my life for good, do we have a deal?" Klaus arched an eyebrow himself.
"If you lose, you'll know where to find me. Your office chair is waiting for your arrival at the company." Elijah smirked, before turning on his heels. "As I'll wait for you, Niklaus, it shouldn't be long now!" He added, laughing, while storming out of the penthouse.
Klaus growled sounds of disapproval, while taking his sitting position back at the patio table, before burying his head in his hands.
"You know, Senor Klaus, in the early stage of your career, your brother used to wait for the late hours of the night, to hide in his office and watch your sitcom in private." Lucinda informed him, while passing her head on the terrace.
Klaus raised his sight at the maid, while frowning.
"I highly doubt this is true." He mumbled, angrily, between his teeth. "But, thank you for the comfort words, Lucinda."
"¡Lo juro!" She exclaimed, while approaching him. "On my children's heads: Maria, Miguel, Giuseppe, Sophia…"
"Maria, please spare me the entire list of your children's names, would you?" Klaus begged, while showing his opened palm as a stop sign.
"Not my fault, Senor Klaus, if I was blessed with fertile eggs!" She responded, while strengthening her shoulders with pride.
"Suddenly, the scrambled eggs don't seem as delicious." He glanced at the food, while pushing the plate away from his sight.
"Believe me when I say that Senor Elijah was following your career with interest. He was just too stubborn to admit it." She nodded her head, while clearing the table. "Dios! He's a proud man, that one!" She added, before shaking her head and leading her walk toward the kitchen, while leaving a puzzled Klaus lost in his thoughts, on the terrace.
"Ready for the first day at work, darling?" Kol asked Caroline, while closing the driver's door of his jeep, before rushing by Caroline's side to direct his steps toward the entrance of the dance studio of the ZZY Network.
"Can I die under a rock?" Caroline asked, while lowering her head on her friend's left shoulder.
"Oh, there…There … Uncle Kol is here for you." He mocked, while patting her head. "You used to love the first days at the studio with your new contestant?"
"Yes, I know! But, that was when I was able to like the new contestant." She busted, while strengthening her head, before grabbing her hair with both hands.
"I gather you met the "object" of your attention?" Kol added, with a small laugher. "So, how's the man?"
"Pretentious, arrogant, snob, horrible English accent … Did I mentioned pretentious?" She repeated, while sighing loudly.
"Love at first sight, as I can see?" Kol mentioned, scoffer, while opening the door leading toward the stairs.
"Seriously, I don't know how I will be able to teach him anything? He obviously knows everything better than anybody else!" She mentioned to Kol, while following his steps in the stairs.
"Was it mutual, did you get on his nerves also?" Kol asked. "You know, just to get even?"
Caroline shrugged her shoulders, while lowering her flushed cheeks.
"Care?" Kol called, with the silence as only response. He held his pace, abruptly, before turning on himself to take a glimpse at her friend.
"What? What do I see? I'll be damn, Forbes! What are you hiding from me?" He exclaimed, smirking, while pointing a finger at her. "This English actor flirted with you, did he?"
"Stop it!" Caroline busted, while slapping the back of her friend's head, before opening the door leading to the second floor of the dance studio. "No, he did not!"
"He so did and you were not indifferent to his flirtation moves, if I am not mistaking?" Kol laughed, while giving her a push in her back.
"Stop it!" She warned him once more, while grabbing his left wrist, before twisting his left arm.
"Hey, hey, hey … You're hurting me, let go of my arm, gently would you?" He begged her.
"Stop making these stupid accusations, as of now! I can't stand the man!" She ordered her friend to silence himself.
"Stop blushing at the sound of your dance partner's name and I will consider it, we have a deal?" He raised an eyebrow.
Caroline let go of her grip on his arm, before passing her tongue at him.
"Wow! A real fury on two legs, I present you: Miss Caroline Forbes! You must be something else in bed!" He mocked more, while winking at her. "What a shame that we are just friends!"
"Oh … It's so inappropriate, even for you!" She rolled her eyes, while entering the key in the door of the studio "B", before pushing its panel, and throwing her gym bag to the floor.
