Down There 4


Chloe woke up with the sneaking suspicion something was missing. She had slept better than she had in weeks, but the warmth that enveloped her for most of the night was definitely gone. She felt numb when she thought of her illness, but her body was sore, and that reminded her of what else had happened last night. She bolted up in bed and smiled. Lex was pacing around the room shirtless in his oversized pajama bottoms, talking into his cell phone.

“Did you or did you not say I could run this plant however I saw fit?”

“It’s been turning a profit for two years straight and people are happy, they’re working better. That works out for us.”

“The answer is no.”

“I’m thinking long term and my plan works better. I’ll fax you the projections.”

“Fine. You’re on.”

Lex sighed loudly and put the phone away.

“Lex?”

“Chloe,” he smiled. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“I don’t think so. What time is it?”

“Time for breakfast.”

“You made sandwiches last night, so now it’s my turn. Omelets or crępes?”

“My staff is back. Breakfast for two should be here in about 5 minutes.”

“They’ll see me here, Lex. Is that a problem?”

“Yes and no.”

“And why is that?”

“The age of consent is Kansas 14 if you’re married, 16 if you’re single. So we’re off the hook in that aspect.”

“You’ve looked up the age of consent?”

“For every state I’ve been in, since I turned 18,” he said matter-of-factedely. “You know, there’s a web site.”

“Okay.”

“The problem is that at least one of my employees is reporting my every move to my father.”

“I’m trying not to pry, because I really can curb my curiosity, but I did overhear the phone call… So what’s bothering you?”

“Believe me. If he knew I had a real friend, with no apparent ulterior motives, on my part that is…”

“You’re not allowed to have friends?”

“Let’s just say it is frowned upon. Don’t get emotionally involved with anyone and assume everyone has an agenda. That’s how Luthors are meant to live.”

“And your mother?”

“Died.”

“I know, but did she, did he…”

“Love her?”

“Um-huh.”

“I thought he did.”

The honesty in his eyes almost knocked Chloe over. He hadn’t lied to her yet, and he wasn’t lying to her now. It seems both of them had the other acting out of character… or was that in (real) character? It was so bizarre, the morning after. What was she supposed to do? He said they were friends. She believed him. She was comfortable here with him, although she felt groggy from sleep- which tended to stump conversation. Was she being a naďve little girl in thinking that he respected her and they could both be adults about the situation they found themselves in? And did them being friends mean that she could walk over to him and kiss his exposed chest?

That last thought had Chloe licking her lips and un-buttoning the top of an all of a sudden confining pyjama. She realized she was being a tad obvious when she saw Lex staring at her with a knowing smirk. She took a breath and decided not to dwell.

“So what do we do when whoever comes in here? Should I hide?”

“No, don’t do that. They already know someone’s here... I was hoping to determine, who if anyone is on my father’s payroll. It’s simple, really. This women named Margarita helped take care of me when I was a child, and she is completely loyal. She comes in on the weekends to check up on me, even though she’s officially retired. She should be bringing the breakfast. If someone else comes, I’ll know they heard I wasn’t alone and arranged to come get a look.”

“What can I do?”

“Play the wounded girl. Act like you were used, that way-”

“They’ll think you’re back to your old self.”

“That seems to be the best idea. Do you mind?”

“I’ll try.”

Lex heard the elevator door open and a tray wheeled out. Chloe started pacing in front of Lex’s desk, biting her nails.

A women in her thirties opened the door.

“Breakfast.”

Lex waved the women in without giving her a second glance.

“Come in. Has Margarita taken the day off?”

“No, she is here. I thought since the women takes on so much the least I could do was take over wheeling this cart.”

“That was thoughtful, ” he said flatly, opening and plugging the laptop he had gotten out of his room earlier and turning it on.

“Now if you excuse us.”

“Certainly Mr. Luthor, Miss…”

“She’s nobody Linda. Now clear out, I have work to do.”

Chloe huffed in mock outrage. “Did you just say what I think you said?”

“Yes, what of it?”

“I am not a- a- a- a- cheap ho. You can’t treat me like this.”

“You can stay for breakfast if you promise to shut up. Maybe I’ll even let you suck my dick later,” said the bald man, making it sound like it was a huge privilege.

“Okay,” Chloe agreed, thinking ditzy.

“Okay, then.,” he addressed Chloe. “Linda, are you still here?”

“Sorry Mr. Luthor. Good day.” She said closing the door behind her.

They waited a minute, and when their eyes locked they burst out laughing.

“I am not a a a cheap ho? You could have given a guy a little warning.”

“Well, we talked about cheap ho’s yesterday, so that’s what came out. I’m not an actress. Anyway, what about what you said? You freak. ‘Maybe I’ll let you suck my dick later?’ You’re horrible.”

“You said okay.”

“Well, what the hell else was I supposed to say? No? I would have had to leave and I’m hungry.”

“Good; so am I. Take off your clothes,” he said, eying her like she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

She found that flattering, considering the bed-head and the plaid pajama top that fell above her knee. The problem was, her stomach was rumbling and the food smelled spectacular.

“Lex, I’m really hungry.”

“Okay,” he acquiesced, walking over to her and taking her hands in his. “Can I kiss you?”

“Only if you keep your mouth closed.”

“Oh, you have morning breath?”

“Me? You do.”

“Ugh,” he kissed her, closed mouthed. “So, good morning.”

“Good morning Lex.”

“What are you going to do today?” He asked, pulling up a chair for her and sitting down to eat himself.

“Well, I guess I should swing by doctor Tyler’s house. I don’t think he’ll mind if I don’t wait until Monday.”

“I’ll drive you.”

“You have work to do.”

“So?”

“So a cold hearted bastard like yourself would never drive the cheap ho anywhere. Maybe have her unceremoniously dropped off at the city limits, but that’s about it.”

“Okay, so, I call you a taxi. You go. I tell the staff I have to go to Gotham for an emergency shareholders meeting of Wayne enterprises and give them the weekend off.”

“It sounds awfully complicated.”

“Not really, there are only three of us who own any shares in that company and both of them would back my claim. Plus we get more ‘us’ time.”

“That sounds okay.”

“So you’ll spend the weekend with me?”

“Just let me get some clothes from my house.”

Lex Luthor was worried about how good it felt to have such a domestic conversation. Overriding the worry was the knowledge that he was going to have Chloe Sullivan to himself for at least another night.

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