A torn dress shirt and one broken heel were supposed to be the only collateral damage to Caroline's one night stand in a perfect world.
Unfortunately she lived in this one where there seemed to be no justice because now her face was plastered all over the front page of every tabloid name she'd sneaked into her room since she was ten.
Her plans were flawless get in and get out like that song, touch and go, but nope, no, paparazzi's had to get involved.
Had to get a heinous picture of Klaus grabbing her backside under her dress, she almost squeaked at the thought of her parents seeing that.
Her dress was ruined by his deliciously gifted hands that and the rain that had clouded her morning and ruined what was left of her waves.
She huffs hearing him moving behind her in with a soft humming that makes him seem familiar somehow as he approaches.
"Don't touch me," she reminds him as she sits in her ire on his very expensive sofa with his overly large dog resting his chocolate brown head on her knee.
Klaus looks from her to the dog before muttering, "Traitor," under his breath at the animal who's seemingly taken her side.
Caroline smirks at that her hand reaching out to scratch behind the dogs ear's, "I tried to tell you not to go back that way didn't i?" he says from the kitchen.
"Well," she lets out a breath looking up at his ceiling, "Yeah but I thought you were just being a guy," she mutters in reply as his dog climbs onto the seat next to her.
"And I thought you knew who I was last night," he replies as he licks his fingers catching her looking at him a hint of red tinting her cheeks.
"You looked familiar but I did tell you I've had my head buried in books for about three years now trying to finish graduate school," she reminds him as he comes closer.
"I do remember," he says as he places a hand on the back of the sofa next to her before he leans down handing her a coffee and whispering in her ear, "That was before I buried my head between…"
Caroline's hand pinches his plump lips together to keep him from reminding her of what transpired last night because there was no need for that.
Just touching him now sent a thrumming through her system making her heart stop as their eyes lock, "How much longer until I can go?" she asks instead.
"I thought artists were in need of instant gratification not psychology majors," he responds coming around with his own cup.
Her mouth falls open and he gently shuts it with his calloused finger, "Don't look so shocked, I listened very intently to every word you uttered last night," he states.
Caroline bites her cheek to keep from smiling too widely at the thought of Klaus being intrigued by her "I'll admit to enjoying a slow burn when it's warranted."
She looks down at his bare feet walking on the soft carpet as her eyes slide up his jeans and bare chest his necklaces dangling from his neck like they had the night before.
All but one which she had torn during their naughty activities and Caroline had currently wrapped like a bracelet around her wrist with his help.
She just about came when he tugged the last loop through the knot with his teeth then lifted her up in his arms and kissed her until her lips were numb.
He watches her wistful stare as he sips his coffee wanting more than anything for her attention to be back on him so he raises his brows and looks at her.
"I thought I took it rather slow," he said sliding into the seat on the other end of the sofa patting his dog's back, "I had you under me for hours."
Caroline feels her smile grow as she groans throwing her head back, "Shut up," she laughs as she hits him on the shoulder playfully.
"I like my shirt on you," he says after a moment his eyes raking over her as she leans back his eyes burning her skin everywhere he looks. "You should keep it."
"I think I will," she says as the dog finds something more amusing on the other end of the loft and Klaus all but takes up the rest of the sofa.
His smirk grows as his eyes light up and she absolutely knows what he's thinking about, "Stop picturing it," she sighs placing a hand over her face.
"I can't," he replies, "I want to do it again," he confesses making her gasp her head shooting up as his face leans closer to hers.
"With me?" she asks stupefied as his front door opens and a man in a suit strides in along with a curly haired brunette.
"We'll continue this later," Klaus says vaguely as he stands shaking hands, "Elijah, Kat," he says introducing them, "My PR team."
"I'm Caroline," she says waving a hand from the couch Klaus has left her glued to Elijah nods and Kat looks like a Cheshire cat on the prowl.
"Nice to see you finally gained some taste," Kat remarks after looking Caroline over and extending her hand, "Come on, I brought you some clothes."
"I see my brother still lacks it," Klaus bites out as the pair leave them clothes in hand to Klaus' room where no doubt last night's events are evident.
"Niklaus what were you thinking?" Elijah asks as soon as the door shuts, "Were you thinking?" she asks pacing the carpet, "After Tatia."
"We do not say the T-word in this house," Klaus reminds him as he looks at his bedroom door, "I like her," he says leaving Elijah to his deductions.