A/N: You guys are too awesome…words cannot express. Thank you.

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Bonnie's eyes were still raw when she woke up, her thighs tangled in sheets. She kicked the sheets off her body and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She sat like that for a while, rubbing her eyes and listening to the traffic outside. When the aroma of burning bacon wafted through to her bedroom, she realized that Caroline was home.

Every Sunday she tried to make a home cooked breakfast and every Sunday they ended up at the corner deli ordering sesame bagels with sour cream. There was no place for domesticity in Manhattan. It was all about breaking sexual taboos, excitement and the race to climb the career ladder. These were her thoughts and she was sticking by them even if Caroline had other ideas.

"Morning!" Bonnie chimed, slapping the kitchen door open. Caroline stood in the middle of a smoke riddled kitchen holding what appeared to be a spatula. She laughed running a hand through her messy blond hair and Bonnie leaned against the door regarding her. The first thing Bonnie noticed were the boxer shorts, striped blue and looking very snug on her roommate.

"Hey, should I get the fire extinguisher?" a male voice materialized from the smog, startling Bonnie. It was only once she recognizes his face that her shoulders settle back down, her hands shoved in the pockets of her dressing gown.

"Tyler" Bonnie greeted, sweeping her gaze over him. He's the ex, she thought or at least he was the ex two months ago. She wondered if she'd missed something, maybe she'd been too busy with work to realize that Caroline had been dating the douchebag again. Granted, yes the man was as sexy and as hot as the hinges of hell but he was an underpaid advertising executive with more than a few notches on his belt. Caroline was making a mistake, Bonnie was sure of it but she wasn't woman enough to admit to her own error in judgement wth her little escapade with Mr. English.

Unfortunately for her, it was a mistake that had cost her a great deal. Her Hermes scarf was now collateral damage.

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When Leah ushered her into her boss's massive office, Bonnie was relatively calm. She was even rather excited because the article was turning out to be a gem. Who knew that writing about the sex one was actually having could be so much fun. Ok, maybe sex was the wrong word to use because he hadn't actually penetrated her. Did sex even mean penetration? She was in the middle of this serious debate in her head when her boss looked up from her telephone call.

Hayley Marshall held up a finger indicating that she'd be only be a minute. Nodding, Bonnie directed her attention outside where Manhattan lay bustling eight feet from the ground. After a while, Hayley hung up the phone and looked up at her. She gave Bonnie a brittle smile while she reached for her Elizabeth Arden face mist spray. What followed was a long tedious exercise of Hayley preening herself, right down to applying a fresh coat of blood red lipstick.

"How's the article coming along?" She finally asked, rubbing lotion into her hands.

"It's practically writing itself" Bonnie crossed her arms against her chest, the white tank leather dress pressing against her dewy skin.

"Good to hear" She nodded as she reclined back against her white leather chair. Bonnie was about to add something, hopefully something to help advance her career at the paper when the door flew open.

"Klaus, darling!" Hayley lurched to her feet, arms outstretched as she bounded for him. Bonnie's eyes darted to the door and pursued the man in a dark grey three piece Brioni suit. He looked scintillating in the European cut and could see why Hayley was so smitten with him. When Bonnie saw the man following shortly behind Klaus Mikaelson, she stumbled backward. The universe had a sick sense of humor, she thought fixing her eyes to the marble floor. Her stomach clenched and her skin tingled but she steadied herself, rooted to the spot.

"Why didn't you call?" Hayley was babbling.

"Then it wouldn't be a surprise, love"

Bonnie heard the distinct English brogue as the two of them exchanged pleasantries. Salacious gossip around the office said that Hayley had been involved in a torrid affair with a Mikaelson heir and that her daughter had been a result of that affair. She'd never actually seen Klaus Mikaelson in person because they moved around in different circles and now he stood a few feet from her and she couldn't look up because of the man accompanying him.

"And Kol, looking dapper as usual" Hayley cooed and Bonnie imagined her tossing her dark hair over her shoulder.

"Thank you, sweetheart" he replied, his voice ripping through her gut.

"You back in the city?"