"Talking about "bed" that makes me think …" Kol said, shyly, while entering the studio. "How's … How's your friend Bonnie Bennett?" He added, casually, while sliding his fingers on the mirrors wall.
Caroline turned on herself, with a smile twisting the corners of her lips.
"She is fine! She took the summer off to decompress after her new CD and "Country Tour", and she is now swearing off men, since her breakup with Jeremy Gilbert." She explained, while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"You're enjoying this way too much, aren't you?" He nodded his head.
"Immensely… It's a "tit for tat", my dear Kol!" Caroline replied, scoffer.
"It's not like I would have any chance in hell to date her." He shrugged his shoulders. "She's used to date rock stars, dancers…"
"Half of what you're reading in the gossips magazines about her large crowd of boyfriends is fabricated and completely false." Caroline explained. "Bonnie … Bonnie is a cool girl, with no pretention inside of her."
"But still … I'm just a cameraman, who's working for a TV, reality show." He shrugged some more, while lowering his back on the wall, before lightening one cigarette. "I'll keep her poster above my bed, while fantasying about her all night and …"
"Stop right this second! That is way too much information into my ears, Kol!" Caroline exclaimed, while putting her hands over her ears, before starting to stretch in front of the mirror.
"I'm sorry to disturb you?" They heard a male voice.
Kol turned his sight toward the man, while Caroline raised her head from between her legs, before noticing one of the participants standing over the threshold.
"I'm Matt Donovan; I'm one of the participants." The Nerdy man said, shyly, while entering the studio.
"Of course, I remember seeing your name in the participants list!" Caroline replied, all smile, while directing her walking steps toward the guest standing position, before shaking his right hand. "You're "Professor Smarty Pants" in the children serie blessed with the same name, aren't you?"
"It's me!" Matt shook Caroline's hand, enthusiastically. "And you're Caroline Forbes, one of the dancers, aren't you?"
"Yes." Caroline replied, while nodding. "And … Oh, sorry … This is Kol. He's one of the cameramen that will be all season with us, on the dance floor."
"Oh, of course, well it's nice to meet you as well!" Matt shook Kol's hand, while pushing his small round glasses up his nose, before strengthening his bowtie.
"It's the same for me." Kol replied, warmly.
"May we … Help you?" Caroline asked, with an arched eyebrow.
"Well, I've just learned that the female dancer who was assigned to me has resigned her presence this season, because of a leg injury, therefore I have no idea who's taking her place?" Matt Donovan shrugged.
"Oh, right… Well, maybe you could sit in my studio, for a short time, while I go inquire an answer for you?" Caroline suggested to the nerdy man.
"You're too kind, I'll do that." He nodded, gracefully, before directing his walk toward a chair, while taking his sitting position as straight at an "I".
"Don't fear children, mama is back in town!" They heard an enthusiastic female voice exclaimed.
"Rebekah…Oh my God, what are you doing here, back in Los Angeles?" Caroline exclaimed, in shock while rushing toward her friend.
"They called me to replace a contestant that got injured." The blonde diva replied, while sliding her sunglasses on top of her head, before hugging her friend. "Therefore, I took the first plane from Australia, and "Voilà", I'm here!" She added, while opening her arms widely and theatrically. "Come here bag of dirty fleas!" She reached Kol's position, before hugging him, tightly. "Oh! I missed you both so damn much!"
"Look who is back? It's our favorite Barbie doll!" Kol mocked, while slapping her behind.
"Hey! Watch you manners jerk!" Rebekah exclaimed, falsely outraged, while rubbing her buttocks.
Caroline suddenly turned her head toward their sitting visitor, while addressing him a timid smile.
"By the way, Rebekah …" Caroline started, before being cut in the middle of her sentence.
"Shh… I want to know everything about the latest gossips!" Rebekah exclaimed, while throwing her Louis Vuitton sport bag on the studio floor. "I've heard you've been paired with Klaus Mikealson? Oh-My-God! Care, do you realize, he's a hunk on two legs, and his accent…To-Die-For!"
"Well, not a huge fan of his …" Caroline tried to place a few words.
