Caroline Forbes stormed into her history teacher’s office, temper flaring as she slammed her latest essay down on his desk. Klaus Mikaelson shot her an unamused glare as the door slammed shut behind her. The eighteen-year-old honors student was never one to back down from a challenge, so his stone face did little to dampen her outrage. “You’re blind if you can’t see that paper was at least an A-.”
“That mouth of yours is going to get you intro trouble one day, Caroline,” Klaus chided, his tone only half-serious as his upper lip quirked.
The bright young blonde cocked her head to the side, one hand on her hip as she fought back a grin. “Oh yeah? How’s that going to happen, Mr. Mikaelson?”
The teacher only briefly looked up from his laptop, but it was enough for her to see his eyes clouding with lust. “You’re going down a dangerous path here, love.”
“The only thing in danger is my GPA if you don’t come to your senses,” she sassed, crossing her arms over her chest in a huff. “That paper was solid. How could you give it a B?” He blinked at her; she stomped her foot. “My last three essays all got A’s. This isn’t fair.”
Klaus shot her an amused smirk. “Life isn’t fair.”
“Clearly,” she huffed, sitting down in front of his desk and crossing one leg over the other, her plaid skirt riding up to reveal her knee. “What can I do to improve my grade?” she asked in a demanding tone that set his teeth on edge.
“Work harder next time,” he replied flatly. “Perhaps less time spent partying would allow more for your studies.”
Caroline scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Please. My social life consists of me and 88 of my best friends.”
“What you do at home is your business, sweetheart.” Her jaw dropped at his slightly teasing tone. He smirked at her flabbergasted expression. “Although, I do hope you were referring to the keys on your piano.”
“Afraid of the competition?” she countered, lip quirking up in a sly smile.
Klaus tilted his head to the side as he considered her. “Should I be?” Her smile widened as he held up a finger, beckoning her to him. She set down her bag by his desk and climbed onto his lap like she did everyday after school. He leaned forward to peck her on the lips, lightly pinching the flesh of her ass over her panties under her schoolgirl skirt. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, lip caught between her teeth. He pulled down her lower lip, voice growing stern. “Pouting will not improve your grades. You got a B because you deserved a B. Your grades aren’t part of our arrangement.”
Caroline groaned, shoulders deflating. His eyes fell to the top button of her white blouse, the top of her lacy cream colored bra almost visible. “I know,” she sighed unhappily. He unsnapped two of her buttons before her hand covered his, stopping him from reaching the third. “What can I do for extra credit?” she asked seriously, eyes imploring him to give her something.
Klaus sighed, his hands falling to her hips. They’d been seeing each other for three months since one thing had led to another after a heated debate about the American Revolution. She’d passionately argued that Hamilton was culturally significant enough to warrant playing in class. He’d disagreed, reminding her it was his classroom. She’d reminded him that it was her education and suggested he join the 21st century. He’d suggested she get on her knees and ask him nicely.
It shocked the hell out of him when she did.
Klaus had meant it figuratively, but when he saw her looking up at him from his office floor, he’d lost all sense of reason. She was a consenting adult and eight years wasn’t that big a difference, right? Besides, he was sure it was going to be a one time thing. Three months later, he’d given up that crazy notion and spent most of his days counting the minutes until 3:20 when she would come to his office in her white button-down blouse and green plaid skirt and get on her knees for him all over again.
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