A/N: Welcome back! How did you enjoy the last chapter? Are you surprised Alaric is one of Caroline's clients? Are you excited who else she will be with during this story? I am haha XD

Anyways just know that this whole chapter is going to be in Klaus' POV and not Caroline's after this chapter and I update chapter 5 it'll be back to Caroline's POV. Please enjoy and don't forget to review and follow the story for more updates. I'll see you guys soon! Don't forget, if you have tumblr follow me at tongue-tiedx and I have other Klaroline ff's uploaded on her and other tvd ff's you guys can read while you await the next update. Thank you so much again for reading.

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Chapter 4

Klaus POV

This blonde creature sure is a beauty. I just want to sit here with her and find out everything I can about her. Her bright green eyes tell me she's hiding a story and I have a feeling that I must know everything she'll allow me to know.

She sits comfortable in her skin, which now in days is so rare to find that in a woman. Her blonde curls bounce as she makes any slight movement and the pencil skirt and blouse she has on clearly show off every single curve in her body and heightens it. Her beauty entrances me and I constantly have to keep taking sips of my glass filled with scotch just to keep my head and thoughts together because right now my thoughts aren't in the right place at this moment.

I want to take this gorgeous woman with me and never let her out of my sight but from what I see in her eyes I can see she has fire and for a man like me who's been constantly living grey and gloomy routine days fire can be a good thing and this beauty can be a good thing for me.

I try extremely hard to keep my cool and to not let her see how badly I'm interested in her and how much I want to know her tonight before I go to bed.

"It's only fair I know yours," she tells me breaking the comfortable silence we have build sitting together.

I smirk because I knew she was dying to know my name but I can't exactly tell if she's interested in me but I can't wait to get out of her either.

"Niklaus, but you may call me, Klaus," I reply smirking at her. No one ever did call me Niklaus except for my family when they were angry and Elijah. He always called me by my first name, the eldest brother in family keeping the formality in 2012.

"Mmm. I much better prefer Nik," Caroline replies.

I shake my head but I don't let her notice as I begin to think about Rebekah and Kol the only two people who still to this day call me Nik. I don't let anyone but family call me by my real name or Nik, of course, every one else doesn't have a problem with Klaus but the fact that Caroline wants to call me Nik makes my knees weak like a high school teenager and I for one don't want to act or feel like one.

I chuckle and take another sip of my scotch, laughing at my own little private joke, "Only family call me Nik." I tell her and she smiles.

What a smile did she have, a smile that can practically take down the whole town down and for the first time I actually see her eyes sparkle. When I first looked into her eyes she didn't express much emotion, almost like a robot and now as I watch her eyes shine in delight I have a sudden urge to protect her and get her out of whatever misery she has or is going through.

"That's too bad because I do like the name Nik and I enjoy saying Niklaus even more," she tells me and takes a sip of her beer.

Oh, how I love how my name rolls of her tongue, it's different and it's exciting. No one has ever said my name like this beautiful woman does and it some how frightens me because I don't date women. I'm a single man that sleeps with random women and doesn't do the whole relationship thing. Relationships is for stupid people who can't stand the thought of ever being alone but with Caroline I actually fancy the thought of us being a couple and that makes me want to get Kol and make him slap me for even having such thoughts.

"So Klaus, tell me something about yourself? What do you do?" Caroline asks curiosity getting the best of her and before I can even stop myself I find myself telling her about me.

"I work at Mikaelson Enterprise."

Her eyes widen for a fraction of a second as if she didn't intend for me to know, "You're a lawyer then?" she asks and I wonder if she lives in Manhattan.

The only people that actually know about the Mikaelson Enterprise are the people that live in the city.

"Yes, I am, what about you, love?"

She frowns as I call her love and I'm afraid I've frighten her and the spark that was once in her eyes are now gone once again and I feel the robot in her come back out and play and I'm immediately angry with myself.

"I'm a secretary," she replies in a monotone voice and I frown with her because I think I might have lost my chance with her the second I asked her where she works.

It makes me wonder how I can go back in time and completely avoid the whole work question but then I remember she was the one who asked me where I worked.

I think quickly on how I can change the mood before this all goes down the drain and I lose the one girl I have been genuinely interested in such a long time, well basically ever.

I've never taken relationships seriously, I've always thought they were a joke and most all love is a man's greatest weakness and I for one don't want to be weak. Weakness is not in my vocabulary and I don't know why I would actually sit here and let this one woman let me grow weak.

"Tell some thing else about yourself, Caroline." I beg her for more information.

"Like what?" She asks not looking at me in the eye.

"Come on, talk to me, get to know me, I dare you."

She smiles slightly and I think I might have gotten her back with me but I'm not entirely sure how this will go.

"Fine, what do you want to talk about?" she wonders and I can't help my smile.

I've actually gotten her to stay and I can actually learn more about her. I can't exactly explain why I'm excited to get to know her and hear her talk or even why I'm so nervous. This woman can judge me completely and I have a sudden urge to make this woman like me.

"I want to talk about you. Your hopes, your dreams, everything you want in life." I ask her seriously.

I watch as she finishes her beer and doesn't reply or doesn't even turn to look at me. It's as if she's trying to contemplate and answer but she's such a complex person I can't read her.

