They had to board their flight to Paris around midnight because Klaus' workday had ended at around eleven. Everyone had managed to get on the private jet on time except the owner, who walked in hastily with a phone in his hand and a laptop in the other. He barely acknowledged anyone's presence as he sat in the far back end of the plane. The jet was spacious enough to have a row of normal seating in the front and a lounge area for business in the back. Rebekah gave notice to the pilot once her brother had arrived and it wasn't long before the plane started to rev up and take flight. Caroline had never really been the best flier. Growing up in Mystic Falls, she wasn't able to travel much on her mother's sheriff's salary. Even now, since the wedding planning business had spiked, Caroline couldn't get used to long flights. The first couple of hours made her jittery. She usually took a sleeping pill for the long flights from New York to Europe, but this flight was only an hour so she figured she wouldn't need it.

Caroline looked over her shoulder to see most of the Mikaelson family, Bonnie, and Elena drowning in sleep while Klaus typed away mercilessly on his laptop. He would momentarily pause every few minutes to gather his thoughts, but other than that he seemed to be furiously working. She studied his sculpted features before thinking about her talk with her friends that morning.

"You think Klaus Mikaelson was flirting with you?" Elena questioned as she put on her mascara. She blinked her eyes a couple of times to look at Caroline who was sprawled across the hotel bed. The red sundress her friend was wearing completely did her justice, pronouncing her golden hair even more.

"In his damn British accent," Caroline added with irritation. He was all that she had been talking about last night. Its like she couldn't tame her damn mouth. He'd irritated her to no end when he dropped her off at her door.

"Wait, why does this even bother you so much. You get hit on all the time," Bonnie murmured from her seat on the bed. She had her laptop out and was working.

"Yeah…" Elena pondered. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes at her friend. It had been a good three years since Caroline even noticed a guy, let alone had one get to her. "Are you crushing on him?" she questioned incredulously. " .God. Celibate Caroline finally wants to get her groove on," she giggled, nudging her friend to the side.

"Okay, Elena, fine, you got me, I think he's attractive," she huffed. Her friend was cackling now. "Stop, it isn't funny."

"It is. You have to admit, you guys were at each other's throats the other day. What, figured the hate sex would be to die for," she teased the blonde. Caroline scowled. Bonnie chuckled from her place on the bed. She was currently sifting through the schedules for tomorrow's upcoming events.

"Its. Not. Funny," Caroline bit out. She was getting seriously irritated. Just because she thought he was attractive didn't mean she wanted to tear his pants off. "He's our client."

"Eye sex. Definitely," Bonnie piped up, closing her laptop finally.

"What?" Caroline was screeching at this point. Bonnie got off the bed and rolled her eyes.

"If he wasn't flirting, he was at least eye-fucking you the whole day," Bonnie reasoned. She grabbed her purse and stuffed her laptop into the back. She gathered both of their iPads and double-checked that Elena and Caroline hadn't forgotten a single thing. They were going to leave the hotel to do a bit of morning shopping before meeting Rebekah to discuss table settings.

"See!" Caroline pointed. "He was staring at me the whole time we were in the church," she added excitedly like she collected a new piece of evidence.

"When did you notice that? When you were checking out his ass?"

"ELENA!" Caroline let out an ear-piercing shriek as she reached for the door. "I can't believe you just said that." Caroline whipped out of the room, trying her best to get as far away as possible from her idiotic friends. She groaned as she faced out into the hallway. He ears perked up when she heard a click from the left. She turned her head to see a brunette slip out of a hotel room. She was decked in a pair of tiny denim shorts and a white, loose tank top, that didn't do much to cover her black bra. She obviously looked like she hadn't slept at all during the night with her mussed hair and shades that were probably covering up the circles under her eyes. The stranger barely looked at Caroline as she waltzed past her and ducked into the elevator.

"Caroline?" Elena questioned once she got out of the room. Her talkative friend's silence was a little baffling.

"A girl just walked out of the room Klaus went into last night," Caroline said softly. She didn't know why her heart dropped a couple of notches.

"His business partner could have been a woman," Bonnie offered. She closed the door behind her and gave her best friend a concerned look. There was a time Caroline was open about her feelings about boys, but one tragic story had Caroline closed up and binded. She finally admitted to thinking someone was attractive and Bonnie hoped she wouldn't let this get her down.

"I mean why does it even matter. Its not like I care." Lie. Lie. Lie. For some reason or another, it bothered her.

