A few days had passed since Angelica had last talked to Kl—he who would not be named-and the silence had been blissful. She hoped it would continue. Forever, in fact, if she was lucky.

Without him around to get in the way, Angelica knew she could focus more on trying to have some fun. She didn't care who she went to bed with, just if they were good-looking. That was why one Saturday night, she got dressed in her clubbing clothes and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Wow," she whispered to herself with a whistle and a wink. "You look hot."

The long-sleeved, blue sequined crop top she wore did wonders for her breasts (which was good because she wasn't blessed in that area to begin with), and the matching tight skirt with slits up the side showed the world in no uncertain terms that she had an ass!

She had put a lot more work than usual into her hair and make-up and it looked good! To die for, even. It stunned her how well it had come out since she was used to just doing something very basic for work.

It was all very promising and a good omen for her evening, which would take her out of the dry spell she'd been stuck in since she and Sammy had split up. She was in the mood for pure fun. Nothing serious, no strings attached. That was the plan for now and the foreseeable future. And then, when or if she was in the mood for something else, she could try somewhere very different from a night club.

For now, though, she was fine on her own. Business was keeping her busy, the money was rolling in, and…she felt successful. That was enough. She didn't need a man or a marriage license to get something out of her life! In fact, things would probably be much simpler if she didn't try and get into a serious relationship ever again. And that was fine. But sex? She couldn't not have sex. She needed it.

Then she looked down at her feet, cursing the fact that she couldn't be barefoot at a night club. After looking through her many pairs of shoes, she grabbed a pair of high-heeled sandals. They would be a pain to walk in, but they looked sexy, and they were in favorite color, silver. If anything would help her get a man, they would, along with everything else she was wearing. Yep, she was ready to bring any man into her bed if he was not Klaus Mikaelson!

Giving herself one last look in the mirror, she ran a brush through her hair and grabbed her clutch purse before heading out her bedroom door and to her car. It was showtime. And the men of Inferno had better watch out!

"What will it be?" Noah asked one of his male regulars who sat on a bar stool directly in front of him. Roxie and Vince were out for the night on a date for their anniversary so he was doing the best he could to man the bar by himself, since all his siblings, who usually helped him out, seemed to be busy, and he didn't want to call Sammy since things between him and Angelica were still a bit weird and that would mean trouble if they were in the same room.

"Beer," the man responded. "I don't care what, since you're really busy."

"Oh, you have no idea," Noah replied, pausing for a second to wipe his brow and then going back to serving drinks, then almost crying with relief when he heard Angelica's voice.

"Hello, brother!"

"Hey, sis, what are you doing here?" He asked, giving her a smile and a salute. "You look wonderful so I assume you didn't show up to give your poor brother a hand with the bar tending since Roxie and Vince are out."

"Didn't you call someone?" She asked.

"Yes, but everyone is busy!" Noah nodded. "So, what do you want? And please make it quick."

"Well, I just came for some good music, lots of fun and flirting…" She shrugged.

Noah raised an eyebrow. He knew his sister. They were incredibly close and this was not characteristic of her. She was a long haul sort of person. "Flirting? It hasn't been that long since you and Sammy broke up and you want a one-night stand?"

"Why not?" Angie asked. "I look hot! Besides, you have no room to judge, Mr. 'I have sex rooms in my night club'! If you can do that, so can I! I have needs just like you do! I'm a grown-ass woman, not a baby!"

"I know," he said, "But you're really…not the type to sleep around. Are you okay?"

"I should ask you the same question." Angelica returned. "You sleep around all the time, a different woman every night! And we all know it's to avoid thinking about the sexual feelings you have for your sweet goddaughter!"

"Damn it, Angelica!" Noah swore, wide eyed. "Don't go shouting that for everyone to hear! And it's not even any of your business!"

"How can it not be my business?" Angelica shot back. "You can't shut up about her! Maybe you're not the type to sleep around either, but you just don't want to admit it!"

"Okay, fine, whatever," Noah shrugged. "Do what you want cause I don't have time to argue with you. This place is full of available guys, so you shouldn't have trouble finding someone." He gave her a sly grin. "What can I get you?"

Angelica thought for a moment. "A shot of tequila," she decided. "And a Sex on the Beach."

He rolled his eyes and made them for her as she thought about why she'd asked for them. She'd never asked for something like Sex On the Beach before. She was more of a Dirty Shirley and Cosmo kind of woman. Then she realized why, and a growl escaped her throat. It was because of Klaus Mikaelson and his stupid island!

She reached for the glasses but he pulled them back out of her reach. "On second thought, I don't know if I want to give you these. You know how you get when you mix alcohols."

Angie bared her teeth and leaned forward. "And you know how you're gonna get when my fist mixes with your face if you don't serve me now!" She hissed. "You're my freaking little brother! You can't talk to me like that!"

"Damn," he murmured as he pushed the drinks toward her, his eyes wide. "What's gotten your panties in a twist, sis?"

"Nothing and no one has done anything with my panties," she said. "I'm just sick of people thinking that I'm not the sort to have drinks and party!"

"Drink the tequila first," he instructed, pushing the salt and lime her way.

Angelica gave him a look, then tasted the salt, downed the drink and sucked the lime, wincing and shaking. It was awful, but it was alcohol and just the thing she needed to forget you-know-who, Sammy, and all the other crap in her life. She managed a grin as she set the shot glass down, motioning for him to give her another.

"Hey, Noah!" Klaus greeted as he made his way to the bar. "You look swamped tonight. Where are my daughter and son-in-law? Shouldn't they be helping you? Or did you decide to give them the night off for their anniversary?"

