The next morning, I find myself waking in an unfamiliar place , feeling disoriented and groggy. My head throbbed with pain and my eyes felt heavy. I struggled to open my eyes against the blinding light, which felt overwhelming and unbearable. With great effort, I forced my body to sit up and glance around, trying to piece together what happened last night!

Looking beneath the sheet I notice I'm wearing a red henley , my bra and panties with no socks and no jeans ... holy shit!

Oh my god! , what if something happened between us? I can't recall anything after we left the nightclub. As I glance over at the nightstand, I notice that he has thoughtfully set out two tablets of advil and a glass of orange juice for me, clearly expecting a brutal hangover, which I gratefully accept.

Wow Mr. Sexy Pants!

Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. He opens the door anyway and stroll in. Shit! he's been hitting the gym. He's wearing a loose gray sweatpants that sit low on his hips and a gray sleeveless t-shirt, which were showing off his necklaces . I bite my lip as my mouth goes dry once more.

"Good morning, Caroline. How are you feeling?" He asks, with a hint of amusement , before taking a sip of water .

"Umm, better than I deserve," I mumble.

Clutching the blanket to my chest, I asked, "Did you put me to bed?"

He sat down at the table and lifted the hoods from the plates to examine the breakfast.

"Mhhm," he replied distractedly.

"How did I get here?"

"I drove you."

"I don't remember."

"That's because you were passed out , Sweetheart."

"Um okay... Did you undressed me?" I asked slightly indignant.

"Yes , I didn't have much choice," He countered while buttering the toast.

"Where did you sleep?" He gestured with his finger to the other side of the bed. I looked in the direction .

Holy shit!... I Slept with Klaus 'fucked up and full of intimacy issues' Mikaelson.

I asked slightly hysterically, "Oh my god! Um, we did not...! Did we...?"

"No need to worry your pretty little head love. Nothing happened between us, you were practically comatose and necrophilia is not my thing . I prefer my women sentient and receptive . And last night you were neither." He said smirking at me.

Asshole.

"So we just slept then."

"Trust me sweetheart, it was a first for me too."

Oh thank god!...feeling like such an ass. It's my turn to apologize.

"Um, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For calling you last night , for ..." I started but he cut me off .

"Sweetheart I'm glad you called me , had I not shown up you would have undoubtedly woken up somewhere else this morning, perhaps in the photographer's bed instead of mine."

"I don't know... Matt isn't usually like that." I managed to say.

He stiffened at the mention of his name.

"I don't bloody care ,how he usually is! He took advantage of you while you were drunk. That's not something a gentleman shall do. He shouldn't have touched you"

"And now you're acting like a jealous boyfriend." I scoffed.

" I don't do ..." he started but I cut him off

"Yeah , yeah you don't do boyfriend thing. And you made that perfectly clear to me ,so why do you care!" I snapped meeting his intense gaze.

"You should be nicer to me."

"Oh really!" I scowled.

He stood up, walked over to the bed and handed me the toast . He looked, displeased, frustrated, angry, and infuriated , as he commanded me "Eat."

"You're not my Dad!"

"Caroline" he sighed and said in a calm tone , "Please Eat."

I sighed. How could I actually say no to that? He sounds so sincere and vulnerable. Who would've thought that a side like this exists in him?

The sight of the French toast made my stomach growl, and I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, hoping he hadn't heard the noise.

"Thank you," I said as I took a slice of toast.

"Did you eat last night?" he asked, moving to sit on the armrest.

I shook my head, meeting his disapproving gaze.

His jaw tightened, but his expression remained stoic. "If you're going to be drinking , it's rule number one to eat first. This is the reason you were so sick." He lectured me , running his hand through his hair.

Seriously , Is this guy for real! Stupid british freak.

I shook my head in disbelief, "Are you done scolding me?"

"Is that what you think I'm doing?"

"Yeah" I said , taking a bite of toast.

"You're lucky I'm just scolding you love."

"What do you mean?"

He smirked. Seriously! One minute he's this angry guy and then the next , he becomes this charming British King. God! How can someone be so infuriating and yet so sexy at the same time?

He stood up and pulled the shirt over his head. Surprised and with red cheeks, my jaw dropped at the sight of this gorgeous man before me, as my gaze traveled down to his sculpted physique. I watched in awe as he made his way to the bed.

"If you were mine, you wouldn't be able to sit down for a week," he said as he climbed onto the bed , and stole a bite from my toast.

" What?" I asked him with a full mouth.

"I gotta go take a shower" he whispered.

"Wait! Umm... why am I here Klaus?"

"You are here because I'm incapable of leaving you alone, " He stepped out of the bath and closed his eyes, with a sense of dread briefly crossing his face before he shuddered. When he opened his eyes, he glared at me, "I hate to think what could've happened to you , if I hadn't shown up... And if you were mine- ... " he continued but I cut him off.

"But I'm not yours." I retorted, proud of myself for standing my ground.

Taken aback, he simply stared at me.

"And why do you care what happens to me anyway? You made it pretty clear the other day that you didn't want me ... at least not like that." I said, biting my lower lip, causing his eyes to widen.

He sat on the bed next to me, gazing deeply into my eyes. "On the contrary sweetheart , I want you very much ... especially when you do that with your lip . I want to bite it off and suck on it."

His words left me stunned, my stomach tightening and giving a tingling sensation in my lower region.

Oh god! Did he really just say that!

"And when you're not being stubborn and challenging, you amuse me." He added as he leaned in closer until his lips were dangerously close to mine. Feeling his warm breath on my lips , there's only one thought in my head.

He's going to kiss me !

"Caroline, like I told you that day , you should stay clear of me." He says in the most seductive tone, " I don't do romance. My tastes are very singular. You wouldn't understand."

