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Chapter 5: un voyage à Paris (A trip to Paris)

The flight to Paris was entertaining and relaxing. Klaus found Caroline to be great company; she was witty, smart and genuine. He honestly enjoyed their conversation. He liked that she was straightforward and honest with him.

"We should probably set some ground rules with this relationship," suggested Klaus while sipping his wine.

"Yeah, do you have anything in mind?" Caroline asked focusing her attention on Klaus.

"Keep things simple. You'll have your own personal space and everything. We'll just be two adults living in one roof, like housemates," he stated coolly. "Your turn"

"Just no lies, if this relationship is going to work, we need to try to be honest with each other," she whispered.

"Deal, no lies, no deceit," he muttered. Klaus felt a pang of guilt promising her that, he was mainly doing this for the contract. He shook away the feelings as quickly as it came, she would never have to know.

"So tell me about yourself," she asked changing the subject.

"My life isn't that interesting compared to yours."

"Tell me about your family then. It's only fair since you've met mine."

"Well, I have four siblings, two older brothers, a younger brother and a sister. There's Elijah- always doing the moral thing and what not, Finn- the dullest person you could ever meet, Kol- the mischievous wild troublemaker and Bekah- the drama queen," he chuckled.

"Wow, you have a huge family. You are lucky you have younger siblings; I've always wanted a younger sister. Growing up with two older brothers is just not the same."

"I've been meaning to ask you, do you know Kol?" he asked cautiously.

"Kol…the name sounds familiar," she said thoughtfully, racking her brain for clues. "The photographer Kol?"

"Yeah, that's him," he responded gruffly.

"His your brother! I don't see the resemblance," she gaped. "We've worked on a couple of photo shoots before, he is an outstanding photographer. The only flaw would be his attention span. Besides photography, he has an attention span of a goldfish. No offense. He is great company though, we got along really well," she smiled.

Klaus felt his blood boil at her reaction. He couldn't bear the thought of seeing Kol and Caroline spending their time together. "Well, based on the slight age difference, I'm sure you have loads in common," he said almost roughly.

"Really? How old is Kol anyway?"

"He is twenty six, four years younger than me."

"Wait, your thirty?" she exclaimed surprised.

"I thought you knew?" Klaus frowned.

"No, well you certainly don't look like it. So there's an eight year gap between us," she mumbled.

"Is my age a problem for you? Am I too old for your taste?" Klaus smirked.

"It's just I've never dated guys that were that much older than me before," she flushed, thinking about the amount of experience he had on her.

"So, have you been to Paris before?" Klaus asked changing the subject. He was still tad annoyed the way she smiled when she spoke about Kol.

"Yeah for business though. We had to shoot a commercial here once. I didn't have the opportunity to travel much then, but I do now. There's so many places I want to see," she squealed happily.

"I'll take you," he smiled.

Their eyes met. Gazes locked for a brief moment.

"You don't have to, I thought you have some business to attend to," Caroline said quietly.

"I insist, sweetheart. Besides the business won't take more than a day or two, we have a whole week ahead of us," he grinned.

"Really, that would be great! Well, I definitely want to visit the Eiffel Tower, the Notre Dame Catheral, the Arc de Triomphe, the Opéra de Paris Garnier and so many more," she replied dreamily.

"I'll take you to all of them and more," he replied, suppressing a grin.

It was the late morning when the plane landed in Paris. Upon landing, Klaus called his butler George to come and pick them up.

"I thought you were based mostly in LA, why the need for a butler in Paris?" she asked interested.

"Paris happens to be one of my favorite cities, I tend to come here often when I'm on vacation. It's sort of my vacation home," he shrugged.

"I never pictured you to be the romantic type," she teased.

Caroline was speechless when George parked into the driveway. This wasn't just a typical house, it was a freaking mansion, the type of villas you see on soap operas. "This is magnificent," she awed.

"Well, welcome to my humble home," he gestured, taking her hand with his.

"When you said you had a place, I assumed it would be those English cottages, this is amazing." The Victorian era architecture of the mansion left Caroline in amazement. The house was as beautiful on the inside as it looked from the outside. The walls were a balanced combination of paintings and contemporary art sculptures. There was a huge chandelier hung on the ceiling that lit up the hallway. At the end of the hallway, there was a spiral staircase that she could only assumed led to the upper floors. The place was truly breathtaking.

"Come, I'll show you to your room." Klaus led Caroline up the stairs and stopped at the last door. "This is your room, sweetheart," he said while opening the door.

The bedroom was beautiful. The walls were built from richly stained wood and a wide stone fireplace rose up to kiss the peak of a vaulted, exposed beam ceiling. The décor was French Provincial- style with comfortable looking furnishings in deep hues of primary colours, and thick, braided rugs covered the deeply polished wood floor. It was stylish, yet warm and welcoming.

