"Miss Lane, thank you so much for joining me this evening."
This man, who I was getting nothing but bad signals from, had tempted me here with win and a look into the mind of Clark Kent.
Guilty could not describe how I was feeling right there and then, freighted was more like it.
(of those eyes that were busy eating me alive)
This dinner of his, filled with food and wine that this medium-wage worker couldn't even dream of, was a sort of thank you for saving his life.
(even if I only did half the saving then had to be saved myself_
"No problem, Zod, I'm just glad you're feeling better."
The way he was moving around, pulling back chairs like a gentleman, it was as if he had not been shot at all.
"And that is thanks to you, Lois, I wouldn't be here otherwise."
Even with Clark's warning fresh in my head I could not help but fall head over heels into that inviting smile of his.
"It was nothing, anyone would have stayed with you."
Before I knew it his hand was engulfing mine and that smile of his was growing.
"I'm just lucky you were there with me, Lois."
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"How was the dinner?"
My hand was still tingling, along with a fog over my brain because of the one too many drinks I had (after his lips had almost taken mine), and a feeling of guilt that was being buried deep inside.
(as memories of another woman's lips on Clark's came flooding up)
"Eye opening, Smallville. Don't worry your pretty little head nothing about you just making friends in high places."
(and this friend was one of the dangerous kind both for our relationship and his very life)