"Yep," Noah nodded. "That's what I did. Hey, Klaus. Nice to see you back!"

Klaus threw his jacket behind the bar and took seat on one of the stools. "I wouldn't mind a beer when you have two seconds."

"That seems to be a popular choice tonight," Noah observed, pulling one out and opening it. "Do you want it in the glass, or do you just want the bottle?"

"Just give me the bottle, please," Klaus said. As he clutched the chilled bottle, he looked around the club. All sorts of different species mingled here and no one batted an eye. It didn't take long for women to start catching his eye, looking as if they wanted to eat him up. He smiled back at them, but didn't pursue anyone. He wasn't interested in a one-night stand. Not tonight. "So, tell me, did everyone know that I left town? I meant for it to be a secret!"

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, it was the fiasco you caused at your stepfather's wedding that's been more on everyone's minds lately. You'll have to thank your daughter Roxie for spreading that around. That and telling me everything else."

"So Roxie told you everything, did she?" Klaus nodded. "No surprise there. For all her good qualities, her mouth is as big as her mother's."

Noah nodded. Even though Klaus had drunk most of the bottle he had already, there was always a chance he'd want another. "Do you want a glass for your next one?"

"Nope," Klaus shook his head. "I like it better straight from the bottle!"

"Good," Noah nodded. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm swamped, as you saw, because, as I told you, Vince and Roxie took the night off."

"Right," Klaus nodded. "Thanks for the beer!" He took another gulp and almost spit it out as a beautiful brunette caught his eye. She was tall and wore silver high heeled sandals to make herself even taller, a sequined top, and a tiny skirt that left little to the imagination. He blinked a few times then his jaw dropped when he realized who it was.

"Noah, is that your sister? Is that Angel-ica?"

"Sequined top, tiny skirt, silver shoes?"

"Yes,"

"Yeah, that's her," Noah nodded. "She's here to dance and drink and flirt. At least that's her plan, anyway. Talk later!"

"You don't say," Klaus grinned to himself. "Well, the night just got a lot more interesting!" He kept his eyes on her, growling a little as a burly werewolf approached her. He was bearded, muscular, and looking her up and down like she was a piece of meat.

"Well, hello, there beautiful! Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

Angelica turned and looked him over. His scent alone shouted 'werewolf', but she didn't care what he was, as long as he would fuck her good. And she could let the bad pickup line slide as long as he was good-looking and smelled nice.

"Well, no, actually," she burst into giggles. "God pushed me down the ladder!" She began giggling and swaying on her feet, all the tequila she'd drunk finally catching up with her.

"Hey, hey," the guy told her and grabbed her around the waist. "I got you. I got you good!"

"Sorry," she apologized. "I'm so…so drunk!"

He smirked. "It's all right, sweetheart. I have everything under control. You'll be safe with me because I'm going to take good care of you." He lowered his hands to her butt and squeezed. "Why don't you take another sip of your drink."

"All right," Angie nodded and drank.

Klaus had seen every second of this exchange and wanted nothing more than to rip the man's head off, not only because he had been flirting with Angel, but also because he'd put a pill in her drink, the sex pill, which made it very easy for people, both human and supernatural, to rape others.

"Noah, I know you're busy but your sister is in trouble! The guy she was talking with just put a pill in her drink!"

Noah groaned and locked eyes with Klaus. "I knew this would happen. Angelica is really not cut out for this shit, no matter what she says. Would you please go take care of it for me? I'll give you free drinks for at least a month. I don't care what they are!"

Klaus groaned. Part of him felt that no amount of free beer could compensate for having to deal with Angelica in this situation, but he supposed he had to at least try. "I'll do it," he growled to himself. "Even though I know I'm going to regret it for the rest of time."

"We're going to leave this club," The man whispered. "You're so drunk and drugged that I'll be able to fuck you for the rest of the night."

Even in the state she was in, Angelica's eyes widened and she started to try and pull away. "No," she muttered. "No, no. I don't want…" But her head was spinning and she just wanted to sleep.

"It's okay. I'll walk you to my car." He let her go for a second, just enough time for him to be thrown against the wall and raised in the air, a hand mercilessly squeezing his throat.

"You see, I don't like men who abuse women. Especially nice, good, lovely women like my Angel here who's been having a bad day and just wanted to have a good time tonight without being pestered by an entitled jackass. They disgust me! And it's a habit of mine to subject them to painful torture!"

The man, who was trying to pull Klaus' hands from his throat, stopped struggling for a moment. "K-Klaus Mikaelson? This is your girl? Sorry, man. I didn't know."

It wasn't true, but if it would save Angel, he had no problem lying. "Yes," he said, giving the man shake as Angelica giggled. "Take that in the teeth you…you…b-b-bastard!" she taunted, then swayed, causing Klaus to drop the man on the floor so he could catch her before she fell on her face before bursting into giggles.

As he got her on her feet the best he could, he saw her attacker trying to escape and grabbed him again. "So you've heard of me? Marvelous! That means we can dispense with all the pleasantries and I can commence beating you senseless." He grabbed the man's groin. "And it's good that you know who made you impotent!"

"No!" The man cried, eyes wide. "Have mercy, please!"

Klaus sneered and dropped him hard on the floor, his voice full of disdain. "If I catch you here again pulling this stunt on another woman, I'll kill you. Do you understand?"

The man nodded, got to his feet, and ran off, leaving everyone to stare.

"What are you all looking at?" Klaus demanded. "Nothing to see! Go back to your drinks!"

