The weather outside is beautiful with the sun shining and a gentle breeze, it's not even too cold. I walk hand in hand with Klaus Mikaelson as we stroll down the sidewalk beside the Heathman, waiting for the crosswalk light to change. As we approach the entrance of Portland Coffee House, I reluctantly let go of his warm hand to allow him to open the door.
Once we're inside, the cafe hostess led us to a secluded table in the back corner to avoid being seen by anyone who might know us. As he poured me a cup of tea, I murmured a shy "Thank you" while averting my gaze.
I was savoring my chocolate lava muffin when he inquired "Do you mind if I try yours,love?"I glanced up to see him reaching out with his spoon towards my muffin.
"Oh no, not at all," I pushed it towards Klaus, "Go for it."
He was about to use his spoon but then he drew it back, "Can I use your spoon?"
"Hmm?"
"I just don't want to contaminate mine with a different flavor."
"Oh um, yeah of course,"I replied, holding out the spoon for him. I thought he would just take the spoon and return it once he was finished. Little did I expect him to unexpectedly lean in and devour the spoon in his mouth. I stood there frozen, unsure of how to react.
"Mmm, Delicious," Klaus commented, looking very much pleased. I couldn't help but watch his lips as he ate those muffins, finding them oddly alluring. It's a little sexy the way he is,actually every inch of Klaus is a little sexy .Except maybe for his accent which is just downright sexy. Pushing aside my thoughts of Mr. Sexy Pants,I forced a fake laugh and replied, "Yeah,you chose a good flavor."
I looked down at my spoon that he had in his mouth. I took a deep breath and then used it to keep eating.
Calm down Care ,People share food all the time and share utensils. Just like I share spoons with Bonnie sometimes.
"You seem nervous," he kept eating as if nothing had happened.
"I guess I am a bit, I find you intimidating."
"You should," He gave me his signature smirk with that damn dimple. "Keep eating."
He tapped his spoon against my cup.
"And a bit high-handed too."
Klaus shrugged, "I suppose that I'm used to getting my own way."
"Sounds boring." I replied challenging him as I glanced his way.
"It can be," he looked amused.
"So tell me about your family?" He inquired "My family?" I asked, surprised and slightly overpowered.
"Yeah" he prompted, raising his eyebrows.
"Um well I come from a small town called Mystic falls in Virgina . My parents divorced when I was ten, and I lived with my mom until she remarried. I didn't get along with her new husband, so I decided to live with my dad, who later married Stephen, who is amazing by the way.I have no siblings and this year , I'll be graduating with a degree in English Literature."
"What about your mother?" He asked
"My mother is on husband number four. Despite her being the sheriff of the town, she is an incurable romantic."
"And you?" He asked frowning.
"Am I a romantic?" I asked surprised. He nodded in agreement.
"Well I study English lit. So I kind of have to be" I said smiling.
He averted his gaze from me and steered the conversation in a different direction. "So you lived with your dad?"
"Yes ,my mom met husband number 3 when I was 15. I stayed with my dad and Stephen."
He furrowed his brows in confusion "You didn't want to live with your mom?"
"No it's not like that , I mean ,my mom was newly married so you know..." I Abruptly stops and switches gears. "Tell me about your parents."
He shrugged "My father is a lawyer and my mother is a pediatrician. They reside in Seattle."
Intrigued, I probed further, "And your siblings?"
"My younger brother works in construction and my little sister is currently studying culinary arts under a renowned French chef in Paris."
"Paris must be amazing," I whispered.
"It truly is. Have you been?" He unexpectedly questioned.
"I've never really been anywhere."I admitted, feeling a wave of embarrassment come over me as I averted my eyes.
"I'll take you," he said. My heart started racing as I glanced at him with amusement.
"Wherever you want", feeling my heart pounding even faster.
"Rome," I sneered, avoiding his intense gaze by looking down at my tea .I really couldn't stare into those intense pair of eyes and think straight at the same time.
"Paris," I chuckled, picturing myself in both cities.
"Tokyo." I burst into laughter.
"Oh, wow!" we laughed together, his contagious laughter filling the room, he had an adorable laugh. For a moment, we just stared into each other's eyes. But our moment was disrupted by the ringing of my phone.
"Um I should go now, I've to study"
"For your exams?"
"Yes,they start on tuesday."
"Okay ,where is Miss Bennett's car?" He asked
"In the hotel parking lot."
"I'll walk you back".
"Thank you for the tea, Mr. Mikaelson"
"You're welcome sweetheart. Come" he responded, standing up and extending his hand to me.
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On our way back down the sidewalk, there's that uncomfortable silence again and before I could stop myself I blurted out, "Do you have a Girlfriend?"
He smirked at me and said "No Caroline,I don't do the girlfriend things."