Summoning up my courage , I succumb to my curiosity . "Enlighten me then."

My heart races with anticipation, craving the touch of his lips on mine. He gently caresses my cheek and lower lip, causing me to revel in the pleasure. I feel his warm breath on my lips, but suddenly he steps back and retreats into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I let out the breath that I've been holding. Why is he so damn attractive and a freaking wierdo at the same time? I have never felt these intense feelings for anyone before. My hormones are in overdrive. I can feel a tingling sensation on my skin from where his thumb touched my face and lower lip. I feel restless and yearning.

God ! what are you doing to me Klaus Mikaelson?

I scramble out of his bed frantically searching for my jeans. He emerges from the bathroom wet and glistening from the shower, still unshaven, with just a towel around his waist, and here am I , all bare legs and awkward gawkiness. He's surprised to see me out of bed.

"If you're looking for your jeans, I've sent them to the laundry." His gaze is dark. "They were spattered with your vomit."

"Oh." I blush deeply at his words, feeling caught off guard once again.

He hands me a plastic bag, "Here , put these on ." He says, his tone softening.

"What's this?"

"Clothes... I had Elijah buy them for you , they should fit."

"Who's Elijah?" I asked , feeling a bit lost.

"My personal assistant and head of security."

"Oh Thanks" I mutter. "I'll have a shower then." I grab the bag and dart into the bathroom away from the unnerving proximity of naked Klaus.

*

After having a warm and soothing shower , I dress quickly , and to my surprise , the clothes are of perfect fit. I brusquely towel-dry my hair and try desperately to bring it under control. But, as usual it refuses to cooperate !

I take a deep breath. Time to face Mr. Complicated.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I discovered that the bedroom was empty. Frantically searching for my purse, I realized it was not there. Taking a deep breath, I made my way into the living area of the suite. In the dining area, I saw my savior sitting and reading something on his laptop.

He looks up from his laptop . "Caroline..." he started , but I cut him off.

" I'm not talking to you until you tell me, why did you send me those books and the drawing." I said, Crossing my arms and staring into his eyes.

He raised his eyebrows at me, as he stood in front of the desk, his eyes twinkling and burning with some unfathomable emotion.

"I felt I owed you an apology and a warning ." He pauses and shrugs "Like I said , I don't do romance ,I'm not a hearts and flowers kind of man." He runs his hands through his hair and closes his eyes as if in defeat. "There's just something about you though, and I'm finding it impossible to stay away."

"Then don't." I whisper.

Sighing, he stood up from his chair and closed the distance between us , invading my personal space, as he gaze directly into my eyes. "You look beautiful . That colour suits you." he remarks in his alluring British accent .

"Um, Thanks." I blush, looking down at my hands.

"I'd like to bite that lip." He whispers darkly.

Taken aback, I gasp, realizing I was chewing on my bottom lip and my mouth pops open. My heartbeat spikes, and I felt like I was panting.

Jeez, and he hadn't even touched me yet.

Taking a deep breath I met his dark gaze. "Then, why don't you?" I challenge quietly.

"Because I'm not going to touch you Caroline, not until I have your written consent to do so." his lips twitching into a faint smile.

"Wh..what?" I ask, confused.

"I'll explain it later ." he sighed, shaking his head in amusement and slight exasperation.

Stepping back, he observed me with wonder as a small smile played on his luscious lips.

"What are your plans for later?" He asked me with his charming smile.

"I'm working at the hardware store till seven," I said nervously, still puzzled by his earlier comment.

His mood swings were becoming increasingly difficult for me to interpret.

"I'll tell Elijah to pick you up then" he said with a grin.

Seeing my confused face ,he chuckled his sexy british laugh and grabbed my hand.

"Come on love, I'll take you home."

"Umm , okay."

"After you , Miss Forbes." He whisper , opening the door for me.

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We walk in silence down the corridor , Klaus puts his hands on my back and guides me to the elevator. Just the slight feel of his touch sends shivers down my spine as my eyes momentarily closes on their own accord.

The elevator arrives, and we step in. I sneak a glance at him through my lowered lashes, catching him looking back at me from the corner of his eye. A smile forms on my lips, causing his to twitch slightly. In that moment, something shifts in the air between us, an electrifying anticipation filling the enclosed space. My breathing quickens as my heart beats faster. He turns his head slightly towards me, his eyes a deep, dark slate. Unable to contain myself, I bite my lip.

"Fuck the paperwork," He growls,

...pinning me against the elevator wall and presses his lips against mine . My eyes close as the assault on my lips continues. What starts off soft quickly escalates, with him biting my lip and then inserting his tongue into my eager mouth. Our tongues battle for control as I run my hands through his hair, only to have him stop me and forcefully pin my wrists above my head and kisses me even harder. Our bodies are perfectly aligned as my nipples harden and strain against the thin material of my bra. I moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. He takes full advantage, his tongue expertly exploring my mouth. I have never been kissed like this.

My tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow, erotic dance that's all about touch and sensation, all bump and grind. He brings his hand up to grasp my chin and holds me in place. Just as I can't get enough of this man, he raises my leg with his free hand and rubs it against his erection and then I feel him there against my center. OH GOD! The perfect harmony of our moans ignite our passion as oxygen becomes a necessity.

The elevator bell chimes and we reluctantly break apart as the pesky doors dare to open. Three men in business suits look at both of us and smirk as they climb on board. We dare not to look at each other but our expressions give it away and are those of mischief and amusement.

He glances at me out of the corner of his eyes, and gently blows out a deep breath. His lips quirk up in a half smile .

"What is it about elevators?"

Licking my lips, an involuntary smile forms on my lips.