After everyone went back to their business, he turned around just in time to see Angelica grab a bottle of vodka and start to bring it to her lips. "No, no, no," he shook her head and grabbed her around the waist to bring the bottle down. "No more of that for you." He cupped her face to get a good look at her. Her pupils were dilated and she was having trouble focusing. Between that and the incessant giggling, it was clear that she was now fully under the influence of drugs. "You've had enough tonight, love."

"Klaus," she whispered, gracing him with a blurry glance as she ran her fingers over his chest. "Klaus, is that you, my big, strong, sexy man?"

"In the flesh, Angel," he smiled, putting an arm around her waist to help her stand.

"My big Wee-Wee came back…came back to save me!" She exclaimed with a large grin while trying to run fingers through his hair. Everything was spinning and she definitely needed to lean on him for support.

"Your what?" Klaus asked, frowning.

She chuckled and stood on tiptoe to reach his ear. "It's a secret," she whispered. "Only you and I know about your big penis!"

Klaus burst into laughter. "Oh, my. And to think I almost looked the wrong way and missed this! You're definitely drunk and drugged all right!"

"You're sexy," She complimented, tracing a circle around his chest with her finger. "And I want to play with your wee-wee. Do you want me to put my hand in your pants and play with your wee-wee?"

"What bold and alluring proposition," he teased, then he saw her beginning to slide, catching her just before she hit the floor. "There you go, Angel," he said, getting her to her feet. "Up you stand!"

"Up I stand!" She repeated, bursting into uncontrollable laughter before reaching out and putting his hand on one of her boobs. "I have breasts. Would you like to play with them?"

The question nearly broke his self control. "No, thank you, Angel," he just barely managed to get out. "Now, you be a good girl and behave until your brother Noah can come and take care of you."

"You don't like me!" She pouted. "You don't like me, you don't like my breasts, you don't find me sexy…" She stomped her foot as tears began to fill her eyes. "And you don't want me to play with your wee-wee!" She dramatically lowered her head onto his shoulder and began to sob.

"Oh, dear me," he sighed and patted her head. "I find you very sexy! I would play with your breasts for hours if I could, and I would let you play with my wee-wee!"

"Really?" She raised her eyes to his and then ran her lips across the skin of his neck, grazing it a little with her teeth. "I want to eat you up!"

He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to think of something disgusting or horrible because that sentence along was like lightening striking him and his wee-wee. It was all he could do not to push her against the wall, take her hand, and put it exactly where she wanted it to go. "Noah!" He yelled for her brother, desperately hoping he would take her away before he, did something that, in the short term would be highly pleasurable, but very regrettable in the long term.

"Oh, you got her!" Noah called, setting his eyes on them both. "Good! You wouldn't mind taking her home, would you? I think she's had enough fun tonight."

"Why do I have to take her?" Klaus cried as she began to fall asleep in his arms. "She's your sister!"

"Well, let's think!" Noah said irritably as he gestured around the packed club.

"Fine, but where does she live?" Klaus called. "Is she still living with Sammy?" He paused. "Noah?"

But Noah didn't hear him. He was too busy serving the many customers at the bar.

"Oh, all right," Klaus sighed. He didn't know what else to go. Picking her up behind her knees, he put her over his shoulder. "Up we go, Angel!"

"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-bottles of beer, take one down, pass it around, ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall!" Angelica's voice was loud and tone deaf as she sang in the club parking lot, hitting his ass and back in rhythm.

"All right," he yelled to interrupt her. "I'm going to put you down on your feet, okay, Angel?" He then tried to stand her up, but it wasn't successful. Clearly the drugs and alcohol were still in her system. "Still drunk and drugged as ever," he said, giving her what he hoped was a reassuring grin. "Look at me, Angel. Open your eyes and look at me."

She just giggled and pinched his behind. "You have a very firm ass, Wee-wee!" She told him.

Klaus chuckled. "Thank you," he told her. "You're not the first person to tell me that. "Now be a good girl, be still, and behave!" He leaned her against the car while he tried to get the door open, but he was interrupted by a squeal.

"I fall down!" Angie cried, her arms going up as she landed on her bottom on the concrete and then burst into giggles. "Yay, that hurt!"

"Oh, for Steve's sake!" He grumbled, wishing the man would just smite him right now. "Don't try and get up, Angel. Just stay on the ground until I get the door open."

Just then, a customer walked out of the club and looked at them. "Hey, man!" He called to Klaus. "Is your girlfriend okay? Do you need help?"

He seemed harmless enough but after the encounter with the werewolf, he wasn't wanting to take chances. "My…" He stopped and took a deep breath, wondering why this happened on the day he came back. He should have just stayed on the island. "My girlfriend is fine. Thank you."

"I'm good!" Angelica called, raising her hands and managing to get on her knees and stand. "I'm going with my Wee-Wee in his sport car!"

"Lucky you," the man called to Klaus before heading back inside. "She's a knockout!"

Klaus scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, lucky me!" Then he turned to Angelica. "Okay, love. Let's get you buckled in the car so I can drive you home." He tried to push her in, but even drugged and drunk, she resisted strenuously.

"I don't want to sit!" She told him. "I want to go in the back and ride your wee-wee!" She began pushing the seats down and sliding toward the back.

Klaus was beginning to get a headache. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Angelica," he cried, hoping his use of her full name would show he meant business. He grabbed her around the waist, fixed the passenger seat and prepared to belt her in. "It's a sports car, sweetheart. There is no backseat. " He paused. "Hey, come back here!"

She backed away from the back window and hit him in the face with her butt, which made her giggle again. "Did you know your head is in my ass?" She questioned with a smile.