"Um ,what does that even..."Before I could ask my question, a cyclist rushed toward me and Klaus pulled me into his arms. With my head buried in his neck an involuntary moan escapes as I breathe in his billionaire body scent,It's ambrosia to my senses . His birthmark on his neck caught my attention, igniting a desire to trace my tongue along his skin. Our bodies align perfectly as he holds me against him until my shaking subsides. When I looked into his eyes, my heart stopped as he tightened his hold around my waist. We stood there in a trance, his hand caressing my face. I snuggled into his touch and closed my eyes in anticipation . When I opened them,I found myself unable to look away from his lips. It was now or never as my focus shifted from his eyes to his beautiful luscious lips , we tilt our heads to opposite sides and inch closer to that inevitable first kiss. With his lips barely brushing against mine, I can taste his delicious breath and close my eyes in anticipation of his touch.
We're on the verge of connecting when he suddenly grabs my arms and pulls away his lips.
"I'm not the man for you love." He exclaims, clamping his eyes shut with unsteady breaths.
"What?" I ask, breathless and shocked by his sudden change in direction.
"You should stay clear of me Caroline. I am not the person you believe me to be." He says turning his head so his cheek is flush with mine. Iam taken aback and wounded by his statement.
"Then why did you ask me out?" I ask , still catching my breath and feeling incredibly frustrated.
"I'm irresistibly drawn to you,I just can't stay away from you." He admits while gently caressing my cheek with his own, his warm breath against my ear driving me wild.
"Then don't," I reply, pulling back and meeting his gaze with a newfound confidence.
"You don't know what you're saying sweetheart."
Yes I do Mr. Douchebag . I want you to suck my face until it's inside out.
"Then tell me! Make me understand." I say biting my lower lip.
I feel like such an idiot because he obviously doesn't want me that way. How can you be so stupid care!
Staring at my lip his expression goes dark.
"Because of all the things I want to do to you...starting with biting that lip of yours. I can't sweetheart..I don't want to hurt you."
So I'm rejected again,that too in the most glorious manner...in public. God this has to be the worst day of my life .Starting with butterflies and Ending with heartbreak.
"Caroline...I..." he begin to says but for once he is is loss at words.
"What Klaus?" I sanpped at him clearly agitated and oblivious to the tears of frustration running down my face.
"This was a mistake, I should have never come. I'm sorry I led you on."
"Huh, well thanks for letting me know. Goodbye Mr. Mikaelson!" Wiping my tears I walked away from him .
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As I walked into the living room of my apartment, I attempted to dodge Bonnie, who was engrossed in watching TV, and quickly made my way to my bedroom. But nothing gets past that witchy reporter as she follows me inside.
"Oh, my God Care..what's wrong? You've been crying ! What the hell did that fucking bastard do to you?"
"Nothing...absolutely nothing and that's the damn problem." I exclaim, angrily punching my pillow.
"What do you mean? Talk to me!"
"It's absurd...he just doesn't want me Bon, at least not like that."
"Are you kidding me? ,Care , you are a total sweetheart and if he doesn't see that, there's something seriously wrong with him." Her words give me a glimmer of hope.
"Thanks." I say, wiping my eyes.
"So what happened?"
Taking a seat on my bed , I recount the dreadful events of my evening to her.
"I was nearly hit by a reckless moped on the sidewalk tonight," I began, "Klaus pulled me out of the way and I fell into his arms. We stayed that way for a while and for the first time ever, I longed for a kiss, but it didn't happen. Instead he pushed me away and warn me to stay away from him... he rejected me! Bonnie ...I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I have never been so embarrassed."
"Care..."she started but I cut her off !
"How come ,the guys I want never wants me? I'm inappropriate, I always say the wrong thing ;I try so hard Bonnie but I'm never the one."
"Care you're not inappropriate. And look relationships can be challenging, especially in the early stages. I can tell that this guy has a thing for you by the way he looks at you, but he also seems a little dangerous so take the time to get to know him better. It's only been a few days, so don't rush into anything, now c'mon my Carebear let's get some ice cream and watch The Notebook."
"Thanks Bon but I'm really tired,... I'm gonna turn in."
"Okay, but if you change your mind I'll be right here." She smiled at me as she exited my room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Just like the night before, my dreams were filled with a mysterious figure with captivating dark blue eyes and enticing lips. However, this time, instead of a boring office setting, my dream was filled with wild mopeds, bustling crowds, and a delicious mouth doing all kinds of wonderful things to my body that I had only read about in steamy novels. The words "I don't do the girlfriend thing" and "I'm not the man for you" echoed in my mind, along with the warning to stay away from the fucked-up billionaire Klaus Mikaelson. The possibility of a relationship with him was slowly fading.