A/N: Okay so this isnt exactly the next chapter, its just a missing scene I wrote for my friend Tyler for her birthday, but hopefully it will sate you before the next chapter.
Katherine Pierce was as scary as they come. When the tinkering sound of her stiletto heels would echo across the marble floor, phones would be put away, screens would be minimized and all the associates that she managed would sit up a little bit straighter and paste on their brightest smiles just as she ordered.
She was an efficient woman and respected by all. She only hired the very best and expected them to work hard to keep their places. Caroline was terrified of her. She knew that Katherine liked her and valued the work that she put in, but she also knew that if she put a toe out of line, Katherine would swoop down faster than a hyena in The Lion King.
Klaus found Katherine both amusing and necessary. She had an excellent work ethic and could charm the socks off any businessman they worked with and the employees under her command always produced top form work. But it was entertaining to see how she made twenty grownup associates shiver in their boots at a toss of her hair.
The weekly progress report meeting was mandatory for all associates and executives and the lucky associate that Katherine chose to take notes was the always the one who she trusted the most, the one who had been doing the best work that particular week. Every associate gunned for that position, no matter how tedious it was, it was affirmation that Katherine noticed the hard work that they did.
"Caroline," Katherine said as looked at the papers she was arranged on the conference table.
"Yes, Miss Pierce," Caroline replied, moving to sit down at a chair near end of the conference table.
"You will be taking the minutes of today's meeting, so you will sitting down here, by the executives," Katherine informed her with a deadpan voice, still not looking up from the work in front of her.
With a nod Caroline moved hastily to sit opposite Katherine, taking out her arsenal of pens and notepad to prepare herself for the task at hand. She smiled as the executives made their way inside, each more cocky and confident than the other, even the women like Katherine, so self-assured and elegant. She saw Klaus, edging himself into the room, and her stomach regained its usual gymnastic practice.
He pushed through the throes of executives and associates and seated himself next to her with his usually teasing smile firm in place.
"Good morning Miss Pierce, Miss Forbes, I see you are the lucky minute scriber today, your work must be commendable if Miss Pierce trusted with this momentous task."
"Yes Mr. Mikaelson, its so lovely when someone shows gratitude for the work that you do," she responded, knowing that Katherine was too busy ordering around the other associates.
He narrowed his eyes at her, fully aware at falsity of her innocent act. "Be careful what you wish for, love," he murmured at her.
The meeting started off to a boring start with Richard Lockwood's financial report, moving onto Damon Salvatore and the stats report, it was during Alaric Saltzman's case progress report that she felt it, a large, calloused hand on her knee.
She turned her head sharply to look at him, his poker face showing no reaction and when she felt Katherine's firm gaze on her, she resumed her task and noted down what Alaric was saying.
A small smirk adorned his face as his hand started stroking her knee and lower thigh in circles. It snuck under her skirt, as his thumb started moving harder and forcibly in circles across her still covered leg. She sucked in her breath, recalling their first rendezvous, but this time they weren't in a secluded car but in a room packed with some of the most important people in the company. She moved her left hand under the table and lightly smacked his hand, chastising it for its inappropriate behavior. He chuckled under his breath and held her leg a little tighter.
"The wife has been causing difficulties," she wrote on her notepad, the ink blotting slightly at the end of the sentence as his blunt fingernails ran down her inner thigh, hitching her billowing knee-length skirt higher. He dragged his nails up and down her thigh, like he knew she liked it, she was always so responsive to his touch, and this time was no exception, even though she was trying her best to ignore him, he heard her panting lightly, squirming ever so slightly in her seat, she was the master of control
He wondered how far he could test her control, He didn't want to get her fired, he cared about her far more than that, he knew she loved her job, but he just wanted to blur her lines a bit, push her to the edge, let her feel the danger he knew she craved.
She let out a gasp that soon became a cough, as his fingers tickled the edge of her lace panties. Her toes curled with anticipation while his fingers walked up her inner thigh, slowly moving the lace material of her underwear between them and ever so gently moved it aside. At that point, Alaric took a break from his monologue to take a sip of water, and Caroline glared at Klaus, warning him that if he continued his actions he would greatly pay for it.
His smirk grew wider as he accepted her silent challenge, plunging his pointer finger between her folds. She bit her lip hard, in an attempt not to cry out, and picked up her pen again, and began writing furiously to distract herself and not to draw anyone's attention to her change in behavior.
That pointer finger that was so daring just a minute before began stroking the line of her innermost area gently, dipping between her folds, exploring them, appreciating them, making them grow hot and wet. His middle finger soon joined his other one inside of her, curling, twisting, creating circles round and round her core until it reached her nub. That nub that had been craving to be touched since he walked into the room, that has no shame when it comes to him and the height of the pleasure that he brought her to, time and time again.
She tried to even out her breathing, as Katherine lifted her brow in a concerned fashion at her and mouthed 'Are you okay?', Caroline nodded, burying her head again and resuming her task while Klaus was staring at Alaric as he spoke, a look of utter concentration on his face, only Caroline knowing what he was truly concentrating on.
He shifted his hand slightly until his thumb could forge its own way inside of her, rubbing her, caressing her, until it made its way to her clit and his fingers truly began its performance within her. Stroking, tugging, beckoning it to release, to come done, to be ruffled and sated. He liked to think that his favorite subject was her body, finding out what she liked, what parts were ticklish, where she wanted to be touched, what got the most response from her.
And that day, under that conference table, he was taking his exam, testing each and every one of her buttons that he worked so hard to memorize. Caroline bit on her lip hard in order to remain silent, drawing blood in the process as Klaus terribly talented fingers moved faster, plucking all her strings at once. It was only after Alaric had concluded his report and the meeting had ended, and everyone was collecting their items to leave that he showed mercy on her and put pressure on her nub, allowing her to release. She sighed in relief and slunked back in her chair when she noticed that Katherine had already gone back to her office.
She fixed her sopping wet underwear and smoothed out her skirt, not looking at Klaus, his punishment for disobeying her wishes. She picked up her very detailed notes and made her way out of the conference room, but not before hearing Klaus say to Alaric, "Good report, I found it very…stimulating."
A/N: Just want to take a minute for all the support for this story, all the reviews, favs and follows and words of love. Let me know what you think of this scene.
The next chapter starts where the last ended, Klaus makes an appearance at Bonnie's graduation party, Caroline gets her own bout of jealousy, and she breaks another one of her rules.
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