He smirked. "I guess it is. And it's nice enough, but-" He grabbed her and sat her down in the passenger's seat to buckle in her in. "We have to go now, love."

"I want you to kiss me," she ordered as she threw her arms around his neck.

He moved her arms, not letting her divert his attention. "We don't have time for that now, love!"

Angelica pouted. "You don't find me sexy, you don't want to kiss me, and you don't want me to ride your wee-wee!" She began sobbing dramatically. "I don't know why you're so mean to me when I find you so damn sexy!"

"Trust me, I find you sexy too," he tried to reassure her. "And if you weren't such a mess, I would be more than happy to take you up on both offers, especially since you seem to have developed such an obsession with my penis." He detached her arms from around his neck and got out to walk around to the driver's side seat.

While he did that, she turned the radio up as loud as it would go, then opened the window to sing the song that was playing.

"Damn it, Angel," Klaus. "I can't leave you alone for a second, can I?"

She had been dancing in her seat too, and hearing his tone, she pouted. "You know what, you're really no fun!"

He closed the driver's side door and started up his powerful car.

"Are we going to have sex?" Angelica purred, grabbing his thigh and squeezing.

"No," he said firmly, trying to control his breathing so he wouldn't start kissing her right there in the parking lot. It wasn't time for that. "I'm taking you home so you can be safely tucked in your bed and sleep all of this off and be better tomorrow."

"But I don't wanna go home!" She pouted. "I want to be with you! I want…I want…I want..." She put a hand on her forehead as everything began to spin. "Drive slower. We're not racing!"

"I'm barely crawling," he informed her.

She rested her head on his shoulder. "I didn't want the guy at the bar. I saw you watching me, so I was trying to make you jealous! Did it work?"

Since it was a ridiculous statement, Klaus just chuckled. "I think you're babbling nonsense. Flattering nonsense, but nonsense nonetheless."

"No, it's not!" Angelica shook her head. "I want you, and I want your wee-wee!"

Klaus smirked. "So nice to hear you say it. It doesn't surprise me at all, but it's a shame you had to be drunk and drugged to admit it. I want to see a sparkle in those pretty brown eyes the next time you say it." Then he chuckled. "If sober you could hear how you're talking right now, you would be so mad!"

She was relatively well-behaved for several minutes (except for her singing. Since she was an angel, technically shouldn't she have been able to carry a tune?) but then they had to stop at a particularly long and annoying stoplight, and everything went to hell.

She managed to unbuckle her seatbelt, her right leg sliding over his lap and her hand sliding down his chest to reach his leather belt and undo it.

"Come on, Angelica," he said. "Enough of this! Sit back in your seat!" He pushed her hand away and his hand slid down her bare leg. Damn, it was as smooth as silk!

"No!" She protested vehemently, undoing his belt and sliding her hand under the waistband of his jeans.

"Fuck, Angel!" He cried, pushing her hand away. But not before he felt her grab him hard and start to stroke him. He'd probably be damned for sure, but he liked it. He liked it a lot. It was all he could do not to yell out her name and take her right there in the front seat, regardless of how awkward it was. He let it go for a little longer and then pushed her hand away. "All right, you've had your fun, now behave!"

He expected her to make some smart remark but instead, her face twisted. "Uh-uh!" She said. "I think I'm gonna be sick!"

"Oh, no!" Klaus' eyes were wide. "Angel, this is a new car, so don't you dare!"

She did her best to hold it in, but it wasn't long before her head was between her legs and she was most definitely vomiting right on the floor of his car.

"Damn it!" He swore, hitting the horn in frustration. "This is my hell to pay, isn't it?" The only small blessing was that the light turned green and he was able to take her to the house he'd heard she lived in with Sammy.

It was good sized and seemed well-taken care of, but there was also the undeniable sense that it was abandoned, at least at that moment. "Angel?" He whispered. "Is this your house? Do you live here?"

She looked up and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "What?"

"Do you still live here?" He repeated.

"No, I want to go home with you!" She told him.

Then he realized. "Oh, shit, you're living with your parents, aren't you? Well, there's no way I'm taking you to your father when you're like this. He and your mother will blame me, and I'll probably be killed!" He sighed and looked at her. "Well, I guess you get your wish, sweetheart. To my house we go!"

As soon as they reached Klaus' house, Angelica pulled the passenger door open, took off her shoes to throw them in the grass, then hopped out of the car and began twirling and jumping barefoot in the grass.

"No, Angel!" Klaus cried as he pulled the key from the ignition. "Wait for me or you'll wake up the entire neighborhood!"

"I'm freee!" She cried gleefully. "Wooooo! Bet you can't catch me you big bad werewolf!" She then ran off, hopping from one foot to the other in between sprints.

Klaus watched her and rubbed his temples. She was lucky he found her charming because any other man would have been at the end of his rope by now. "It's not really my thing," he told her. "But I'm this close to praying to your grandfather for a miracle!"

She finally stopped and pointed at his neighbor's house. "Is that your house? Are we going in there?"

"No!" Klaus shook his head and gestured for her to follow him. "Now stop making a fool of yourself and come with me."

She chuckled and ran up his front steps. "I was making a joke! It's funny because I knew this was your house. I gargoyled it!"

He was about to correct her, then figured that it had a different name in the supernatural world. "Why am I not surprised you did that?" He asked. Then he grabbed his keys and kept a hand around her waist. "Hang on to me while I get the front door open," he instructed. "We don't want you to fall again."