"What? Are you crazy or what?" Rebekah shook her head in disbelief, with both of her hands placed on each side of her waist. "You never said anything about my Australian accent?"
"Well, I … I kind of like you!" Caroline tried to diminish the damage, while twisting her hands together.
"Smooth, real smooth, Caroline." Kol buried his head between his shoulders, to hide his laughter.
"Stop it!" Caroline murmured, between her lips, to Kol, as a warning.
"You are paired with a God and you are not happy?" Rebekah shook her head in disbelief. "Do you know with whom I am paired with?"
"Rebekah, could you …" Caroline raised her hand to stop her in her talkative track, while smiling timidly to Matt, who lurked in their direction from the corners of his eyes.
"Matt Donovan! The nerdy guy, with ugly glasses and the strange bowtie from the show "Professor Smarty Pants", can we talk about "me" not having any luck?" Rebekah exclaimed, outraged.
"Rebekah!" Kol nodded to her, in direction of Matt's sitting position.
"What?" She shrugged her shoulders, before turning her head toward the said direction. "Oh-My-God!" She busted, before raising her right hand over her mouth.
Matt Dovonan rose on his feet, before walking toward his dancing partner.
"Hi, I'm Matt Donovan, the "nerdy guy with the ugly glasses and the strange bowtie"!" He greeted Rebekah, while handing his right hand to her.
"I'm dying of shame!" Rebekah managed to let out the shallow whisper, while losing all her cheeks colors.
"Well, this season is starting on a fun note!"Kol murmured into Caroline's ear, before lowering his head to hide his giggling.
"Niklaus Mikaelson!" A male voice called his name. "I'll be damn!"
Klaus was getting out of his driver's seat, after parking his sport car in his attributed space of the private parking of the ZZY Network dance studios, when he heard the voice calling him. He turned his head toward the passerby, before letting a smile spread over his face.
"Marcel Gerard!" He exclaimed, in surprise, while opening the trunk of his car. "It's been ages, what are you doing here, mate?" He added, while turning on himself, before hugging his long lost acquaintance.
"I have a contract with the Network, what are you doing here?" Marcel asked, all smile, while grabbing Klaus's shoulders in a friendly gesture.
"Same as you, mate!" Klaus replied. "How have you been? You're still with the same football team?"
"Yes, I'm still their "king" you know!" Marcel replied, scoffer, while winking at Klaus. "And you, how have you been? Still an actor on the same sitcom, what was the name, "L.A. Youth"?"
"No, not anymore… It has run its course! I have another project now." Klaus explained, briefly, while nodding his head. "How's your family, by the way?"
"They are still in New-Orleans." Marcel replied, while nodding his head, himself. "Listen, I would love to chit-chat, but I'm already late, maybe we could meet in a bar, one day, for a drink or something?" He added, while directing his rapid walk toward the parking elevator.
"Yes, sure, I understand, I'm late myself." Klaus replied. "Give me a call!"
Caroline took another glimpse at her watch, while pacing back and forth on the length of the studio, with anger. "He" was thirty minutes late! Whom? Klaus Mikaelson, her attributed guest star.
She knew that he would be hands full that one, with his little seductive smile, dimpled cheeks, and annoying accent! She stood in front of the mirror while glancing at her own reflection for a few seconds.
"What are you looking at, Forbes?" She busted at herself, while shrugging her shoulders. "No, you are not finding him the slightest attractive, end of the subject!" She added, before taking a deep breath into her lungs, while lowering her upper body to continue her stretching exercises.
At least, she was doing something productive with her time …God knows what this "playboy" was doing of his time now?
"Are you this flexible in all area of your life, or is it just reserved for dancing?" Caroline heard an accented English voice asking her.
She raised her head and flushed cheeks while taking a glimpse at his annoying smirk, before slowly strengthening her body back into a normal standing position.
"You're late!" She mumbled, between her teeth, while bending her upper body to the floor to grab of bottle of water, before taking a few gulps.
"It's my bad really, and I am presenting my deepest apologies for this late arrival." He excused himself.