And to much of her dismay, the idea that he was in a hotel room with another woman after a serious moment of flirtation bothered Caroline. She shook her head. Who was she to kid? The tabloids had claimed him a total recluse minus the fact that he loved charming the ladies. She was just another notch on his belt. She shook her head, letting her curls toss around. She shouldn't even be thinking of her client like that. Her feelings for him should be completely neutral. She looked back once more and pursed her lips. Before she knew it she was striding over towards the sitting room and taking a seat close by to the workingman.

"Miss Forbes," he acknowledged.

"You can call me Caroline," she said naturally. What? She let all her clients call her that in order to seem more approachable. She slipped off her heels and tucked her legs beneath her. He looked at her intently and nodded.

"Caroline," he said in that wonderful accent of his. "I am not at all he type to count my pounds where I spend them, however, I seem to think thirty thousand pounds is a bit excessive for napkins," he said the last word a bit distastefully. He rose up to the bar and poured himself a glass of scotch. He gently stirred his drink and returned back to his seat with his full attention. She giggled, remembering that Rebekah had ordered the most expensive table settings.

"She likes them," she pointed out. This made Klaus pause a bit and look towards her. She tried her best to think neutral thoughts even though his rugged face was making her stomach flip. "Why were you flirting with me last night?" The words flew out of her mouth before she could control them. She snapped her eyes shut. Well, so much for neutral thoughts. Slight irritation bubbled inside of her as she recounted the moments they shared last night.

"Who said I was flirting?"

"You were checking me out," she scoffed, slightly turning her head to seem confident.

He leaned in and quirked up an eyebrow.

"Caroline," he drawled out her name. His accent made her shiver. "I understand for a beautiful woman like you that it's a rarity to not get hit on." His statement slapped her in the face, as she stared back dumbfounded. Her embarrassment was becoming noticeable, she realized.

"You commented on how I was dressed," she hissed. He shrugged and took a sip from his scotch.

"Were you not dressed well?" he questioned innocently. He leaned back in his seat and smirked. He crossed one leg over the other and lounged in the cushioned seat. He was taking pleasure from watching her squirm.

"That's not the point," Caroline glared. He let her flounder for a couple of more seconds.

"Sweetheart, maybe I just enjoy ruffling your feathers," he admitted. He leaned in and set his scotch on the table in front of him. He rubbed the rim on it playfully as she pondered over his confession. "You seem to have a reaction to everything," he observed.

"Well," she said indignantly. "I won't have a reaction to this."

"Really?" he chuckled. She stubbornly crossed her arms and gave him the best scowl she could muster. His smile spread even further, showcasing his dimples. "Alright," he lifted his hands. "White flag? I surrender, love. Let there be peace." She opened her mouth and closed it. "Come on love, its just a little spat. I'm over it already."

"Oh, really, well I'm not," she replied childishly. She gave her best stoic impression possible- she'd be damned if she let him win. He pressed his lips together to suppress his eminent laughter. "What?" she glared.

"Nothing," he said in his vain attempt to cover his laughter.

She rolled her eyes and his chuckles started tumbling out. "What?" she snapped. He wouldn't answer. "What," she hissed with even more impatience. He shook his head and calmed himself down.

"Its just…" he trailed. He looked at her expectant expression. "You're an open book."

"Oh."

"Its sweet and innocent."

"That makes me feel better," she scoffed.

"Its refreshing, sweetheart," he said sincerely. He was genuinely smiling at her. Something about the way his eyes were trained on her made Caroline slip out a smile too. She gave out a pathetic laugh and looked to the right to avoid his gaze. "Friends," he leaned in trying to catch her gaze. She rolled her eyes towards his and contemplated for a moment.

"You're my client," she pointed out.

"So employees and their bosses can't be friends," he argued. She bit her lip.

"Fine. Friends." He gave her a dimpled smile and it sort of made her heart flutter. She was going to have to find some magic potion that would strip him of his dimples. "So, friend…" He looked up at her as a finally drank the last gulp from his glass. She groaned inwardly as she realized she couldn't take one more of his intense stares.

They had talked some more before the flight had landed. Kol was the first to wake up. He was practically giddy at the sight of Paris. He slung all of the carrion bags over his shoulder and practically skipped off the flight.

"Kol, calm down, brother," Klaus yelled after him. He smirked as his younger brother gave him a mischievous smile. He set down the bags and took a look at the ladies who were making their way off the plane.

"How about I show you two a lovely night in Paris," he smiled, digging his hands in his pocket. Elena bundled up in her coat.

"I don't know…" Caroline trailed, looking at him a bit skeptically. "You are our client," she pointed out.