"I was cu-cu-curious about you!" She defended herself with a sudden pout. "It wasn't like I wanted to see you naked under a trench coat, but…but I thought about it." Suddenly she put a finger to her lips. "Shhhh! Don't tell anyone, but I've had sexual fantasies about you."

Klaus chuckled and tried to look surprised. "You don't say, Angel! Well, don't worry. Your secret will stay just between us," he assured her as he pushed the front door open.

"But you…you…you…you…you're worse than me!" She poked him in the chest. "You're Klaus Mi-Mi-Mi-"

"Mikaelson," he supplied with a grin.

"Right," Angelica nodded, her lower lip jutting out. "You made this happen. You and that guy were in cahoops! He's a beastie like you! All you wanted to do was to bring me to your house and have sex with me!"

Klaus chuckled. "I hope you would think better of me than that I would conspire with a fool like that. Although I would be lying if said I hadn't thought about having sex with you." The confession was said with a role of his eyes, but he was still highly amused by the way she was acting. That was some drug! "All right, now be a good girl and go inside, please," he said and spanked her bottom a little to urge her forward.

She turned and threw her arms around him, kissing him soundly, then letting go and bounding into the house.

"Thank Steve," he muttered to himself, followed her in, but as he was about to shut the door, she let out a wail.

"My shoes! I want my shoes! They're goooshi!"

"Gucci," he corrected. "And if you stay here and be a good girl, I'll get your shoes."

"You promise, wee-wee?" She asked, trying to reach up and run her fingers through his hair before he moved his head out of the way.

He sighed but the look he gave her was a fond one. "You're such a pain in my ass," he told her.

Angelica pouted. "You're no fun, Daddy!" Then suddenly her mood changed, and a mischievous grin curved her lips. "What did you bring me here for? Are we gonna do some porn for tik-tik?"

"No," Klaus shook his head. "It's called Tik-tok, and what we are doing is going to bed!"

"To have sex?" She jumped up and down with excitement, trying to kiss him, but only ending up bumping his nose.

Klaus frowned. "I'm sure you can kiss fine, Angel, but that was my nose." He rubbed it and winced. "And in this case, bed is for sleeping only." He tried to grab her by the arm, but she pulled away.

"No! I can't go to sleep! I feel hot all over! I need to make myself come!" She bit her lip and slid her fingers under her barely-there panties.

Klaus closed his eyes and gave a loud sigh. This is what he'd been afraid of. There were two kinds of sex pills. One just made you sleepy. The other raised your libido and then made you sleepy.

When he opened them again, he almost let out a scream. Angelica had moved to his couch, stripped down to nothing but those tiny panties and was rubbing herself with one hand and squeezing her breasts with the other while loud moans escaped her full red lips. He didn't know how he could have missed hearing them.

His pants felt tight but he ignored temptation, telling himself that even though he was recording all this for Angelica later, he wouldn't allow himself to be caught in a compromising position too.

Fuck it all, if this continued and he stayed, he would most likely jerk off in front of her, and then she would remember it and hold it against him. He grabbed a bottle of scotch and went to open a window in a different room. If he needed anything now, it was air, alcohol, and to forget how much he wanted to fuck Angelica Mikaelson right there on his sofa!

Finally, Klaus carried a silent, still, tired Angelica in his arms, up the stairs to his room. Her head was resting in the hollow between his shoulder and neck and her arms were around his neck.

"Where are we going?" She mumbled sleepily.

"To my bed, Angel," he murmured as he opened the bedroom door with his foot. He kissed her forehead and gently set her down on the mattress before tucking her in. "You need to sleep off the drugs and alcohol."

"Will you sleep with me?" She asked. Not in a flirty way, but more like a frightened child. As she said this, her eyes closed.

"No, love," he whispered. "But I promise I'll be close by."

That seemed to reassure her, and he watched her stretch out on his mattress and pull the covers over herself as he retreated to a large, comfy armchair nearby where he could very easily keep an eye on her in case there were any more drug-induced shenanigans.

He waited until she was sound asleep and then got up to head for the bathroom and a long, hot shower, which would give him some peace and quiet and hopefully help him forget how much he wanted Angelica Morningstar!

Angelica jolted awake and looked around the strange room. She knew it wasn't late at night because sunlight was flooding through the window. She wasn't immediately alarmed. She remembered that she'd gone clubbing the night before and she'd probably just gone home with someone. People did that. Now to see what he looked like. She cast another look around for a photo and her whole body froze when her eye caught the picture of Natalie and…Klaus Mikaelson on the bedside table, along with photos of him and several other girls. His horde of daughters, perhaps? He was as fertile as her parents so it didn't surprise her there were so many pictures.

She thought about how sweet it was, and then the reality of what she was looking at finally hit her. "No…" she shook her head and pulled off her covers, nearly screaming with relief when she saw that she wasn't naked. Hopping off her bed, she held onto her head to ward off a dizzy spell as something became clear to her. Apparently, she had had a one night stand with…Klaus Mikaelson! It was just…shameful! She couldn't believe she let herself get that drunk!" She got her balance and picked up the picture frame hoping it was someone else, but alas, it was definitely him. She was definitely in his bedroom. She vaguely remembered him and Noah talking at the bar while he nursed a beer, and maybe she'd gone and seen him after.

A look in the dresser mirror made her scream. She looked like the absolute embodiment of a terrifying witch, with her mascara running and her hair a tangled mess. She pushed open the door to the bathroom and found a toothbrush, toothpaste, a towel, and a hairbrush set next to one of the bathroom sinks. He had probably done this for her. He was a very perceptive man, and even though she hated him, she had to admit she was grateful for his consideration.