"The arrival at the studio is set for 8:00 a.m. sharp, Mister Mikaelson, not 8:30!" She added, slyly. "And, if you could act accordingly with what is asked of you, it would grandly ease my work schedule. After all, you are paid, in your contract, for your participation on the show, therefore the hours you spend in this studio."
"Duly noted, Miss Forbes…" Klaus replied, while biting the inside of his cheeks. She was a stubborn woman that one! "But, maybe this small token of my appreciation will ease the tension?" He suggested, with a puppy expression plastered on his face, while presenting to Caroline, a bouquet of twelve yellow roses and a box of truffles.
Caroline placed both of her hands on each side of her waist, before closing her eyes, and counting mentally from one to ten.
"It's the reason of my late arrival." He added, seductively.
"Yes, I figured that much, Mister Mikaelson!" She sighed loudly, while grabbing the flowers and the chocolate, before dropping the gifts on a chair.
"It's "Klaus", Love?" He suggested, all smile, with an arched eyebrow.
"And it's still "Caroline" and not "Love"!" She replied, tit for tat, before adding. "As for the "gifts", I suggest to you to take it back at the end of the day, and offer them to whomever will please you. This is a dancing reality show, for which I'm paid to be your dancing instructor; it's not a dating game." She explained, while raising her chin up in the air.
"Are you always so uptight in the morning, or is it for my benefit only, "Love"?" Klaus asked, while crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"For the good of our future "professional" relationship, I prefer to not answer this question." She replied, while shrugging her shoulders.
"Damn! You're really a grumpy old maid!" Klaus said to himself, while shaking his head in disbelief. "I thought your kind was extinguished!"
"I beg your pardon?" She replied, outraged by his rudeness.
"Since you've met me, you've pushed me at arm length and you have put a label of "asshole" on my forehead without even giving me a chance, or yourself to know me better!" Klaus busted into his partner face.
"I won't even dignify your accusations with an answer, Mister Mikaelson!" she responded to the English man, while crossing her own arms in front of her chest. "I'm aware that you must be accustomed to women dropping at your feet all the time, in your area of expertise…"
"I'm an actor, not a stripper, sweetheart!" Klaus cut Caroline in the middle of her sentence.
"But…" She continued, while not giving him the time of the day. "I'm here to fulfil my end of the contract, Mister Mikaelson, as your dancing instructor. I'm not here to accept your gifts, to flirt with you, or even to be your latest romantic conquest in a long list of candidates!" She added. "Was I clear enough?"
"Crystal clear, Love!" He replied, angrily, while closing his fists in anger. "And may I add that you're not even my type!"
"Perfect!" She agreed. "Now if you could go change into something appropriate, we could start the rehearsal. We only have two weeks before the "Premiere" night, and our first dance is the "Samba"." She informed him, while turning her back at him to take a few deep breaths into her lungs to regain her calm self. "What now?" She asked, while turning on herself and shrugging her shoulders at his quietness.
"This is my something "appropriate"!" He replied, while pointing his hands toward his clothes.
Caroline sighed loudly, before lowering her sight on his entire allure: A pair of very thigh dark jeans, a fitted t-shirt, with a pair of biker boots. She raised her right hand to strike her eyelids. She needed to stay calm!
"You don't even own a pair of sweatpants or something?" She asked, dumbfounded.
"I had no idea how to dress, because you've mentioned to dress "casual", so I've dressed casual!" He mumbled, angrily, between his teeth.
"How can you manage to move around with these jeans, while having those cutting the blood circulation of your legs?" She replied, annoyed beyond beliefs.
"You want me to get comfortable, sweetheart? I'll get down comfortable; it's not even a problem!" He busted to her face, while throwing his biker boots on the dancing parquet, before pulling on his leather belt, soon followed by his pair of jeans. "Are you happy now?" He asked, while approaching Caroline, chest naked, with as only clothes, his pair of black boxer.
Caroline remained speechless and motionless for a few additional seconds, while staring into his blue eyes, before turning her blushed cheeks away from his intense stare.
"It will have to do for today." She managed to mumble, while swallowing a lump in her throat, before directing her walk toward the CD machine, filling the studio quietness with a Latin song a few seconds later. "Ok, what is your knowledge of "Latin dance", if any?" She asked, before walking back to his standing position, while trying to keep her stare above his chest.
