"Fuckin' bop it," she mutters tossing the toy out of her window in a rage.
The idea had been a good one but with her day nearly over she went in search of something to do.
It was only then she had found the birthday gift Matt had bought her last year still wrapped up.
After Caroline stripped of her work sweater and slid out of her slacks.
A knock on her door surprised her shuffling she reached for some shorts.
She buttoned them as she made it to the door swinging it open.
"Fuck me sideways," she muttered under her breath at the sight she's met with.
Dirty blonde curls smirk and dimples down to his hard chest and perfect legs.
It's quite the sight but the one single thing he hold out to her grasps her attention.
He's holding onto her BOP IT which is still vibrating, embarrassed doesn't cover what she feels.
"Gently first, Love," he replies with an accent while touching his forehead she simpers.
"I might have a concussion," as he steps closer leaning on her doorway looking like the cat who caught the canary.
Caroline purses her lips, "That's mine," she cries snatching it back.
She goes to shut the door but he blocks her with his boot.
She licks her lips, "Invite me inside," he asks his eye connecting with hers.
"I don't know you," she answers determined making him chuckle as she opens her door.
"I'm Klaus, downstairs neighbor," he introduces himself, "I ride the loud bolstering bike you like to tell off."
"Stupid bike guy," Caroline says recognizing him, "Sorry," she added quickly. "I'm Caroline."
"Caroline," he savors her name, "Will your boyfriend get mad if you invite me inside for a drink?" Klaus asked blushing.
"Oh I don't have a boyfriend," Caroline corrects because even if she did it was her choice.
She winces looking at the plastic toy then at the bump on his head, "Did I really drop this on your head?"
"Yes," he replies as she lets the door fall open inviting him inside.
"I'll get you an ice pack," she tells him rushing off to the kitchen.
She might curse but she was also southern, hospitality ingrained, "Lemonade? Tea?" She offered.
"I'll have what you're having," Klaus responded as he sat down making himself at home on her sofa.
"An old fashioned," she says as she walks back leaning over him to set the ice over his head.
"A woman after my own heart," he murmurs as she sits on the coffee table in front of him.
Caroline smiles sucking in her bottom lip her eyes traveling him, "You're into day drinking?"
"I'm 'into' your hopes and dreams," he responds leaning closer, "Whatever you'll offer."
"Smooth," she replies though not as sarcastically as she could have.
"Do you want to pull it?" He asked reaching for the toy as she flushes.
She might taste blood from how hard she bites her lip as he speaks images forming in her mind.
His permasmirk grows into a smile, "If I win I get the oppurtunity to ask you out," he grins.
"You could just ask me out," she says scooting closer to him taking the toy he offered.
"Would you say yes?" he entreats brushing her hair back from the side of her face.
Her eyes go wide as his eyes sparkle, "Yes," Caroline replies as she grabs the bottle she left on the table before.
"Would I be too forward in asking to kiss you before that?" Klaus asked taking it from her grasp curious as he sips from the rim.
She shakes her head, "No, I've been thinking about doing just that since the door swung open."
He blushes again intoxicating her as their breathes mingle his hand cupping her face.
His thumb caressing her cheek as she shuts her eyes kissing him feeling his lips eagerly slide over hers.
Her mouth parting at the feeling of his tongue gliding along her own softly as if memorizing her.
"Thursday night then," he asks quietly his forehead resting with hers.
She smiles widely, "Tomorrow's sooner," she quips pressing a last small kiss to his incredibly delicious lips.