"He is actually not your employer, love," Klaus pointed out, stepping closer to her. He gave her a soft smile. "You two ought to enjoy the night. In addition, you don't seem that tired." She was about to say something but was caught off guard by Elena's puppy dog eyes.

"We never get to enjoy the cities," Elena added. Caroline paused for a second and looked at Kol.

"Fine, but only with Kol. I don't want to be unprofessional," she added the last part to her benefit. She really didn't think she could handle another couple of hours alone with Klaus. His dimpled smile was really doing her in. He smirked once she relented and leaned in to take her bag.

"Allow me, sweetheart," his hot breath hit her cheek for a millisecond until he turned towards the driver. He signaled a second car for Caroline, Elena, Bonnie and Kol's plans for the evening and walked towards Rebekah and Elijah. Caroline shut her eyes before she could catch herself watching him walk away.

"Shall we ladies?" Kol sung as he opened the car door for them. Elena and Bonnie tumbled into the town car and Caroline wasn't too far behind. She was kind of excited to see Paris.

It had been a good couple of hours that they had wasted away enjoying the night life in Paris. Granted they weren't in club gear, but the girls didn't let that get to them. The Mikaelson name let them get into a couple of clubs that were sporting the most talented DJs. Caroline had done her best to forget about her miniscule love life as she danced with Elena and Bonnie. Kol had a couple of drinks but he was fairly sober when they walked out of the bar at 4 AM.

"I'm still wide awake," Elena hummed. Caroline's wide eyes were taking in the streets of Paris. There was something about watching a city in the early morning hours- its so calmly beautiful. Bonnie slung her arm around Elena as the two murmured about the night's various events.

"Are we going to the hotel?" Caroline heard Bonnie question Kol. The two of them had gotten pretty close throughout the night. At one point, Bonnie was carried off by a random, sleazy suitor until Kol had barged in to the rescue. She didn't seem to mind. He gave her one of his very familiar mischievous smile and nodded up ahead.

"I'll show you," he pulled out a key and rounded the nearest corner. In a flash, he opened a door and led the ladies in. He shushed Bonnie and Elena as the started giggling their way in.

"Kol, are we breaking and entering? We could get arrested!" Bonnie chided. She was slightly enubriated. Her cheeks were a bit rosy from the drinks she had downed just a couple of hours prior. She still had some of her wits about her. He switched on the lights and the girls took a look around. The walls that surrounded them were donned with paintings and artwork.

"Well, they'd be arresting the owner," Kol grinned proudly. "My finest work. Well, Nik's work really, but what's his is mine," he said flippantly.

"Its beautiful," Caroline said in awe. Her eyes trailed over to a painting in the center of the closest wall. On the canvas was a dainty, lonely snowflake in the midst of dead winter. She was absolutely floored by the tragic beauty of it.

"I think that's his latest," Kol murmured, standing beside her.

"He painted all of these?" Elena questioned from behind. She was currently staring at a painting with a lone wolf and black, shadowed trees. The whole painting was hauntingly beautiful.

"Yes, he has a total of five private galleries of completely his own work. Each under one of our sibling's names and each in different cities," Kol explained.

"Why does he put it under your names?" Caroline questioned, curiosity getting the best of her.

"We're everything to him," Kol simply stated. Caroline was taken aback. She couldn't quite picture the self confident, cocky son of a gun to be an actual family man. But the way Kol said the statement warmed Caroline.

"The family portrait in the lobby of the company was painted by him too," she could hear Kol add to Elena. She was pretty distant for them as she continued to roam around the gallery. He had called her an open book, but with his paintings the façade that he puts up was pretty much null and void. Everything seemed so lonely. Caroline furrowed her eyebrows as she thought. She found herself wondering into a small corner until she saw the final painting.

There in all her naked glory, clutching red, silk sheets sat the little brunette number that had been strolling out of the hotel room yesterday morning. She had a pout that could have been sported by the devil himself.

Business partner, her ass. But really, she couldn't care less.

A/N You should thank whoever reviewed today, haha. I kept meaning to update this because I had the chapter written out for like a month. Completely done, but I just got super lazy. Anyways, I know there's a couple of different scenes so hopefully it didn't seem too choppy. And, before you guys start thinking, omg this is the same old Tatia vs. Caroline story or Tatia is his past love. Its really not like that. The next chapter is Klaus and Caroline in Paris (though their second trip to Paris is the REAL kicker, can't wait to get to that) and the chapter after that...we start to unravel a bit so I'm excited to start the plot there. Hope you liked the update 3

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