"None!" He replied, in a short and honest way.
"Ok, it is fine … I prefer honesty over pretentiousness." She replied, while nodding her head. "What about your hips? Can you move them?"
Klaus smirked at her question, while taking an extra step toward Caroline's standing position, before slowly sliding his hands on her hips, his intense gaze lost in hers.
"My hips, Love? Usually there is no problem in moving them in a "up and down" motion. If you see what I mean?" He responded, mocker, his lips murmuring the words in top of her right earlobe, while creating a range of intense shivers in Caroline's spine.
"If …" She started murmuring, while trying to get a grip on her "all over the place" emotions. "If you could keep your sexual remarks to yourself, Mister Mikaelson, it would be grandly appreciated?" She finally busted to his face, while regaining her usual self-assured attitude.
"I'll try to do my best, "Miss Forbes"." He responded, while winking at her.
She was not as indifferent as she was making him believe, after all … Klaus thought, with a smile spreading on his face…
Same day, later in the afternoon …
"Miss Pierce?" The security valet of the condo complex, called her name softly.
"Mm…" She let out a growl, while keeping her eyes shut, being dressed of a stylish hat on her head, and a large pair of sunglasses on her nose.
It had been weeks since she had been able to enjoy a bit of time off. But today, she was relaxing at her luxury complex "roof pool", in her "Channel" tiny, black, bikini. She was finally permitting herself to take a few hours to enjoy a tanning session, after many weeks of hard work.
"Please forgive the intrusion, but your cousin Maximilian from San Diego is here to visit you, Miss Pierce?" The guard added, mostly uncomfortable.
Katherine frowned, while pushing her sunglasses on the tip of her nose, before opening an eye.
"That is highly improbable!" She replied, mostly annoyed, while putting her right hand, on her forehead, as a visor, to block the rays of the sunshine. "I don't have a cousin from …"
"Katherine, my dear cousin, it's been too long!" She heard a male voice cutting her sentence, before noticing the glimpse a high quality man suit, not being able to see the man's face, with the valet blocking her view.
"This is for your trouble." The voice thanked the valet, before sliding, discreetly, a bill of hundred in the valet's hand.
"Thank you, Sir, I wish you a nice visit." The valet responded, politely, while making a discreet reverence, before adding. "Good day, Miss Pierce!"
The valet finally walked away, while freeing a clear path to Katherine's sight.
"You!" She exclaimed, angrily, while getting rid of her sunglasses, before throwing them on the lounge chair. "How dare you show your face in my condo complex?" She mumbled, while sliding her feet in her high heels sandals before rising to Elijah's height.
"Instead … Why aren't you explaining to me, Miss Pierce, about this new crap that you've pulled this time?" Elijah replied, while throwing the opened newspaper on the chair.
"Oh, that? I see…" She smirked, perniciously, while taking a glimpse at the newspaper, before rolling a strand of curly hair around one of her finger. "I've told you that I had something under my sleeve, did I?" She added, before crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Are you afraid of a little bit of competition, Mister Mikaelson?"
"What are you aiming for, Miss Pierce?" Elijah mumbled, angrily, between his teeth, while lowering his upper body at a near inch of hers. "You're aiming for my brother's reputation to be mocked in front of the public eyes?"
"I'm sorry? Do you have so little faith in your sibling that you are not even remotely optimistic that he could win this ballroom competition?" Katherine busted in Elijah's face, while raising her chin in a confrontational gesture.
"Is your brain located in you bra size, Miss Pierce, that you can't even see that you're leading my brother into his forfeiture?" Elijah lashed out in her face.
"How dare you?" She exclaimed, outrage. "You can dress in Armani suits as much as you like, Mister Mikaelson, but you still have no class whatsoever, and you're still a jerk! I am not leading your brother into his forf … Forfei…. I don't even know what this word means?" She stomped both or her feet on the floor.
