Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries. I'm just borrowing. Only the story is mine.

Note: Previously, in "When You Least Expect It," Caroline is hired to do the wedding of her friend, Lexi, to Kol Mikaelson.

Hey, everyone! I got the idea for this next installment of my Klaroline AU/AH while I was out on a walk and while I was in the tub. No spoilers, just follow along!

Mikaelson Mansion – Several Weeks Later…

Klaus grumbled to himself as he checked his phone for the umpteenth time that afternoon. He had told the staff at the hospital that he was going to be on call and to page him if they needed him. So far, the blasted phone hadn't rung once, which was both a good thing and a bad thing. It was good thing because they probably had someone covering his shift, and it was a bad thing because now, he had to endure being in the presence of the guests that turned up for the wedding, a majority of which being the other GQ models that Kol worked with. Several times, he had seen two young men in a full liplock. Not that there was anything wrong with that, which there wasn't, but Klaus came from a very old-fashioned family, and that sort of thing was a bit much.

Shaking his head, he looked at his phone again, with the same result as the last time.

"Will you put that bloody phone down, Nik? You've been checking it since we left the church."

The voice of his sister, Rebekah Mikaelson Salvatore, snapped him to attention and he looked up from his phone to meet her gaze. Rebekah was married to Stefan Salvatore, the vice president of Salvatore Industries, with whom she was expecting her first child, a boy they were going to be naming Dante Vincent. Klaus loved his sister dearly, even if she sometimes got under his skin.

"I'm on call, Bekah," he replied. "I want to be able to answer the phone should they page me. It's an unfortunate occupational hazard that comes with my profession. I'm sure you can understand, since your husband often has his phone with him."

"True as that is, I can't stand it," said Rebekah. "It's bloody annoying."

Klaus sighed and put his phone back in his jacket pocket. "There, I've put it away. Happy now?"

He walked away before his sister had a chance to reply and went to the refreshment table, where he helped himself to a freshly poured glass of champagne and a cocktail frank. He wasn't entirely hungry, even though there was plenty of food. It was while he was standing there that he saw someone walk past him. His curiosity piqued, Klaus went in the same direction and saw a woman dressed in a rather elegant gold dress that reached to her thighs yelling at one of the waiters.

"Why am I busing your tables? You should know where everything goes!"

Klaus watched as the waiter walked away and then heard the woman say into a headset she was wearing, "Bonnie, this is a disaster. I just yelled at a member of the wait staff because he can't bus a table worth shit. Why can't things go my way? Lexi is counting on us to make this the best day of her life and nothing is working out."

"Well, it's not going to go your way if you lose your temper," came the reply. "I know that you're expecting perfection, but you know the old saying, 'You can attract more flies with honey than vinegar.' Remember that and things will be better."

Klaus smiled and, grabbing a rose from one of the center pieces, went over to the woman after she had ended the conversation with the person on the other end, meeting her gaze as he got closer. "How am I doing, love?"

"Well, you're...perfect. Even better than most best men I've encountered." She sighed. "You didn't happen to hear what I was saying just now, did you?"

"Would you hold it against me if I did?" He handed her the rose he had plucked. "A beautiful flower for a beautiful lady."

As he watched her take the rose, Klaus took the opportunity to really look at her. She had radiant, golden blonde hair that rivaled the summer sun, blue eyes that a man would have to be blind and stupid not to notice, a body that, although was covered by the dress she was wearing, was ideal for a night of rough, passionate, wild sex, and lips he could imagine himself kissing and nibbling.

"By the way, I don't think we were properly introduced. I'm Klaus Mikaelson, the brother of the groom."

"Caroline Forbes. It's a pleasure to meet you." She took a whiff of the rose he had given her. "You really didn't have to give me a flower, Klaus. After all, you barely know me even though we've probably glanced at each other several times at the church during the ceremony."

"We did," said Klaus. "Might I say, Caroline, you were even more beautiful than the bride."

Caroline blushed. Did he really just say that she was more beautiful than the bride? She never heard that before. True, she had received compliments, but this was...she didn't know how to explain it. She was about to say something when the band that was hired for the event started playing their rendition of "Strangers in the Night" by Frank Sinatra. Klaus smiled at her and extended his hand.

"May I have this dance, Caroline?"

Caroline stared at his hand. "I really shouldn't."

"Oh, come now, love," said Klaus. "It's just a dance. What harm can it do?"

Caroline bit her lip, still staring at his extended hand. Even though part of her was telling her that it was wrong to fraternize with the client, another part of her was telling her that she shouldn't refuse him. After all, he was being polite by asking her to dance.

"All right," she said finally, placing her hand in his. "I suppose one dance wouldn't hurt."

That was all Klaus needed to hear and he escorted her out onto the dance floor, pulling her to him as they swayed to the music that was playing around them. Caroline felt her heart skip several beats as she looked at the man she was dancing with. Good God, he was undeniably handsome, with short, slightly curly dark blonde hair that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, greenish blue eyes that could make even the toughest women go weak in the knees, a body that she could imagine herself cuddling up against after a night of passionate, primal sex, and lips she was tempted to kiss and nibble.

Damn it, Caroline, what is wrong with you? You barely know Klaus and you're ready to jump into bed with him. Shit, must be the atmosphere that's affecting my judgment.

"You're awfully quiet over there, Caroline. What are you thinking?"

His question startled her out of her reverie and she shook her head as she replied, "For one thing, I'm dancing with a man I barely know. I'm even having impure thoughts about the same man."

"I do apologize for that, love. I didn't mean for that to happen." He smiled. "Though, having impure thoughts shouldn't be a bad thing. That means that you're allowing yourself to experience the thrill of being in a man's presence."

"I still don't know you," said Caroline. "I mean, I only know your name, and that you're the brother of the groom."

"Well, I think I can rectify that," said Klaus. "Perhaps we can get a cup of coffee together and we can get to know each other a little better?"

"Klaus, I..."

Klaus placed his finger on her lips, cutting her off. "I insist."

Caroline was about to say something further when she felt his lips on hers in a soft and tender kiss that seemed to set fire to her soul. Reluctantly, she returned the kiss, moaning against his lips as it deepened.

Note: I don't know about you, but I think there's a spark between our couple. Stay tuned!

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