As she turned on the sink and splashed cold water on her face, she looked in the mirror and swore under her breath. "I slept with Klaus Mikaelson. Fuck, I can't believe I slept with Klaus Mikaelson!"

Granted she didn't remember any of it, and even though it was a blessing, she couldn't help but wonder why not. Why were there holes in her memory? The alcohol? Had she had any? Then her brain registered the headache. Yes, yes she had. She dressed in her sequined top and skirt and grabbed her heels, walking barefoot to the stairway that took her down to the main level of a Spanish-style house.

"Hello?" She called. "Anyone home? Klaus Mikaelson, are you here?"

Klaus heard her call as he stood in the kitchen, putting things in a mixer and turning the mixer on. Then he grinned to himself. It was showtime! "Hello, Angel," he greeted, sensing her standing behind him at the edge of the kitchen. "Did you sleep well?"

"Oh, I think I just might be sick!" She cried, putting a hand to her forehead and leaning against the archway. "This is really your house?"

"Don't worry, love, it's normal to feel unwell after a night of drinking. And yes, this is my humble abode." He held out a glass full of what had he had been mixing. "Drink this. It will help with the hangover."

She looked in the glass and eyed him suspiciously. "What did you put in this?" She asked, eyes narrowed.

Klaus burst out laughing. "You have no idea how funny it is that you're so suspicious about what's in your drink now," he said. "I promise it's nothing harmful. I wouldn't do that to you. If you drink it, I swear on my honor that it will help you feel better."

She decided to trust him because she didn't know what else to do, wrinkled her nose at the mixture's horrible smell, then gulped it down and tried not to gag. "Oh, gosh, that's awful!" She proclaimed.

He shook his finger at her and gave her a wink. "Did you expect lemonade when you've been so naughty?" He asked.

"You're gonna make me beg you for the truth, aren't you?" She asked. "You can't just tell me why I woke up disoriented in your bed, not remembering a thing!" She choked down the rest of the remedy and put the glass on the counter before wiping her mouth off. "It should prove to you how badly I want answers that I will get down on my knees and beg you for them. Did you and I…did we have sex last night?"

She was angry but Klaus decided to take his time, taking the glass off the counter and setting it down in the sink before facing her. His arms were crossed, and one side of his mouth was up.

His hair was tousled and shining in the light from the window. He looked good enough to eat, she thought to herself before shaking those thoughts away. It was a terrible time to be distracted.

"So there's a 'we' now," he said. "Good to know. So what you're asking is if you and I…fucked? Had a roll in the hay, did the dirty deed? Got to know each other…biblically?" He gave her a wink.

"Yes, that!" She stomped her foot impatiently and put her hands on her hips. "Stop stalling and just tell me!"

"Think about it, love," he said to her. "If we had, you would remember it, even with the influence of drugs!"

She shook her head. "Sorry, I don't remember a thing, I…" She froze. "Did you say 'drugs'? What about drugs?"

"Oops, I did it again! Let something just slip like that!" He smirked. "Tell me, do you like to have sex drunk and drugged with strangers? You know, if you did it with me, it wouldn't cost you anything and you wouldn't need drugs or alcohol."

"Klaus, stop joking about this! I remember I was talking to a burly guy…did he put something in my drink?"

"Definitely," Klaus nodded. "And because you'd already had quite a bit, the effect was almost instantaneous."

"That doesn't explain why I'm here with you!" She said and poked Klaus in the chest. "Or why you felt like I needed to be your responsibility when I know for sure I was at my brother's club! Why didn't he do something?"

"What can I say, it was fate!" Klaus shrugged. "You wore a sexy outfit, I kept my eye on you because of the way it fit your ass, and then, when the time was right, I became your Prince Charming and saved you from the Big Bad Wolf because your brother was understaffed and busy. He asked me to take care of you in his place if something came up."

Angelica sighed. "Well, I suppose it's nice to be looked after by someone outside of my family. Everyone there treats me like a baby! Do you know how it feels when your younger brother is treated like more of a grownup than you are?"

"Well, it can't be pleasant," Klaus allowed.

"You know what else isn't pleasant? Finding myself in your bed in my underwear with no memory of how I got there! What do you have to say for yourself?" She locked eyes with him and tried to control her breathing as she did her best to squirm free of his grip. He smelled really good, so being close to him was becoming bad for her sanity.

"About that," he chuckled, his eyes twinkling dangerously. "You and I need to have a little talk. But I guess it wouldn't hurt to have breakfast first. Coffee? Eggs? Croissant?" He pointed toward the kitchen table that was covered with food.

"No thank you," she shook her head. "I'm not really hungry now. I have other things on my mind, like realizing I was drugged and could have been…could have been…" she couldn't finish.

"Don't think of that," Klaus told her as he sat in an armchair.

"Okay, so…you took charge of me. What did I do?" Angelica asked. "I know how I am when I drink a little, so with the drugs too, it must've been worse. Did I beg you to have sex with me?"

"Oh, you were more than a little drunk," Klaus said. "It was disco night at the club and you were really getting into the spirit of things."

"A disco ball!" She cried. "That's what the sparkling spinny thing was!"

"Yes," Klaus nodded. "And you did ask for sex. You know, with practice, you would make an excellent escort!"

She collapsed on the sofa in desperation. "What else did I say and do? I need to know everything. Don't hold back."

"Well," Klaus pretended to think hard. "If my memory serves, you named my penis 'wee-wee', and I have to say thank you. No woman has ever called it that before." She looked horrified. His revenge was sweet! "You really gave it a lot of attention. You rubbed it a lot when you were in my car. And one more thing: you threw up in my car and I want you to pay to clean it."