At the opposite end of the room was a set of double doors that Caroline assumed led to the ensuite bathroom. The room was decorated with burgundy furniture and there was a huge four-poster bed sitting in the middle. The walls were covered with several paintings and there was a private balcony that overlooked the entire estate.

"The house is amazing. Thank you, this is beautiful," she said softly.

"Well, my room is just across from yours. You know where to find me if you need anything."

"Thanks."

"You must be exhausted, I'll let you rest for a bit, and I'll take you out for lunch later. I'll get George to bring your luggage up and if you want a drink or anything, there's a mini fridge inside the walk in closet. I'll give you a tour of the house later," he smiled before leaving her room.

While waiting for her baggage to be brought up, Caroline took the opportunity to explore her room. The bathroom was massive. There was a large marble whirlpool tub beside the twin sinks. There was a separate shower in one corner with no surround but a plughole in a beautifully tiled white floor. The decor consisted of white and gold vines painted on the walls around the top. A huge mirror was fitted on one side of the wall and the black marble floor was covered with a soft white fluffy rug.

The balcony gave a gorgeous view of the mansion. She had the complete view of the garden from her position. The garden was well tended, with lilies, roses and lilacs everywhere. There was also a pavilion in the middle of the garden. The view was astounding.

A rap at the door stopped her.

"Come in."

George came in with her baggage. "Miss Caroline, I hope you like your room and enjoy your stay here. If you need anything, you could just give me a ring by pressing 1 with the phone located on the bedside table. I've asked Martha our housekeeper to make some light refreshments, just head on down when you feel like it," he smiled, leaving Caroline alone.

She fiddled with her suitcase and started unpacking. Since the weather was fairly warm, she opted for a purple strapless sweetheart neckline dress and headed to the bathroom to take a warm bath.

She felt her muscles relax she settled herself into the essential oil bath she fixed. She took her time recollecting her thoughts- I'm married….I have a husband who happens to be absolutely gorgeous. The word husband sounded so foreign to her.

When she felt the bathwater tuned cold, she proceeded to take a hot shower. She took a quick shower and slipped into the bathrobe she found before blow-drying her hair.

She felt refreshed after the shower. She took her time changing into the dress and applying some light makeup. She decided to let her hair down in their natural loose curls and put on a beige cardigan. As she was applying her favorite cherry flavored lip-gloss, a knock on the door stopped her.

"Caroline, are you ready? Can I come in?" Klaus asked.

"Yeah come in," she responded.

He took a cautious step towards the room. "Caroline?" he called.

"I'll be out in a minute," she yelled from the bathroom. She took a final glance at mirror, satisfied with her look before heading out.

Klaus stood frozen looking at the sight of her. Even in a simple dress, she was spectacular. Her makeup was light, which highlighted her natural features. The dress she wore showed a little cleavage, the perfect combination of sensual innocence. He was met with a smile that melted his cold heart, "Klaus, let me just get my heels and we can leave."

She was glad she wasn't over dress seeing that Klaus had dressed casually, a grey Henley t-shirt with a pair of jeans. "Okay, I'm done, let's go," she grabbed her handbag before following Klaus.

"So, where are we going?" she asked.

"It's a surprise," he winked. Klaus led her to the foyer, "Wait here, I'll get the car," before disappearing what Caroline could only assume was the garage.

A couple of minutes later, Klaus was parked in the driveway in his red Ferrari. He got down from the drivers seat and opened the passenger door for her. He ensured she had her seat belt on before heading back to the drivers seat.

"I'm taking you to the one of my favorite restaurants. They have the best French patisseries," he explained while driving.

"Sounds great," she beamed.

Caroline hopped off her car once Klaus parked his vehicle. They made their way into the restaurant and Caroline felt her jaw dropped at the sight. The restaurant was a chocolate heaven! There were so many assortments of desserts ranging from croissants, macaroons, brownies and so much more. "This place is amazing," she said in wonder.

The waiter escorted them to a corner booth and handed them the menus. Caroline flipped through the menu, "What do you normally get?"

"Since it's your first time here, I recommend going for the macaroons," he replied while closing the menu.

"Yup, I'm fine with whatever you decide," she replied.

"Hi, we'll get one of the macaroons, one in each flavor. Can we also get a chocolate croissant and a hot-fudge brownie," Klaus ordered.

"Any beverages with that, sir?" asked the waiter.

"I'll have an Americano and for the lady…" he trailed.

"A caramel macchiato would be great, thanks," Caroline replied flashing the waiter a smile.

"So where are we going next?" Caroline asked while they waited for their order.

"How does the Notre Dame Catheral sound? It's not far from here," he said.

Before Caroline could reply, a French accented voice stopped her.

"Hi, are you Caroline Salvatore?" asked the voice.

