She can’t get a good read on him and it’s driving her nuts.
They’ve been doing photo shoots together for a while now and at this point, Caroline would normally have a good idea of what kind of person she’s working with.
Not with Klaus, though.
Most days, he’s a royal ass who makes assistants scatter before him and barks commands at her in a raspy voice that urges her to talk back - and she does.
And then one day, he brings coffee to the whole crew, and Caroline’s gaze fixates on specks of paint on his fingers as he hands her her favourite venti iced skinny hazelnut macchiato
with a lazy smile. He notices textbooks flowing out of her overloaded bag and asks if she needs help studying during a break.
Her first thought is that Klaus is too damn distracting to be of any help with con law. But Caroline doesn’t say it out loud. She says ‘yes’ instead.
Some days, he shows up to the set all preppy clothes and perfectly neat hair, making her think of nothing else but going up to him and undoing a few buttons, ruffling those curls.
And some days, those curls are already ruffled, as if he’s just gone out of bed, only having thrown a henley on before leaving for work. She can see an outline of a tattoo through a thin white cotton and all she can think about is tracing the lines of black ink with her tongue.
Caroline’s pretty sure horny and drooling isn’t a look Vogue editors are looking for in their next issue but keeping her face straight comes a lot harder than she’d care to admit.
And the worst part?
Judging from that knowing smirk she can observe so often on Klaus’ stupidly attractive face whenever she catches him looking at her?
He knows exactly what kind of dirty thoughts are going through her head - and he doesn’t mind one bit.
you drew out his name, your tone warning and suspicious all at once, causing
the original to quickly spin around, guilt practically radiating off him. “What
are you doing with my wrapping paper?”
a gift?” he suggested with an air of innocence that in no way matched his
awkward countenance. His hands were behind his back, attempting to hide the
colourful wrapping paper in its suddenly scrunched up state.
your head to the side, you glanced at the ruffled paper with a clear look of
disbelief on your face, before returning your attention to Kol. It was clear to
both of you that what ever was going on, you would find out, and you would not
be happy, and it seemed that Kol was rather eager to put off whatever speech he
was about to get.
to try that again?” you offered with a raised eyebrow, almost daring him to lie
to you again.
I told you how lovely you look today?” Kol questioned with a small smile,
trying his best to appear charming. But one look at your unimpressed expression
had him instantly backpedalling. “Alright, fine. I need to get rid of
something, and I thought wrapping paper was the least suspicious way of doing
so,” he sighed in resignation.
groan came from within you as you hung your head at his words. You were right,
he was up to something, and by the sounds of it, it was not anything good.
tell me the ‘something’ is not a person,” you uttered in a pleading tone, not
daring to look at him as a part of you knew your wish would not be granted.
Silence sat between you for a moment, and you knew what his answer was going to
be. “Damn it, Kol! It’s a time of good will, not whatever the hell you’re doing!”