"Oh, geez," she winced and put a hand over her mouth. "I think I'm gonna be sick again. It's nice to know all of this amuses you, though! That you delight in my misery."

"Oh, yes," Klaus nodded. "Immensely!"

Angelica sighed. "It could have been worse I guess. All right, I'll pay for what I did to your car. Are you done?"

"We're far from being done. You kissed me a couple of times." He gestured for her to come closer. "I've had better. You should practice."

"Oh, shut up! I kiss marvelously, thank you very much," she cried, stung.

"So you say," he shrugged. "And then when we got home, you undressed right here in this living room and wanted me to…" He trailed off.

"To what?" Angelica asked desperately.

"To fuck you," he finished simply. He was smirking. "It was all because of the drugs, of course, and being the gentleman that I am…." He stopped and bit his bottom lip.

"Don't flatter yourself!" Angelica cried. "You're anything but. You take pleasure in my misery!"

"This morning, yes," Klaus conceded. "But last night…last night you were so messed up that I could have had my way with you easily. But I refused you. Repeatedly."

"You didn't? Why not?" She asked, then blushed. She should be glad he didn't rather than curious.

"I'm not a coward," he told her. "And I don't need to use drugs to get a beautiful woman into my bed. I couldn't take advantage of you when you were so vulnerable so I declined, and…"

"And what?" Angelica yelled.

"And when you couldn't have me, you decided to strip down and masturbate on my sofa instead." He heaved a sigh. "These things happen, apparently. I usually put on some porn before bed, but you were a nice change of pace."

Her jaw dropped and she went pale before raising a finger at him. "You lying son of a bitch!" She cried. You are the scum of the earth. How could you lie to my face like that?"

"If you want evidence, my phone is on the coffee table," he told her. "I filmed the whole thing."

"Oh, please, no," she stared at his phone and felt dizzy. "Please make this go away. This didn't happen." But it had and the sight of her moaning and pleasuring herself filled her with shame.

"I just want to crawl into a hole and die!" She whispered.

"Why?" Klaus asked. "I found it immensely enjoyable!"

"There," I erased it," she said smugly after pressing a button. Now you can't be a pervert and embarrass me by sending this to everyone you know!"

"Oh, you don't think I made copies? And may I also remind you that you were the one who pleasured yourself in front of me?"

She turned bright red and buried her face in a sofa cushion. "Just kill me now!"

He came to sit next to her and moved the pillow. "All right, I'm done teasing now. You have nothing to be ashamed of, do you understand? You had no sexual boundaries. You were beautiful, free, and powerful. Not to mention extremely sexual. I really need to emphasize that. But there's nothing wrong with it. You made me have to drink and open a window so I wouldn't jerk off to what you were doing. I was this close to jumping your bones, love."

She peeked at him, her cheeks turning pink. She, of all people, had pushed Klaus Mikaelson to his limits? Her? "Please don't let anyone see that video, Klaus. Please. If it gets out that I'm…like that, it could ruin my career. Everything I've worked so hard for."

He sighed and locked eyes with her. "I hope you wouldn't think that low of me, because I would never do such a thing. I know how important your career is to you. But you didn't do anything wrong. It says nothing bad about you. It just shows how bad some men can be. I'm not proud of it. But as low as you think of me, know I would never do that to you. After you finished pleasuring yourself, I brought you to my bed, tucked you in, and let you sleep. I kept an eye on you from a chair nearby."

"I believe you," she told him. "Thank you for everything. And for your discretion."

"Well, thank you for rubbing my wee-wee," he winked.

She winced. "And there you go again, rubbing it in my face."

"Interesting choice of words," he chuckled. "Yep, that'll be good for at least the next ten years or so." He paused. "And just so you know, there's no other copy of the video. You got rid of all traces of it, which is a real shame cause I could have used it to come from time to time."

She rolled her eyes and stood up. "Though I'm grateful for your rescue and the fact that you didn't take advantage when you could have, I definitely hate you still. I think I'll go home now. Can I use your bathroom before I leave?"

"I love you too, Angel!" He teased, pointing down the hallway. "Bathroom is the first door on the right down that way."

Angelica ran to the bathroom, slammed the door closed, and began pacing in front of the mirror. The thought that she had masturbated on his sofa while he'd watched made her begin to hyperventilate. It was just too embarrassing to think about! After managing to get a good deep breath, she splashed ice cold water on her face for a full five minutes, hoping that would make the images go away. Then she came to a decision. She jammed her feet into her sandals, then strode from the bathroom, head held high. This had happened, but it was in the past now. There was no need for her to experience it again. She would thank Klaus for his help one last time, then stride from his apartment and live a life with no Klaus Mikaelson in it whatsoever.

"There you are," he said when he saw her, rising to his feet. He was smiling but she didn't return it.

"Thank you for letting me use your downstairs bathroom," she said, her voice flat. "And for your help, Klaus." She made her way to the door. "I'll be on my way now."

"How?" Klaus asked. "Are you going to walk all the way to your father's mansion? In those shoes? That can't be good for your feet, love."

"Don't be silly! I'll take a taxi and…no!" She shut her eyes and growled. "I don't have my bag, or my phone, or my wallet!"

"Nope," Klaus shook his head. "But I bet it's at the club still. Your brother probably put it somewhere safe."

She swallowed her pride and put her hands on her hips. "Klaus…would you please…lend me twenty dollars for a taxi?"

"I'll do better," he grinned and threw her a set of keys. "Catch!"