"Hi, yes I am, what can I do for you?" she replied nicely.

"I'm a huge fan. Would I be able to grab a picture with you?" he asked hopefully.

"Uhm sure, why not," she answered while standing up.

The fan shoved the camera towards Klaus, "Can you please take a picture for us?" Before waiting for his reply, he was already standing beside Caroline, a hand wrapped over her shoulder.

Klaus took the photo unwillingly before handing the camera back to him.

"Can I have your autograph as well?" the fan asked while grabbing a pen.

"Yeah sure, where do you want me to sign it?"

"The back of my t-shirt is fine, make it to Tony," the fan squealed happily.

"There you go," Caroline said while handing him back his pen.

"Thank you and congratulations on your marriage," the fan smiled before leaving.

"That was unexpected," Klaus snorted.

"It's actually a pretty common scenario," she shrugged.

"You're joking right? So there will be more of this? Can I start collecting service fees for my photographing services?" Klaus responded sarcastically.

"Well, don't put it that way. Think of it on the bright side, we are in Paris, at least we are not swarm by the press," she replied half- heartedly.

Klaus was glad that they were not interrupted throughout the rest or the meal. He understood that it was part of her job, but he couldn't stand it. He had no idea why he had the urge to mark her every time a guy talks to her. Territorial much, he was turning in to a possessive freak.

They spent the next few hours visiting the Notre Dame Catheral and walking around the streets in Paris.

"Enjoying yourself?" Klaus asked making small talk.

"Absolutely! It's so different than the States. It's a really beautiful city. There's so much art and history surrounding it."

"It's getting late, let's make a move. We can have dinner at home," he stated walking towards his car.

"I'm still getting the tour once we get back right?" she asked at some point during the drive.

"Of course, I did promised you and I always keep to my word."

"Great! Where are we going tomorrow?" she asked hopefully.

"Sorry sweetheart. I have to drop in at the office tomorrow but I'll get George to drive you around," he said apologetically. Klaus wanted so badly to drop his work and accompany her around, but the sooner he completed his business, the sooner he could spend the remaining of their trip with her.

"Oh, that's fine," she murmured. Caroline knew that Klaus was here partially due to business, but she couldn't help but feel disappointed at his response.

"I'm sure you'll have a great time without me," he assured her, parking his car into the garage.

Klaus led Caroline back inside. "I'll just quickly give you a tour, so you can make yourself comfortable. So, firstly we have the basement that is also our wine cellar. You are more than welcome to have a taste. The first floor consists of the kitchen, the living room and also the dining area," he explained while showing her around.

"The second floor is where all the bedrooms and guestrooms are situated. The top floor consists of my home office and also a theatre room. Before I forget, there's an indoor pool and a Jacuzzi if you are up for a swim. You're more than welcome to explore the grounds yourself," he gestured.

"It's beautiful, thank you," Caroline flashed him a faint smile.

Dinner was delicious. Martha was a fantastic cook. Caroline was definitely enjoying her time in Paris.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Klaus asked once she finished her dessert.

"Oh yeah sure."

Klaus led her into the theatre room and turned off the lights. "What movie do you have in mind?" he asked while making himself comfortable beside her. He was careful to leave a safe distance between them.

"I don't really mind," she shrugged.

Klaus grabbed the remote and browse through his playlists before deciding on 'The Dark Knight'.

They watched the movie in silence. Caroline felt his glance on her every now and then making her just a bit self-conscious.

Klaus knew he risked offending her, but couldn't seem to help himself from continuingly stealing peeks of her. He had never been in this position before. Sure, he had been with many women before, but those were strictly a physical relationship. This was different, he didn't know what to expect or do.

Every now and then her eyelids closed, and for a few seconds she seemed to be dozing. Then with a little start she would wake up again. He found her actions cute and attractive. Hell, everything about her was attractive. He knew deep down that since the moment he laid eyes on her, he was captivated by her beauty. She was so different then those women he had meaningless one-night stands with. He was able to engage in an actual conversation with her. This blonde angel intrigued him.

Klaus felt a sudden pressure on his shoulder only to find Caroline asleep on his shoulder. She must have been exhausted with everything that had happened in these past two days. He smiled, loving the way her blonde locks draped around her face and his shoulders. He turned off the TV and took his time studying her features.

He slowly lifted her arms placing it around his neck then he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He froze when she stirred slightly but was relieved when she continued sleeping. He carried her bridal- style down the flights of stairs as gently as possible. He quietly opened and closed her bedroom door behind him. As he gently laid her down on the bed, he eased her footwear off slowly before pulling the silk sheets over her body.

He tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "Goodnight sweetheart. Sweet dreams," he whispered gently, placing a soft light kiss on her forehead. He took one last look at her before walking out of the room.