The color of her eyes change each time she looks at me as if she's trying to figure me out as well as if she wants to figure out right here and right now if she can trust me and actually open up herself to me.

I could tell from the second I spotted her walk into the bar that she was going to be a challenge trying to break down her walls. Walls that have probably been up there for years, I knew from that second I saw her that I would have to work twice as hard with this woman than any other woman trying to get her to tell me about herself.

"That's the problem, I don't talk about myself," she whispers calling the bartender over and ordering a glass of water.

"How about we start small, like what you Americans call 21 questions." She replies.

She giggles and I almost die at the sound of her voice giggling. The most extraordinary sound, a sound I would do anything just to listen to the rest of my life and I truly mean this. I would never get tired of listening to her laugh, such an exquisite sound.

I smile with her because I honestly don't know what else to do because she's just that amazing right now. What flaws could this woman have, she's basically standing in front of me and I'm enjoying every second of this perfect woman.

"Americans huh? So England is better?" She asks trying to sustain her giggles as she asks me this and I chuckle with her.

"I never said that per-se, love, but yes," I reply simply and she continues to giggles.

"All right, we can try it out, I'm first." She starts and I nod as I watch her ask the most boring question ever, "What's your favorite color, Niklaus?"

I chuckle and my heart skips a beat as I hear her call me by my full name once more, "Mmm, complicated question," I tell her while I pretend to think of a reply, "I'd have to say blue."

I honestly don't have a favorite color I usually wear whatever but as I take a second look at her soft shiny skin and her golden locks and green eyes I quickly want to buy every blue clothing apparel I can find so she can wear it.

She would look delicious in anything blue and it would make her look even better than she does right now if that's even possible, which I don't think it is.

Since she started off with such an easy question I decided to follow, "What's you favorite food?"

She stops for a second and thinks, "A cheeseburger?" she replies and bites her lip and smiles.

If I could find a camera and capture her at this very moment I would draw a million sketches of her smiling like this right now. The sparkle in her eyes tell me she wants to continue this game and I love to continue even after the 21 questions are over.

"Cheeseburgers are delicious." I tell her and fall in love with the fact that she's not afraid to eat junk food and then my mind stops at full force and I almost choke.

Did I just say the "L" word out loud to myself? Did I just really say the word love as in falling in love? Could that even be possible? I stop thinking and drag it to the back of my mind because Caroline pulls me back with another question.

"Tell me, how long have you lived in New York?"

"Oh, that's too easy, love, about six years. How about yourself? Are you originally from New York?"

She stops to think again and I can tell she's contemplating on actually opening herself up to me and tell me more about her, things that could potentially matter.

I watch her closely and notice once more the spark in her eyes is gone and her lovely mouth is set into a straight line. She's no longer showing any emotion.

"No," she begins and I don't stop her and let her talk to me in her own time if she wants to explain more. If she doesn't she'll ask another question but after a long and excruciating minute she tells me more.

"I'm originally from a small town in Virginia, called Mystic Falls." I nod and wait for her next question while I debate on asking her why she's moved her or completely change my mind and ask her something else.

"How many brothers and sister do you have?" She wonders out loud and for a second I think she didn't plan on asking me this question originally.

"I have three brothers and one sister, do you have family?" I ask changing my mind on my previous question in mind.

She shakes her head, "No, I'm an only child."

"Do you like being a lawyer?"

I smile, oh work, "Yes, I do. I thought about becoming an artist but I quickly figured that wasn't going to lead me to any good places."

She nods in agreement and then I have the urge to ask her more about her work but decide against it because of the response it got me earlier.

"Do you live in Manhattan?" I ask her and I really can't deny that I don't know how that came out of my mouth.

"No, I don't, I'm visiting. I love the city." She replies.

I nod and order another glass of scotch and for the next hour we spend talking about ourselves and I'm completely intrigued by this woman even though I know completely next to nothing about her but she intrigues me and she calls something deep inside me and I constantly wonder if she's feeling the same.

I'm afraid of knowing how she feels and I'm afraid of even opening my mouth and asking her more about herself that is even close to her personal life because I know she's a closed person. I know that in order for me to even learn more about her I have to work on getting her walls down and the fact is that I won't even know if I'll see this goodness after tonight and I want to make this last for as long as I can.

I want to continue to talking to her until the early hours of the morning until I have to work and I actually have to departure myself from her because New York is such a big city that I might not even get to see her again and what frightens me the most is that fact that I actually made a move and spoke to her and I might be thinking about her for the rest of forever until I see her again and I don't even know her last name.

It's around four in the morning when Caroline takes a sip of her second glass of water she gets up from her seat and straightens her skirt and I actually get an even better look at her.

"I have to go, it was lovely to meet you, Niklaus." She says and leans closer to me and kisses my cheek, "Until next time," she whispers in my ear and like a horn dog teen-ager I actually shiver under her gaze.

She begins to walk away but I quickly take her hand and make her turn around and face me again. She opens her eyes widely and watches me curiously and I kiss her knuckles, "The pleasure is all my, love."

I kiss her once more, "Good bye, Caroline…"

She smirks, "Caroline Forbes. It's only right you know, Mr. Mikaelson."

I let go of her hand with regret and watch as she walks away from me and goes back upstairs to the main lobby leaving me with even more curiosity as ever as to who exactly is Caroline Forbes.