Klaus cut the engine of his car as he reached the Salvatore house and turned to face the girl beside him.

"You have to stop this, Charlotte."
"You kissed me, remember?"
"I know but I shouldn't have."
"Says who?"
"I'm a lot older than you. You're still in high school! Your brothers are my best friends!"
"I'm not a little girl anymore, Klaus." Charlotte whispered as she leaned closer in to Klaus.

She could feel the heat of his breath on her cheek and the way he was looking at her made Charlotte want press her lips against his.

"No, you're certainly not." Klaus replied with a small groan.

He could already feel how hard their brief kiss had left him and he wanted nothing more than to take her to bed, but he knew couldn't do that. Charlotte may be of legal age but she was still of limits. He just wished she wouldn't tempt him so much.

"Klaus…"
"Charlotte…"
"Kiss me."

Klaus hesitated for a second. The right thing to do would be to tell her no and insist she leave the car and go straight to bed but the thought of not joining her in that bed, of not feeling her skin on his as he made her moan his name, caused Klaus to let out groan of frustration. What he wanted to do and what he knew he should do were two different things and his mind was waging a battle between the two. However, his morals finally won out as he opened his mouth to reject the girl he so desperately wanted.

"Not tonight." Klaus said with a small smile.
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow." Charlotte replied stepping out of the car.
"Tomorrow?"
"I always get what I want, Klaus and I want you. So I'll play you for it."
"Play me for it?"
"Yeah. You can choose the game and make the bet. Be here or I'll come and get you."

With that Charlotte was gone. Klaus smiled wildly to himself and shock his head in disbelief. Charlotte had guts, he had to give her that.

***

It was the next evening when Klaus showed up at the house of his best friend. He had tried to convince himself all throughout the day while he had been working that he should not take Charlotte up on her offer of a game, but he just couldn't resist the challenge or seeing her again. Klaus found that he was becoming quite addicted to the sight and feel of the young girl and the thought of being in her presence again thrilled him.

Klaus walked into the house, not bothering to knock. It was a habit he had grown up with and the Salvatore's did not mind; Klaus was like family to them.

"Ah, Klaus my boy. I didn't know you were coming over." Giuseppe said, looking away from the book he held in his hand.
"Yeah, mate. You should have let me know and I could have hung out with you but I'm off to see Caroline tonight."
"No worries, Stefan. I'm actually here to see your sister."
"Charlotte? Why?"
"Rematch."
"Ah. I don't think it's wise you play against her again."
"This time I got to pick the game and believe me, I won't lose." Klaus smirked.

He had purposefully picked a game that no-one had ever beaten him at. It was a game he knew Charlotte had no interest in and therefore, would not win. At least, that was the hope. He had come up with a bet and he was determined to win.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Charlotte had the noise of Klaus's engine as he parked outside the house. She had hoped he would turn up but she had doubted he would.

"I'm here to win back my pride."
"Give it your best shot."
"I intend to, love."

The two competitors were now only inches away from each other and they could see the lust that was present in each other's eyes. Charlotte let a smirk escape. Klaus wanted her and he would have her, but first she was going to put on a good show.

"What's the game?"
"Poker."

Klaus saw Charlotte burrow her brows in disapproval. They both knew Charlotte had never enjoyed poker and was a poor player at the card game.

"Fine. Poker it is." She stated as she made her way to the table in the dining room and waited for Klaus to join her.
"I'll leave you to it, mate. Just be gentle." Stefan laughed as he left the house, pleased that Klaus was keeping Charlotte out of trouble but non-the-wiser about the true nature of their bet.
"I'll think I'll retreat to my room, Klaus. I am all to aware that my daughter does not take losing well and can be quite the screamer as a result.

"I'll keep that in mind." Klaus mumbled to himself, smirking, as Giuseppe travelled up the stairs and he made his way to the dining room.

"Hello, love." Klaus grinned as he took in the sight of Charlotte waiting patiently for him.
"Why did it have to be poker?" Charlotte asked, pouting.
"Well, because strip poker was out of the question."
"That would have been more fun." Charlotte replied; leaned forward as Klaus dealt the cards and was afforded with a pleasant view of her pert breasts in her low cut woollen dress.
"What I have in mind for when I win will be much more fun, I promise."
"When you win?"
"Yes, love."
"Don't get so cocky."
"I'm all about the cocky, love."
"Oh, I know."

An hour later the game was over and Klaus was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"You never told me the bet." Charlotte pouted with crossed arms, still steaming over being beaten.
"I decided to take a leaf out of your book."
"What does that mean?"
"It means, love, that there will come a time when I will ask you to do something for me and you will have no choice but to." Klaus said with a wicked grin plastered over his face and lust in his voice.

Standing up from the table and gathering the cards, Klaus made to exit the room.

"Where are you going?"
"Home. Don't worry, I will collect my winnings."

Charlotte watched him leave and continued to sit for a moment. She had been in charge and now Klaus had power over her. It thrilled her.