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Klaus came to the conclusion that Caroline was trying to kill him.
Earlier that day, he had trapped her against the mahogany table and was extremely tempted to taste her lips again when there was a rap on the door. He grunted under his breath at being interrupted but still went to open it. Seeing his mother on the other side, he thought his death had come just a bit too soon.
To his luck, Caroline was a superb actress and even better liar than him. When his mother left the office an hour later, she didn't suspect a thing and even gave him a pat on the shoulder for keeping his word. If only she knew the truth.
All his trouble began when they came back to the flat that night. When they entered, both immediately went to their bedrooms and changed out of their office wear. In his apartment, he normally walked around in nothing but shorts, but for the last couple of days, he would put on a shirt just so he wouldn't offend the princess's delicate taste. After changing, he made his way to the kitchen, listening to the rustling of clothes coming from the other room to make sure she was still safe.
He pulled out the orange juice from the fridge and poured some inside of a glass before taking a sip. Since it was his turn to cook, he wondered about what they should have for dinner tonight. He was so lost in thought that when he turned around from putting the juice in the fridge, he nearly choked when he saw Caroline standing in the living room with nothing but a sports bra and tiny boy shorts.
This was the first time he had seen her body in such good lighting. During the night they spent together, he hadn't been able to see her toned torso and well filled in bottom since he was so focused on getting inside of her. And the last couple of days, she had mostly kept to her room. Looking at her now, he didn't even realize that his jaw went slack and his hand tightened around his glass.
If he had looked up form her chest, he would have see Caroline gave him an amused smirk. "Eyes up here, Wolfy," she taunted as she walked across the living room towards the small gym room across the flat giving him a glimpse of a tattoo on her left shoulder.
Forgetting dinner, he took a long cold shower instead.
Normally, she wouldn't be caught dead scampering around an apartment half naked when a guard was present, but there was no way she was going to lose to Klaus. If he was going to keep on taunting her with sneaky whispers in the ear and light touches, she could do the same except better.
However, she still refused to sleep with him again. Sex always complicated missions, but there was no harm in playing around a little. It was her only entertainment during this dry spell anyways.
After completing her work out, Caroline came out of the gym expecting to see Klaus lounging on the couch. He usually liked to be close enough to hear her. To her surprise, he was no where to be seen, but the running water coming from his room told her that he was showering.
Feeling the stickiness of her body, she decided that a shower was also needed and made her way to her personal bathroom. By the time she came out of the shower, she could smell dinner cooking and quickly made her way out of her room in a pair of shorts and tank top.
During the previous days, she had tried wearing long pyjama pants and a baggy t-shirt to keep things as professional as she could between Klaus and her. Now that she knew he had no intention of going by those rules, she decided to dress like she normally did in her home.
When Caroline was in view of the kitchen, she stopped dead in her tracts. Apparently her little sports bra stunt had come back to haunt her a lot sooner than she thought it was going too, since there stood a shirtless Klaus in the kitchen placing two plates onto the table.
When he looked up and saw her there, a smirk grew on his face and mischief glittered in his eyes. He was doing this on purpose. He knew that she would practically drool over him and he was so right.
The first night they were together, she was a tad too busy trying to get his pants off in order to notice the tattoos that danced across his chest. She just wanted to lick those pretty inked images that stretched tight over his muscles. She bit her lip to keep from moaning.
"Eyes up here, Princess," he taunted her with her own words.
She glowered at him. She would not loss to this man, regardless of how tempting it was to just forgo dinner and have him for dessert instead.
No sex for days and now a sexy British man that trying to make her cave. This was going to be a long couple of months.
Another knife hit the centre of the dart board that was bolted to the back of the office door.
To say he was impressed was an understatement. Caroline had been throwing knives at the target throughout the afternoon and never once missed the red dot on the centre. It wasn't uncommon to work with knives in their line of work but Klaus mostly used them for close combat battles. He opted for guns more often than not.
He realized that she was more tense and aggravated today, but decided not to mention anything about it. She probably just hit a snag on the Kai research. Even he knew that the man was like a snake that could evade even the best of spies.
There was a knock at the door and he quickly opened it to see Katherine looking back at him.
"Did you change your hair?" Klaus greeted his sister-in-law. Usually the brunette's hair was in curls instead of straight like it was today.
The woman gave him a puzzled look. "No, it's always been like this," she answered. Her voice was different from normal as well. It was of a higher pitch.
Klaus was about to ask if she had a cold when Caroline giggled from behind him. He turned around to glare at her but instead his lips turned into a small smirk when he saw her smile. That was the first time he had seen her smile today.
Walking towards the door, Caroline motioned for the woman to step forward and gave her a joyous hug.
"Klaus, this is Elena," she introduced. Looking over at the girl, he opened his mouth to argue with her. That was most definitely Katherine. "Katherine's twin sister," Caroline finished. Well that made more sense.
The brunette extend her hand and Klaus shook it with a smirk. "Didn't even know she had a twin. Doppleganger of that woman, I'm sorry you have to live through that."
Elena laughed. "She's a little rough around the edges, but still a good big sister when you need her to be."