"It means leading my brother into his "decline", if you weren't so much into parading half naked, Miss Pierce, you could learn a thing or two about the English language." He added, while sliding his fiery sight, very so slowly, on the length of her revealed body. "As if this bathing suit could even be consider as such? You're revealing yourself in front of the elderly who must be enjoying the view, with no doubt!" He added, while turning his sight toward an old man who was sitting at a few lounge chairs from Katherine.
"Oh my God… How more pretentious can you be? This is coming from your mouth?" Katherine exclaimed, while gesturing with her arms. "Aren't you the same "one" who's dating a lingerie model? And if you knew your English words, Mister Mikaelson, you'll know that "this" is not a bathing suit, it's a "Bikini"!" She lashed out more. "As for Mister Smith, in here…" She added, while pointing a finger toward the elderly man. "He's half blind! He can't already see in front of his nose … Bless his poor soul!"
"Is it you, Miss Pierce?" They heard a shallow voice asked.
"Yes, it's me, Mister Smith!" She responded, while narrowing her sight in Elijah's, before taking deep breaths into her lungs to calm herself down.
"Is everything alright?" The man asked, worried.
"Everything is fine, Mister Smith. It's my cousin "Maximilian", who came from San Diego who's here to visit me." She responded, slyly, while arching an eyebrow, before adding in a sweeter tone of voice. "Go back into enjoying this beautiful sunny day."
"I sure will, Miss Pierce." Mister Smith responded, before dozing away.
"Are you happy now?" She whispered, between her teeth.
"I'll be happy when you and my brother will snap out of this ridiculous idea!" Elijah murmured, angrily.
"Maybe … Maybe, I could persuade you of giving my idea and your brother a chance?" She suggested, while sliding her hands on his muscular chest, feeling the richness of the jacket fabric under her fingers.
"What are you doing?" Elijah asked, with a raised eyebrow, his breath suddenly quickening under her near presence.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" She asked, with a seductive smile plastered on her lips, before raising her right hand on the manly curve of his jaw.
"You're adventuring yourself into a seductive "game" that you'll surely lose, Miss Pierce." He warned her, while stepping back from her.
"Oh come on, Mister Mikaelson, you can't be afraid of little "me"? Is it the bikini? I thought you had clearly stipulated in the past, that I wasn't your type?" She added, playfully, while gluing her body on his.
Elijah grabbed both or her wrists, before pushing her hands away.
"Don't play this "game", Miss Pierce, or you shall regret it!" He warned again, while taking an additional step away from her.
"But I want to play this game, Mister Mikaelson, it's so … So … Refreshing!" She exclaimed, smirking, before pushing, both of her hands, on his chest, with all the strength she got in her, while making him loose his balance and fall back into the pool a second later, in a loud "splash" sound.
Elijah plunged in the water, with wide opened eyes, before swimming back into the surface, with a bag full of swearing.
"You better run, Miss Pierce, because I'll get you back for this!" He yelled at her.
"I thought this would refresh your brain cells, Mister Mikaelson, if there are any left in this tick skull of yours!" She replied, laughing, while grabbing her things. "Tata!" She saluted, while waving her fingers at him, before getting away from the pool, while swinging her hips rhythmically.
"Is there a problem?" The lifeguard asked Katherine, dumbfounded, while rushing near the commotion, with his mouth opened at the view of this three pieces suit man, floating in the water.
"You see this wall sign stipulating that we can't bring pets in and around the pool?" She added, loud enough for Elijah to hear her say. "I believe you got yourself a "pig" in the water!" She added, while winking an eye at Elijah, before leaving the premises of the roof.
"You're a dead woman!" Elijah yelled, with a pointed finger, while reaching the pool ladder.
Thank you for reading the second chapter, titled: "Dance Studio", and also for all the favorites, following options, and reviews received on the introduction of this new story, guys!
"Sweet Kisses from Russia", the next chapter "The truth knows best",will be written soon.
Much love,
Lovely Vero
Thank you for all the anonymous reviews received, guys!
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Tanja: Thanks for your great inputs, sweetie, and I can confirm to you that Lucinda is here to stay, no worries about that ;)
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Guest: You can slap Camille … LOL … But, there is more to her story than what you think, give it time! There's a high chance that Lucinda will become a star in this story ;) No argument there ;)
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