"Let's just say I grew sick of India and Europe is a drag" he drawled languish before something stopped him in his tracks. Bonnie noted the slight hitch in his breath before he resumed again like nothing had happened. Kol Mikaelson, the minute Bonnie heard his real name she knew who she was. He was other Mikaelson heir, the boy the family had lost to wanderlust. Over the years she had seen pictures of Klaus on page six, read the gossip blogs about his numerous affairs with actresses and the tumulus marriage to Camille O'Connell. Raising her eyes, her gaze collided with his and she gasped. Kol's lips formed her fake name, the hint of as smile tweaking the corners of his mouth. He didn't look as shocked to see her as she obviously was and he wore nonchalance quite well. Her eyes followed the afternoon sun across his ruffled hair, coasted down to his golden eyes and drifted over his shoulders covered in a slim-fit summer sweater. It was a plunging V-neck, sleeves rolled up to showcase his arms and the Breitling watch around his wrist. He looked like he had just stepped out of Italian GQ and the fact that he smelled like salty sea air today made her want him even more. She wanted to be stranded in some beach with him where the waves pounded the shore while he made love to her.

The memory made her cheeks burn and she dropped her gaze once more. She tugged at her fake red pearls, tracing a sandal along the patterns on the marble floor before glancing up at him again. She felt sure that they could all hear her staggering heartbeat.

Hayley jerked her gaze away from Klaus and blurted, "Bonnie, you're still here?"

Bonnie's back straightened as she shot her boss a wide-eyed look. When she didn't offer a response, the brunette merely scowled and snapped, "Pick up my Dior coat at the dry cleaners will you?"

"You mean Leah should pick up your-"Bonnie shook her head, motioning toward the entrance where Leah, Hayley's assistant was busy assembling a pile of papers. Running errands for Hayley wasn't part of her job description that was Leah's area of expertise. Hers was to churn out fantastic articles that garnered readership from females eighteen to thirty-five.

"I said Bonnie and I'm looking at you, aren't I?" she crossed the floor heading back to her desk. Opening her purse, she fished out her wallet and pulled out a ticket and a few dollars for her to pay the dry-cleaning bill. Tentatively, Bonnie stepped forward and took the ticket and money from Hayley. She could still feel Kol's eyes on her and Klaus's curious glare.

"It's the one on Broadway" Hayley explained, sizing her up with her big brown eyes before sauntering to Klaus again. "Ok, run along now!" she quickly added, waving Bonnie away with her hand. With a veiled scorn, Bonnie turned on her heel and stomped out of the office leaving behind a zesty trail of Marc Jacob's Oh Lola perfume.

With flushed cheeks and a disdain for all things Hayley, she made her way down to Broadway. Locating the dry cleaners amongst throngs of people and towering skyscrapers was like locating the last Chanel flap back during black Friday. When she eventually hopped back into a cab to Fifth Avenue, she was quite happy to be done with the exercise.

"Didn't you get the memo?" Leah asked as soon as Bonnie barreled into Hayley's office, the rustling coat in her hand.

"What now?" she puffed and blew out tendrils of hair from her forehead.

"Hayley asked you to drop the coat off at the restaurant"

"What restaurant?" she slapped the plastic wrapped coat on Leah's desk before crossing her arms against her chest.

"She's having lunch with Klaus and Kol at Daniel"

"You're kidding right?"

"Yes I kid because Hayley is so awesome like that" Leah rolled her brown eyes, picked up the coat from her desk and handed it back to her.

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She stood for a moment at the threshold of the restaurant, scanning the elegant space for the group. When she finally spotted them through the crowd, she made her way to the table with the maître d' following shortly behind. A number of eyes followed her as she ventured deeper inside the restaurant, her gaze darting from the chandeliers to the delicate French décor.

"Bonnie, what the hell are you doing here?" Hayley shot her a look; mouth poised over a glass of chardonnay.

"You asked me to drop off your coat" she stammered, looking from Klaus then back to Hayley. She was trying to avoid Kol's gaze by all means.

"That's ridiculous!" Hayley spat, eyes widening as she sized Bonnie up.

"Leah said-"

"I didn't ask you to drop off anything. In fact I-"

"I did" Kol raised his hand like a naughty little school boy. "I told Leah you could drop off Hayley's coat" he shrugged, the smile carrying over to his eyes. Bonnie blinked twice, not quite comprehending why he would do such a thing.

"Take a seat" he told her levelly and she watched as he rose from his chair to pull out seat for her. "You must be tired" he added, not taking his eyes off her. The maître d' took Hayley's coat from her hands and Bonnie settled into the seat next to Kol. She was still perplexed as to why he wanted to spend more than the obligatory minutes with her after the manner in which they parted.