"If your Katherine's sister, how come I've never seen you around here? She's practically attached to Elijah by the hip so there's no way they wouldn't have brought you around to meet the family."
"I've mostly been living in Europe and haven't really been around here for years," Elena said and then added, "And I would have seen you at the wedding if I didn't show up late and you didn't take off with one of the bridesmaids right after the ceremony."
Caroline perked an eyebrow at him and he shrugged his shoulders. Bridesmaids were an easy lay. He remembered having a mission the day after the wedding and was squeezing in a quickie.
Caroline rolled her eyes and said, "Well now that you're all acquainted, we have some business to get to."
Without being asked, Elena went straight to the computer and plugged in an encrypted USB. She took a couple of seconds to open up her files.
"There's what you've asked for!" Elena said cheerfully, content with her work.
Caroline and Klaus walked over and peered at the screen. Photos and photos of Kai popped up as well as lists of goods, trucks and their routes. This would help with their plans a lot.
"I knew if someone could do it, it would be you! Thanks girl!" Caroline praised.
"How did you get this?" Klaus asked. These files were always held under lock and key. If anyone ever got a hold of all the Forbes' transport trucks, it would be a major problem for the crime family and large hit on their profits. Kai hijacking one truck already caused a huge stir.
"Elena is one of the best informants in the world. Be glad that you're on her good side, or else she might dig up embarrassing incidences from the past," Caroline said it like Elena had already embarrassed her before. He would definitely have to ask about that later.
"So you sell information for a living?" Klaus asked suspiciously. Most informants he knew usually just sold info to the highest bidder, regardless how much of a war it would make in the crime world.
The chipper woman didn't even bother to look angry. "I know what you're thinking and, yes, money used to be everything until I fell in love," her eyes twinkled, "Now I'm strictly loyal to the Forbes family. Besides, Katherine would disown me if I ever did anything to hurt her precious Elijah in any way."
"Speaking of the love of your life," Caroline chimed in, "Where is my brother now? I haven't heard from him in a while."
Elena slumped down on one of the chairs around the table. "Last time I heard, him and Stefan are somewhere in Russia. I hope Damon comes back soon, I miss him," she sighed.
"I'm sure he'll be back soon and you guys will be right back to swapping spit," Caroline laughed out. The disgusted look on Klaus' face made her laugh even more.
Elena looked around the office and noticed the dart board against the door and the stack of throwing knives laying on the table. Picking one up, she weighed it in her hand.
"Your back to throwing knives again? Guess this mission hasn't gotten you very much boy time has it? Last time I saw you throwing knives, it was during our reconnaissance mission and you didn't get action for a month."
The way Caroline's eyes shifted to a smirking Klaus wasn't missed by Elena. There was story behind this.
Walking away from the computer screen, Klaus made his way to the door. "I get the message. Girl talk," he drawled, "I'll be on the other side of the door if you need me, Princess."
"Of course you will be, Wolfy," she murmured back. He had taken a liking to the nickname and used it to taunt her at ever opportunity.
When the click of the door was heard, Elena crossed her arms and stared at her blonde friend expectantly.
"It's not what you think," Caroline dismissed.
"What am I thinking?"
Caroline sighed and sat on the table close to her. "We aren't sleeping together...anymore."
"Anymore?"
"I slept with him once before I came to work here and we both got a shock of a lifetime when we realized who the other person was." She smiled when she remembered the incident a week ago.
Seeing her friend's amused face, Elena beamed and squealed. "You totally like him!"
Scoffing at the notion, Caroline replied. "Absolutely not. The guy is totally...he's toally..." Caroline paused. The only words coming to her head at the moment was hot, sexy, lickable.
"Your type," Elene filled in for her. She was in a committed relationship, but she knew when a man was smoking hot. He had a chiselled face, kissable lips and was a dead ringer for Caroline's perfect man.
"Ugh! Don't say that!" Caroline stood and began to pace. "He's been making my life a living hell for the last week. And I absolutely refuse to give in to his advances."
It was Elena's turn to roll her eyes. She was usually all smiles, but it was at times like this that she looked the most like her twin.
"Right," she stretched the word out earning her a glare from Caroline, "I'll let you keep your illusion for now, but when you do finally give in just promise me to be careful. Klaus is as notorious on the field as he is with women."
"You're telling me to be careful? If he decided to face off with me, I'd give him a run for his money in both battle and partners."
"I know what your capable off, Care, but that man is dangerous and unstable. He could snap at any moment. You know what they say about him having a hand in his father's death."
She knew the rumour, but like with all gossip, they tend to over exaggerate some parts and hide others.
At the age of 13, Klaus Mikaelson killed his father Mikael Mikaelson. It was said that when people were called in to clean up the mess the body was so ripped apart it looked like a wolf had tore into it. Blood splattered on the walls, the bedrooms furniture all clawed and destroyed. The only thing intact in the room was a boy who stood over the disassembled body in silence.
Mikael was known as one of the top assassins at the time. He was a capable gentleman that everyone looked up to, but Caroline knew better.