It was late afternoon when Caroline woke from her deep slumber. For a few seconds, she was confused as to her surroundings. The last thing she remembered was watching 'The Dark Knight', she must have fallen asleep. She smiled knowing Klaus was responsible for carrying her back to bed. She hopped out of bed, ready for a great day ahead. She took a hot shower eager to start the day fresh and alert. She decided to dress casual again, opting for a floral blouse and a pair of dark skinnies.

George was already waiting for her when she got down. "Morning, Miss Caroline," he greeted politely.

"Morning George, is Klaus still here?"

"Mr Mikaelson left early this morning. He specifically told me to escort you wherever you want. Oh, and Mr Mikaelson left you this note," said George while handing her a fancy envelope.

"Thanks."

Caroline carefully tore of the seal to find a note.

Morning sweetheart,

I hope you had a good night's sleep. Sorry I couldn't accompany you today, but I've arranged George to drive you wherever you want ;) I've made a reservation for us at Le Meurice for dinner tonight. Wear something fancy as I've also got us two tickets for 'The phantom of the Opera' showing tonight. I'll be home to pick you up by half past five. Have a fantastic day and I'll see you soon Caroline.

Yours truly,

Klaus

Caroline couldn't explain the flood of emotions she felt after reading the letter. It was a touching gesture and she was moved by it. She looked at the grandfather's clock realizing that it was already almost two in the afternoon. Klaus would be back soon.

"George, I think I'm just going to stay at home today."

"Of course, Miss Caroline. Can I get you anything else then?"

"Some lunch would be great," she smiled feeling a pang of hunger.

"I'll get Martha on it right away," he replied before taking his leave.

Whilst waiting for her lunch, Caroline went back upstairs to explore the other rooms. There were a total of eight rooms in the second floor. Each room was decorated differently. The first room she walked into, she assumed it to be the library. The room was covered with floor- to- ceiling wall- to- wall bookshelves, full of great books. The second and third room was similar to her room, guestrooms. She was contemplating whether she could take a quick look of Klaus's bedroom. Blame it on her curiosity. After having an internal debate, she pushed the double doors of his bedroom open. Her eyes widened as she entered his bedroom. His bedroom was huge. In the center of the room stood a large four-poster king sized bed made of polished dark cherry wood. There was a huge plasma television hung on the wall opposite the bed and the rest of the room was furnished with antique objects and paintings. "Wow, this is truly something," she said taking in the surroundings.

There was another door near the fireplace, her curiosity getting the best of her. She pushed the door to find a room filled with paintings and sketches of all sorts. "He paints," she mused. His work area was covered with a range of paintings from portraits to landscapes. She flicked through each sketch, thoroughly looking at the detailed paintings. She lingered around for quite awhile, taking in the beautiful masterpieces before her growling stomach that needed immediate attention extracted herself away. She made a mental note to ask Klaus about his secret passion for art later.

She headed to the dining room to find Martha setting down a plate of pasta and some stew. Caroline ate quietly enjoying the serenity of the home. By the time she was finished, it was still fairly early. She decided to make use of the Jacuzzi and maybe a quick swim. She slipped onto her halter neck Brazilian black and gold bikini, tying her hair up into a loose ponytail before heading down to the pool.

The underground indoor pool was incredible. It was designed to look like a private lagoon with a mini waterfall. It reminded her of the Malibu mansion her family used to spend together during the summer holidays.

She removed the bathrobe she had, before slipping down into the bubbling water. The hot tub provided her with the much-needed relaxation. She was so relaxed that she dozed off.

Klaus had been busy at his office the entire day. There was just so much stuff that he had to go through for this upcoming investment deal. By the time he was done with all his meetings he was exhausted. He decided to clock off early, eager to see Caroline again.

"Where's Caroline?" he asked George the moment he walked in.

"Miss Caroline is downstairs using the pool facilities," George replied while putting away Klaus's coat.

Klaus made his way downstairs in an attempt to surprise her. His jaw dropped a little at the sight before him. He saw Caroline walking over from the bar in a tiny black and gold bikini, flaunting her voluptuous curves.

"Klaus, you're back," she stated after noticing he was standing rigidly beside the pool.

He gulped before handing her a towel. "Hi, you should probably start getting ready," he responded roughly before leaving.

Caroline was taken aback at his unfriendly response but shrugged it off. His probably just exhausted from working.

Klaus practically ran up into his room. He relaxed once he locked his door; he looked down to see a rather big bulge in pants. Klaus found himself extremely aroused at the sight of her, noting the water droplets dripping off her cleavage. The tiny Brazilian bikini barely covered a thing. The sight called up vivid memories of her body from the night. He was aroused with a huge erection much to his inconvenience. How the hell was he going to withhold sex for six months when everything she does practically turns him on! He was sexually frustrated. He sighed; he needed a very cold shower to get rid of his erection and his desire for her.

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