She caught it. "What are they for?"

"My jeep," he told her with a grin.

"I can't take your jeep!" She cried. "What's that gonna cost me?"

"Nothing!" He shrugged. "Please take it. You're not depriving me. I have plenty of others if I need to go somewhere."

"Okay," Angelica nodded, realizing she had no other choice. "I'll drive your jeep home and then call someone from my office to come bring it back." She paused and grabbed the door handle again. "Have a nice life, Klaus Mikaelson!"

"I want you, Angelica Morningstar," he said, making her freeze. "And when I want someone, I usually get them."

Her cheeks turned red and her heart began thudding loudly in her chest. "I thought I wasn't your type," she reminded him.

"Well, I like to experiment from time to time," he said. Though she couldn't see it, he was grinning and his eyes were narrowed on her back.

"Well experiment with someone else, then!" She snapped. "Goodbye!"

"Enemies with benefits," he murmured. "Think about it, love. It could be beneficial to both of us."

She spun on her heels and glared at him. "Haven't I been through enough? Do you get a perverse pleasure out of trying to rile me up?"

"I'm not trying to be troublesome," he shrugged. "I'm just pointing out that we're two people who…think sex is very important and a deal such as this would be beneficial to us both at this point in our lives."

Angelica scoffed. "No, thank you! Don't call me and I won't call you! Goodbye!" Keys in hand, she went out the door and slammed it behind her. The nerve of that asshole," she thought as she made her way out.

Meanwhile, Klaus was leaning against his fireplace, not perturbed at all. "One," he began counting. "Two, three, four…"

"What do you mean 'enemies with benefits'?" Angelica cried as the door flew open and she stomped over to him, hands on hips.

He chuckled. "Well, hello, Angel. Nice to have you back."

"Get to the point," she insisted. "What's this deal?"

"Well, something tells me that the breakup with Sammy has made you realize that you have no interest in another long-term relationship," he guessed. "But you know you still have sexual needs so what you're left with is to dress like that, and pick up men at your brother's club who don't care about you at all, and will just put drugs in your drink and have their way with you. How close am I?"

Angelica sighed. It was annoying that he was right. "Yeah," she nodded. "I'm not a long-term relationship kind of person anymore," she admitted. "Been there, done that. It's not for me. What else do you think you know?"

"Well, you know I'd not treat you with any sort of disrespect. I mean, I tease, certainly, but I know boundaries. And, like you, I've had my share of bad experiences, to the point where I have no desire to either be disappointed myself or hurt anyone else. Like you said, been there, done that. I don't want anymore long-term relationships. So I think something secret between us could work in our favor."

"Sex and nothing more?" She clarified.

"Well, it includes breakfast," he winked. "I'm not the sort of man to let a woman walk away hungry in any way, shape, or form. Notice what I did today."

"We did not have sex!" She cried.

"No," Klaus sighed dramatically. "And it was such a shame too because you were more than happy to let me join you on the sofa."

She turned away from him to try and avoid the hot look he was giving her. It was making her feel things for him that she didn't want to feel, because no man had ever looked at her like that before. Not even Sammy! That would make her jump him right on his own couch and that wouldn't do! "I…. I need to think about your position…I mean, proposition," she said with a shake of her head.

Things were silent for a few seconds before she felt him behind her, his breath warm on her neck. "What you need to think about, Angel, is that our desire for one another is real. You want me as much as I want you. And the only thing stopping us from being together is that you won't admit it to yourself."

His voice was like silk and his lips felt good against her ear. Then she let out a cry as he gently nibbled on her earlobe and ran his open palms over her thighs before pushing up her skirt to cup her ass.

"Oh, my grandpa," she breathed, turning around and letting her head drop to his chest, moaning as his full, luscious lips (which she had fantasized about more than once) came in contact with the skin of her neck. It was as if she'd been shocked with a taser. Her whole body felt hot and she knew her blood was boiling.

"Klaus…" she murmured, reaching up to run a hand through his curly hair and bring his lips closer to her skin.

He growled eagerly. There was no doubt she was responding to him, and it was wonderful.

"Fuck, Angel," he whispered. "You have the softest skin I've ever touched!"

"It's a Tahitian oil for the skin," she told him while trying to catch her breath. "Nice to see it works."

"Well, you better keep using it because I love it," he growled, his hands sliding under her crop top to cup her breasts and squeeze her nipples.

"Oh, yes!" She cried out in ecstasy, rubbing up against his bulge.

"Stop being a tease, Angel," he growled. Then he grabbed her chin to force her to turn her head toward him.

"No," she whispered, hesitating just a little.

"Yes," he said and crashed his lips on hers.

Fuck, she thought to herself. If his lips on her skin was pure madness, his tongue down her throat was the death of her!

Never breaking the kiss, she turned her body to put her arms around his neck, her fingers in his hair and their bodies pressed so close together it was hard to tell one from the other. Meanwhile, his hands were sliding down her back and grabbing her ass for dear life.

She had never been kissed this way. Never! The urgency, the bites, the swirling of tongues…

When they pulled apart at last, they were both out of breath, their hearts beating wildly in their chests as they looked deeply into one another's eyes, unable to look away.

"Well," Klaus cleared his throat.

"Yes," Angelica nodded. "Yes. That was…"

"That was marvelous," he smiled and pulled her close again, pushing some strands of hair out of her beautiful eyes. "Your kissing has drastically improved, Angel. So...are we doing this?"

"I'll think about it," Angelica told him and headed to the door, pulling it open. "I'm going to go now. And I'll let you know what I decide."