Chapter 3
Lana's hand flew over her mouth. "Oh, Chloe! You look like a princess."
Chloe twirled in her dress. It was a light baby blue, with off-the- shoulder thick straps. The bodice laced up like a corset. Along the bottom was bead fringe with the tiniest clear blue beads. "Well, coming from the Fairy Princess herself, I'll take that as a compliment."
"Where did you get that dress?" Lana asked, reaching out to touch the smooth silk of the skirt.
"From a Princess store," Chloe teased with an evil grin. "I had it when I lived in Metropolis."
"But that was two years ago. How do you still fit in it?" Lana asked in amazement.
"Asked the girl who's been a size zero her whole life," Chloe replied with a laugh. "I eat right, exercise, and instead of vitamins I drink meteor veggie shakes."
Lana laughed this time. "Okay, okay. I get your point." Lana picked up the can of aerosol hair spray and moved to spray Chloe's hair.
Chloe quickly dodged out of the way. "If you spray one more miniscule amount of hairspray in my hair it will be so brittle it will snap off."
"Did you act like this when you got ready to go to the Spring Formal with Clark?" Lana asked, setting down the hair spray.
Chloe squinted at Lana. "Think about what you just said."
"Right. Clark. Nevermind," Lana replied, breaking into a grin.
Chloe opened her mouth to talk, but was interrupted by the doorbell. Lana shrieked. "He's here!!"
"First of all, no screaming. You're acting like a middle schooler on her way to her first 'mixer.' Second, you're not even going. Why are you so excited? Third, all this is is an interview preceded with a 'business affair.' Fourth, no one hears about you fixing my hair," Chloe said, holding up a finger with each thing on her list.
"Chloe, you're going on a date with Lex. Lex Luthor. The Lex Luthor. My boss Lex Luthor," Lana said, wringing her hands in excitement as the doorbell rang again.
Chloe pushed past Lana and began to walk to the front door. "Lana, when did you become so smitten with Lex? I'm going to a 'business affair.' The only reason I'm doing it is to get an interview. It was a sort of compromise. It is NOT a date."
"Then why aren't you wearing shoes?" Lana asked, hiding a smile behind her hand.
"Shit," Chloe muttered, jogging back to her room to get her clear slippers. She grabbed her small blue silk purse, and opened the door. She stopped short when she saw an unfamiliar man in coat and tails. "Can I help you?"
"Mr. Luthor sent me to bring Miss Sullivan to the mansion," the man said politely.
Lana shrieked again and Chloe shot her what can only be described as the Sullivan Glare of Death. Lana immediately closed her mouth. Without another word Chloe walked past her to the limo and climbed in when the chauffeur opened the door.
"He can't even spare the trouble of coming to pick me up?" Chloe asked herself. "Well, why would he? It's not a date. Right, Chloe. Not a date. Not. A. Date."
Chloe shifted in the sleek black interior of the limo, as she began to think. "Why am I trying to convince myself that this isn't a date? Of course it isn't. It's just a billionaire and a reporter having an interview. It's what will happen before the interview that makes me nervous. I'm Chloe Sullivan. Why am I nervous? Oh yeah, Lex Luthor, illustrious billionaire. Well."
Lana's hand flew over her mouth. "Oh, Chloe! You look like a princess."
Chloe twirled in her dress. It was a light baby blue, with off-the- shoulder thick straps. The bodice laced up like a corset. Along the bottom was bead fringe with the tiniest clear blue beads. "Well, coming from the Fairy Princess herself, I'll take that as a compliment."
"Where did you get that dress?" Lana asked, reaching out to touch the smooth silk of the skirt.
"From a Princess store," Chloe teased with an evil grin. "I had it when I lived in Metropolis."
"But that was two years ago. How do you still fit in it?" Lana asked in amazement.
"Asked the girl who's been a size zero her whole life," Chloe replied with a laugh. "I eat right, exercise, and instead of vitamins I drink meteor veggie shakes."
Lana laughed this time. "Okay, okay. I get your point." Lana picked up the can of aerosol hair spray and moved to spray Chloe's hair.
Chloe quickly dodged out of the way. "If you spray one more miniscule amount of hairspray in my hair it will be so brittle it will snap off."
"Did you act like this when you got ready to go to the Spring Formal with Clark?" Lana asked, setting down the hair spray.
Chloe squinted at Lana. "Think about what you just said."
"Right. Clark. Nevermind," Lana replied, breaking into a grin.
Chloe opened her mouth to talk, but was interrupted by the doorbell. Lana shrieked. "He's here!!"
"First of all, no screaming. You're acting like a middle schooler on her way to her first 'mixer.' Second, you're not even going. Why are you so excited? Third, all this is is an interview preceded with a 'business affair.' Fourth, no one hears about you fixing my hair," Chloe said, holding up a finger with each thing on her list.
"Chloe, you're going on a date with Lex. Lex Luthor. The Lex Luthor. My boss Lex Luthor," Lana said, wringing her hands in excitement as the doorbell rang again.
Chloe pushed past Lana and began to walk to the front door. "Lana, when did you become so smitten with Lex? I'm going to a 'business affair.' The only reason I'm doing it is to get an interview. It was a sort of compromise. It is NOT a date."
"Then why aren't you wearing shoes?" Lana asked, hiding a smile behind her hand.
"Shit," Chloe muttered, jogging back to her room to get her clear slippers. She grabbed her small blue silk purse, and opened the door. She stopped short when she saw an unfamiliar man in coat and tails. "Can I help you?"
"Mr. Luthor sent me to bring Miss Sullivan to the mansion," the man said politely.
Lana shrieked again and Chloe shot her what can only be described as the Sullivan Glare of Death. Lana immediately closed her mouth. Without another word Chloe walked past her to the limo and climbed in when the chauffeur opened the door.
"He can't even spare the trouble of coming to pick me up?" Chloe asked herself. "Well, why would he? It's not a date. Right, Chloe. Not a date. Not. A. Date."
Chloe shifted in the sleek black interior of the limo, as she began to think. "Why am I trying to convince myself that this isn't a date? Of course it isn't. It's just a billionaire and a reporter having an interview. It's what will happen before the interview that makes me nervous. I'm Chloe Sullivan. Why am I nervous? Oh yeah, Lex Luthor, illustrious billionaire. Well."