Chapter Four


"Do you have any idea what time it is?" She kept her head high and her eyesight directly focused on a spot passed his left shoulder. There was no way that she could be stern and look at him at the same time. It wasn't happening.

"No actually. Why do I get the feeling you won't hesitate in telling me?"

She scoffed at his cavalier tone. Seriously? How dare he?!

"Excuse me?!"

"What time is it sweetheart? As riveting at this conversations is I'm a bit busy at the moment so if we can get this over with…"

"Caroline was fairly certain that steam was actually pouring from her ears. She could not for the life of her remember being as mad as she was at this very moment. Forget that he was one of the most gorgeous men that she had ever seen in her entire life. Forget that his voice got her hotter than a sinner r in church. He was absolutely, without a doubt, the most conceited, arrogant, pigheaded….. "Oh I know. I'm pretty sure everyone in the apartment complex knows that you are busy tonight. And last night, and the night before that."

He seemed perplexed. He had the audacity to look confused! "I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"It means that I'm surprised there isn't a hole in my wall because you've pounded some poor girls head through it with the force of your dick." If Caroline was in control right now, she might have cringed at the thought of being so crass, but the only thing she could think was that if she murdered him the judge would send her to prison and she looked ridiculously awful in orange.

The charm he had probably spent a lifetime perfecting melted away with the fake pleasantries.

"I beg your pardon. I don't think that's any of your business."

"It became my business the minute you started depriving me of sleep. You might be new here, so let me give you a hint. Keeping your neighbors awake is no way to make new friends."

He watched her, as if he was half way certain that this was all some sort of joke. "I think you are overreacting love."

"I am not, and don't call me that, and what are you talking about?" She made the mistake at looking down and her eyes immediately fixated on his crotch. Jesus, the man was still hard. An arch of electricity raced through her. NO! Focus Caroline. Focus.

"These walls seem pretty thick. I haven't had a single problem since I moved into this flat."

"Well generally decent human beings try to be quiet in the middle of the nightt. Not wake up everyone within a 3 block radius."

Her gave her that grin again, that heart melting, knee knocking, no bars held smile. "Jealous?"

She laughed at that. Honestly laughed at the gall of this smug man in front of her.

"Please." She raised a hand in disbelief pushing a fallen lock of her blonde hair away from her face in irritation. "Keep it down or I'm calling the landlord."

"Oooohhhh I'm terrified. Consider me warned, your highness." The door twitched in his hand almost like he was going to slam it shut in her face but reconsidered. "You know sweetheart. This has been a delightful evening but I think it's about time for it to come to an end."

She didn't even give him the satisfaction of a response, he didn't deserve one. Rolling her eyes she turned to go back in her apartment, replete in the knowledge that the argument was officially over and the issue settled. His words stopped her as her hand circled the cool brass of her doorknob.

"Just for your information, for the next time you come over to see me…" His gaze drifted back over her body, lust once more igniting in the depths of his steely blue eyes. "I do love a woman in red."

The scoff that came out of her was practically a scream. She slammed the door shut stomping back up her hallway to the living room. She was still fuming as she wrenched out a blanket and pillow from the hall closet, opting to avoid her bedroom for the night. Of all the assholes in all of the world, why did their King have to take up residence next door.


Two days later the girls finally managed to get together again. Luckily Yves Saint Laurent was having a sample sale and not a single one of them could resist the call of discount designer duds. Caroline was lazily thumbing through a rack of dresses as she retold her neighbor drama to the girls.

"So he just stopped banging the girl so he could open the door?" Kat questioned trying to wrap her head around the specifics. "Poor girl."

"To be honest I didn't give him much of a choice. I wasn't going to stop knocking until he answered."

"Still though…"she slipped one of her dainty feet into an emerald pair of sling-backs. "No dedication. I don't like him already."

Bonnie gave a hearty laugh, rolling her eyes at the brunette. "I'm sure he'll be heartbroken when he finds out."

Anger boiled over. "I couldn't even believe the way he acted. Without a single shred of decency. SO arrogant. The man is a tool! He is every single tool that has even been inside or around a tool box. NO! He's more than that, he is a six foot by six foot, packed to the rafters, hoarders edition toolshed." She was ranting then, she knew by the way her chest was heaving that she had gotten a little carried away. But there was something about that guy though; something that got under her skin and made her want to claw his eyes out. Something that made her lose her carefully collected control.

Bonnie's eyes rounded in aww as she drew out a dress from a rack. "Care, this dress was made for you!" Bonnie, as usual, didn't disappoint. The first thing she noted was that the dress was Crimson red. Her thoughts flitted back to Klaus's parting words the other night and fury boiled within her simmering beneath the surface. The second being that there was a brand new pair of shoes sitting in her closet that would look killer with it. Lastly was that if she didn't buy the dress, she might literally die.

Her hand eased around the cool fabric, sliding down the length of it tenderly. "Oh god." She moaned as she analyzed the cut. "Where have you been my entire life?" It would be skin tight on her, that she already knew. The entire silhouette screamed 1960's sex symbol hell bent on seducing James Bond. The perfect amount of modern to vintage. The dress was so perfect she wasn't totally sure it didn't manifest itself right out of her mind.

"If you don't buy it…" Kat started taking a step towards causing Caroline to hug the garment as tight as she could.

"No I'm going to buy it."

Bonnie knew exactly what to say to sell it further. "It would be perfect for that engagement party at the Chateau Marmont." Katherine gave an approving nod as she packed the shoes in a box and stuffed it under her arm.

"You two are invited to that by the way. It's an open bar and there is going to be at least 300 people there."

"You aren't going to make us staff again are you?" She asked, a pleading look in her eyes as she held up a dress for Caroline's opinion.

"That was one time and I apologized with Kate Spade and batting eyelashes. I promise you guys will be guests and all you will have to do will lift up your drink. That would look great on you." Bonnie smiled as she held the dress up to herself smoothing out the skirt. Another half an hour had left her bank account significantly lighter, but as they pushed opened the door into the sunshine she felt a serenity she hadn't felt in days.

She shifted her bag to her other arm digging into her purse for her phone. They made their way down the street looking for a restaurant they all could agree on for lunch.

"Wait, you never said, was the guy hot?" Caroline stopped, staring at Kat in sheer confusion.

"What?"

"You know the neighbor. The asshole." Irritation flared through her again at the mention of him. Asshole didn't even begin to cover it.

"That guys is…uggghhh." She couldn't explain in mere words how much she disliked the man.

"I know I know. Toolshed. But is he hot?" Caroline refused to let herself succumb to Kat's line of questioning. She would maintain her hatred for as long as she could.

"I don't know." She said primly.

"Would you fuck him?"

Would she fuck him? The dam burst washing over the image of Klaus in vivid detail. Every mouthwatering inch of him. The hair, the body, the face, the voice. It was entirely unfair that a man who looked like he did was such a cocky bastard. But would Caroline fuck him? As long as the only time he spoke was to tell her in explicit detail exactly what he was going to do to her then abso-fucking-lutely.

The answer must have been written plain as day on her face. Bonnie called her out in a millisecond. "Oh my god you totally would!"

They did not let her hear the end of it for the rest of her day.

A/N: Hey everyone! Another update for you. Let me know what you think so far! I am glad that everyone is enjoying the story so far. If you have a chance go check out the book "Wallbanger" which is what this story is based off of.

Just an FYI, I am going to be in Vegas for the next five days so I might not get a chance to update until next Tuesday. I will be writing though, I'll just be doing it Poolside.

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