A/N: You guys are crazy! Fifteen reviews in one day, I've gotta tell ya, I love each and every one of you!

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This is Chloe's POV because a lot of you wanted me to get in her head too. Plus, it's so much fun! There will be talk of green rocks, ponies, and gothic novels. If you don't like it, don't read. Hell, just review! Even if it sucks, just review!



God only knows why I took this job. No wait, I know why. It would take very long if I told you exactly why (I would be forced to tell you my aliens in the dungeon theory, trust me, too too long for anyone. Even myself. Which brings up another point, why did I think up my aliens in the dungeon theory? I don't know. I'll stick to glowy green rocks…) anyways, I'm back from my tangent. The reason I took this job? To get the inside scoop on the real life of Lex Luthor. And just to get some extra cash.

It's always a nice incentive that one.

It was weird at first. Each time I answered the phone, I wanted to say "Sally Anne's Wholesale whore house, two for one special on blondes," but this being business and not my own personal gag line, I had to say, somewhat demurely, "Luthor Corp, the office of Lex Luthor, how may I help you?"

Once I added a "is this business or pleasure?" of course accenting the pleasure a little too much for Lex's somewhat reserved taste. He gave me the patent eyebrow raise, coupled with a very good disapproving look, which worked quite well. I was a little frightened about getting fired (only later to find out the reason Madeline had been fired was for saying something along those lines…)

But Lex smirked after, only a hint of a dimple showing, which was really a disappointment; because he has the most magnificent dimples I have ever seen. He has the most fantastic smile I have ever seen. On par with Clark's or better. Lex smirked, still with the eyebrow thing, and said very Lex like, "I have a personal line for that sort of thing Chloe, if you go spreading it around, my business line will be filled with those kinds of calls and not business calls."

My eyes probably widened, and he smiled his first real smile I had ever seen of him.

Wham. Bang. Kapow. He unleashed that masterful piece of work, and I felt like the wind was taken out of me. Absolutely breathless. Simply gorgeous. Adonis sexy. Like it a cloudy day, when everything is hazy and grey and dull, and then a beam of sunlight breaks through the clouds. I don't know anyway else to explain it. It was contagious, and I had to smile.

His eyes crinkled at that, and it made me want to hug him, which is surprising, in the least, considering he has this whole foreboding, dangerous, corporate take-over attitude. But I did.

Strange. What is you ask? Everything about that Man is off. Not a bad off, just a 'not what I expected' off.

I did eventually have my fun though. I had to do something, so I thought why not put a little thing on his to do list that I fax over every morning? It was taking a chance, but from the way he reacted around the phone call, I didn't think he'd be mad.

It may seem as though we were at least somewhat close at the beginning. Not true. Not true in the least. I still called him Mr. Luthor, and he still called me Miss Sullivan. I did my best to remain formal. I thought that that was what I was supposed to do. Guess not. Didn't matter though, that dream shattered quickly after the first week.

I found him reading an L.J. Smith book. Gothic fiction. You know, Vampires, Witches, Werewolves and all other classifications of Undead thereof?

I remember nearly dropping my ever present pen at the sight of him so engrossed in a book like that. I knew he read, how else would he be so smart? But an L.J Smith is not exactly considered classic ready for a business tycoon. I expected Niche, or something along those lines. Shakespeare, maybe. It just didn't seem like Lex to me. So I pointed it out. Little do many people know, I'm a gothic fiction nut. I've only revealed this secret passion of mine to one other person (Clark) and my father doesn't even know. I find embarrassing, don't know why.

I said to him, "Lex Luthor. Gothic fiction. I never thought I'd see the day. Make a good article," Of course my intrigued smile was on, and I could almost see him sweat. No outward change of expression, he's to stoic for that, no, only his eyes held a flicker of worry.

"I won't Lex. I mean Mr. Luthor, No article. Scouts honor," Making a mock salute to him. I couldn't resist. This was probably strange for him, me just being all up and Chloe-like. That's what Clark calls it. I don't get it.

Lex lifted an eyebrow again, and his lips turned up at the corners, "Were you ever in scouts Miss Sullivan?" He asked, "And by the way, call me Lex. Every time you say Mr. Luthor it reminds me of my father."

I shrugged. "I could have been in scouts. I was in brownies for a year, if that counts at all, Mr, I mean Lex,"

He looked as if his cheeks had just flushed a little pink. Then he leaned in as if expecting to tell me a very secret secret.

"If you don't tell I wont," He stated, pointing to the 'Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter' book, that just so happened to be unfortunately poking out of my bag at that moment.

"Your evil Luthor. Pure evil."

"I try,"