Disclaimer: If this were mine Chloe and Lex would be together.
Author's Note: This is a semi-sequel to my other fic 'Taste in Men'. It is set 6 months to a year after the events in that story, Chloe and Lex have been dating since that night, but it's a secret. They are sleeping together, but I don't know how long for. Chloe is about 17 here, so Lex is 22. Although you don't need to have read that, please do, and review it because it makes me happy, and a happy author gives regular updates. I was viewing a house so I missed 'Reaper' tonight, thank God for Channel 4's Sunday repeat, ya gotta love 'em.
Hate To Say I Told You So.
Chapter 1: Happy as Larry.
The sun streamed into the room, bathing the occupants of the bed in a warm glow. The man was waking, and appeared more than happy to do so. His bedmate was more reluctant, wriggling down under the covers so only a tuft of blonde hair poked out the top.
"Wakey, wakey" Lex sing-songed.
"Get bent!" Came the muffled reply.
"Time for irritating reporters to get up." He said pulling off the covers.
"Then I'm allowed to sleep in."
"No, because you're a reporter who is currently irritating me, an 'irritating reporter' if you will." Lex then got out of the bed taking the covers across the room with him.
"I think it's time I was getting up." Came a very pouty Chloe's reply. She was kneeling in the middle of the huge bed wearing a pair of white short-style briefs and a little vest emblazoned with an upside down Nike tick and the phrase 'Just did it'. "But you just remember this, waking me up when you don't have coffee is an offence punishable by no sex."
"There's a phrase for that." Lex replied evenly.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, it's called 'cutting off your nose to spite your face.'"
Lex had moved back onto the bed and was advancing on Chloe in a very catlike manner. When he reached her, he pulled her down on the bed and they began kissing. He glanced at the clock.
"Shit, we have to stop or we'll be late."
"No we don't," Chloe replied, "we just need a change of venue." With that she wriggled out from under him and headed for the bathroom. After a second, Lex followed her.
When Chloe arrived at school that morning, she was looking surprisingly chipper. Pete and Clark both noticed.
"What's up Chloe?" Clark enquired.
"Nothing, why?"
"Because you look like a game show host on crack." Pete answered.
Lex was also in a good mood, unfortunately that was about to change.
"Mr. Luthor, a young lady to see you."
Assuming Chloe had cut classes, he said, "Show her in."
Without looking up he began to address her, "You know you really shouldn't cut classes."
"I didn't." Came the reply, the voice was English, she didn't have Victoria's elocution, but she wasn't as cockney as Sir Harry either.
"Sorry, I thought you were someone else." Lex apologised.
"Obviously, since we've never met." She replied in a tone that was just the right side of patronising.
"Lex Luthor," he stated, taking in the look she gave him he added, "but I suppose you know that, don't you?" He looked at her expectantly.
She moved across the room without speaking. This gave Lex a chance to assess her, she wore a trouser suit that was pure black and had a bright purple shirt against it, she had blonde hair, blue-green eyes, and pale skin. She also had matching bag and shoes, showing she had some sense of style. She sat in the chair opposite Lex, once she had set down her bag; she crossed her legs, not in a lady-like manner, but in a defensive way. She looked Lex straight in the eye and smiled.
"Catherine Cartwright." She announced.