"Would you like something to drink?" a waiter materialized to enquire and her eyes rushed to Hayley.

"She'll have some champagne" Kol replied absentmindedly as he refilled his glass with water.

"It's working hours" Hayley explained, not bothering to look up from her menu.

"What time does she knock off?"

"Five"

"That's three hours from now," Kol grinned, eyes gliding over Hayley in her red peplum dress, "and since this is bound to be a three hour lunch, well we can say that Bonnie is off the clock"

Bonnie's eyes flitted from Hayley to Kol the entire time as they discussed her like she wasn't there. She caught sight of Klaus narrowing his eyes at her. He looked just about as intrigued with the scene as she was.

"Champagne it is" she told the waiter gleefully and Hayley shifted in her won seat as she gulped down her white wine. The trio conversed over a cacophony of voices and clinking plates as she observed them. The waiter came back with her champagne and she swiftly snatched it from his tray. She could hear Hayley groan under her breath but she didn't care. She sat back and allowed the server to place an avocado and salmon amuse bouche in front of her. It looked too pretty and sculptural, like something one would see at the Guggenheim museum. She loved the smooth emerald green of the avocado and the delicate pinks of the salmon but the sparkling rose of grapefruit shavings on top of a dollop of white cream really made her heart flutter. Gingerly, she picked up the spoon and slipped it into her mouth.

"Do you like it?" Kol asked, almost breathing into her ear he was so close.

"It's delicious" she assured him, her tongue caressing the roof of her mouth.

"Is the grapefruit tart on tongue?" he breathed against her neck. He was seating so close to her that Bonnie doubted their voices carried to the other couple. This didn't stop her from blushing however as she took another sip of champagne.

"Yes, "she nodded, her fingertips tracing the mouth of the flute.

"And the salmon? So light, almost translucent shavings of silky pink that melt on your tongue" his tongue stroked every syllable and she squirmed in her seat, the embroidery digging into flesh. Involuntarily, her thigh pressed against his and a moan escaped her lips. She loved the way the words rumbled in his chest, loved the way they vibrated against her groin. She could feel him everywhere, wrapped around her clenched torso, clenched around her nipples and she welcomed the sensation.

"Pink, silky, moist folds of salmon" Kol murmured, his tongue touching the rim of his wine glass. He slid his hand beneath the white tablecloth, startling her when his fingers brushed against her thigh. Kol tasting his wine was like Kol tasting her and raw desire wrapped around her so tight that she forgot the couple dining with them. He slipped a hand under dress and she swallowed back a moan. She observed as Hayley forked up bits of her warm goat cheese salad into her mouth and her fingers dug into the table.

"Try some caviar; it's like a party on your tongue" the words rolled like butter from Kol's tongue, his fingers crawling underneath her panties. He teased her, delicate strokes running down her clit before plunging a finger inside. The grapefruit was tart on her tongue, the salmon slippery in her mouth but when the caviar crushed against the roof of her tongue it elicited a breathy moan.

"Do you like it?" he breathed and she wasn't sure if he was referring to the caviar or his marvelous fingers. She loved both, Christ she loved both.

"I love it" closing her eyes, she lifted her hips to catch his fingers as another two joined the party. Bonnie only paused momentarily when Hayley stole a curious glance at her. She chose to clench herself around his fingers rather than rock her hips against him. This seemed to draw less attention.

"Take off your knickers" Kol said gruffly, fingers skillfully plunging inside her while his thumb caressed her moist clit.

"What?"

"Take off your panties" he translated because seemingly he thought the definition of knickers was lost on her.

"What is it with you and my panties?" she breathed heavily as his fingers slipped out of her.

"Can we have a normal conversation for like five minutes?" She chuckled breathily, "We could talk about Che Guevera and the Cuban revolution"

"I'm more of a Fidel Castro man, myself" he teased, observing the fingers that had been inside her before giving each an attentive lick with his tongue. Suddenly the thought of his tongue doing what his nimble fingers had been doing brought her hurtling over the edge. How was it possible for a man to make her feel all this, this want, and this need for him?

"Get up, go to the bathroom, third stall on your right and take off your knickers" Kol said slowly as he sliced his chicken cordon bleu. He slipped a tender morsel of it into his mouth and Bonnie stared at him, transfixed.

He might as well have said third stall on your right is where you'll find orgasmic bliss. Without saying a word, she swiped her napkin off her lap and placed it on the table before excusing herself with a nod.