When she had heard about the rumours of the man's death years ago, it had painted Klaus with all the blame. They said that there was no reason for the murder, that the boy had just gone crazy. But her mom told her that Mama E was more happy than ever in her husband's death.
"I don't know all the details, but I would have killed that man myself if he was still alive today," Caroline said, her voice turning solemn.
She blinked out of her thoughts and saw that Elena looked at her with worry. To easy her mind, Caroline plastered on a smile. "Don't get so serious, 'Lena. Nothing's even happening and its never going to happened. But still don't tell my brothers, okay?"
Elena bit her lip. "I don't like hiding things from Damon, but fine. Best friend secrets trumps boyfriend's wrath."
"Thanks. For the data and about Klaus," she smiled. "Are you staying in America for a while?"
"Yeah, staying with the lovebirds for a bit, so I'll be around to help you should you need it."
"Thank you so much," she sighed. "This one is more of a doozy than I thought it was going to be. Could always use more people on this mission. I'll ring you up."
Klaus sat on the couch, a drawing pad on his lap. It was a Sunday morning and for once, they remained in the flat.
He busied himself sketching the agitated look on Caroline's face. Since he first met her, she some how became his muse. Everytime he picked up his pencil and began to draw anything, it would somehow end up as her.
At first it made him confused since how did a lamp suddenly turn into her face, but after a while, he decided to stop thinking about it. She was beautiful and a great model, so who was he to complain.
Even now as she sat on the couch, bent over the blue prints on the coffee table, she looked stunning to him. The small wrinkles on her forehead were present telling him that she was in deep concentration. He sketched her blonde hair as it cascaded over her shoulder, the tips laying over her full bosoms that were contained by only a flimsy tank top.
However, drawing her wasn't helping his current predicament. In fact, he was pretty sure that drawing her was making his sexual frustration worse. But from what he heard Elena say, at least their time together was also effecting her. She threw knives in her frustration and he sketched her in less than innocent poses.
A couple nights ago, Caroline had reached for his drawing pad that was left on the sofa, and he nearly dove over the table to grab it out of her hands. She had been agitated that he wouldn't let her look at his art, but he would take agitation over her anger if she ever saw some of the drawing he did.
If he flipped the page at this moment, there would be a naked drawing of her with her hair scattered across the bed and legs wide open for him. He practically had the image burned on the back of his eyelids and could not stop thinking about it until it was on paper.
A deep sigh came from the princess and he looked up to see her having a staring contest with a map. Putting down his pad and pencil, Klaus walked behind her seat and peered over her shoulder.
"What's the matter, love?" he asked.
Caroline jumped in her seat. She didn't even realize that he had moved. She usually kept her guard up when other people were in the same room as her, no matter who they were. Just when did she get so comfortable around this man?
"This storage house is one of the main ones that he uses, and I need to get in there next week to scout the place out, but I don't know where to set up. Every nook and cranny is visible from some sort of angle." She pointed around the blue print. "Here, we would be visible from the roof. Here, we could be visible from the ground. And here, we-"
"How about there?" Klaus asked. He was pointing to a building near the storage house, about 300 meters away.
"That would never work," Caroline criticized, "This other building completely blocks the view."
"Not from the roof, love. It's tall enough to overlook the area, but is just out of sight because of the building in front of it."
She looked at the map, trying her best to look for any flaw in the position. "Well..." she drawled, tapping her chin with her finger. "Hm. I suppose it could work..."
Klaus chuckled and she bent her head back to glare at him. "Can't you give me any positive response, sweetheart?"
"I'm positive that you are a pain in my butt," Caroline said sweetly.
Humming in response, Klaus placed a hand either side of her face and leaned over. From here he could see the playful twinkle in her eyes and the pink of her slightly parted lips. "I can assure you that I think you are as well," he said absentmindedly.
Before either of them knew what was happening, Klaus continued to lean closer to her face and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. Pulling away a second later, he saw the blush on her cheeks, but she didn't look like she was going to smack him so he kept his close proximity.
"You've got to stop doing that," she whispered. "I've told you before that it is never going to happened again. Why do you keep on trying?"
Without hesitation, he answered. "Because I fancy you, love."
Her eyes widened when she heard him and she quickly turned her gaze back to the papers. There was silence for a moment.
He didn't try to make her flustered. He just said the first words that came to his mind. Even Klaus was a little surprised that such words were said, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized they were true. Caroline was sassy, exciting, reliable, and lit up the room whenever she walked in. She was intriguing to say the least.
"This spot will work," she finally said. Klaus laughed when his words went ignored by her. "Help me to find spots for the rest of the buildings."
Not taking her rejection to heart, he went to sit beside her on the couch. "You know I'm just getting paid to look over you and not help you with this, right?"
"Help me with this and I'll cook for the next 3 days," she bargained. She was so sick of looking at papers and would take any help she could get, even if she did have to put up with his picky taste buds.
A playful smirk stretched on his face. "You've got a deal, Princess."
The way her heart skipped a beat when his dimples showed scared her. She couldn't afford to get caught up in his game, but that didn't mean that she didn't want to. He kept testing on her will power and even now, she could still feel his soft lips on hers.
This was getting dangerous.