Part 4 The Green in His Cheeks
The files would synchronize for hours. Chloe sat back in her chair and watched the play of reactions on his face. Lex sat on the student's consultation chair in front of her and was checking figures with his accountant on the cellphone. While she waited for him to finish his business, she browsed through the manual of her brand new laptop, a first month gift from her extremely generous boyfriend.
"I thought you'd never get off," she told him when he flipped his phone close. "I was beginning to rot here."
He smirked at her words. "And wasn't I the one who got ignored for the last hour while you squealed over and petted your new toy?"
"I am offended that you're offended!" she gasped teasingly. "You should be glad that I appreciate your offering."
He stood up and brushed his pants off. Chloe winced at the sight of chalk dust spattered on his immaculate Armani. He leaned forward and brushed a kiss across her lips. "I am. Especially because I know you'll thank me in length tonight."
Chloe's eyes dropped to the computer screen again, and she hoped that the light would hide her blush. But when she caught his meaning, she glanced back up at him. "You're leaving? You only just arrived!" she said, her heart sinking.
"I have to," he explained by way of an apology. "Some figures don't match and I have to clear it up. My dad doesn't trust that I'm not planning on taking the reins myself. He's continually paranoid that I want to take this all for myself."
She smiled at him, half in amusement. "And don't you?"
"The question is, 'will I?' I've wanted to throw him to the dogs since I was twenty, Chloe. But I'm content with what I have now. I have no immediate plans of bringing down the emperor," he told her with a twinkle in his eye.
Chloe looped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. "Stay," she breathed on his lips.
"You have class," he murmured in between her playful nips of his lower lip. "And I have to work."
"I'll skip class if you'll skip work. You can't possibly prefer Mr. Wells to this." She slithered up from her chair, pressing her breasts against his chest. "It's a milestone for us."
"Shame on you, Ms Sullivan," he replied thickly. "You're not doing this in your office. What would your students say?"
"As far as they're concerned," she told him, grinning widely, "Ms Sullivan is that cold American woman. But you, Mr Luthor, are not in my class list. I can abuse you." She pushed him away slightly and walked around the table, stopping a few feet in front of him. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her skirt and she pushed it down her hips and let go, until the tiger print cloth lay in a pool at her feet. "Celebrate with me?"
"Chloe," he protested hesitantly, "my accountant is waiting in my office."
She stuck out her lip in mock petulance. "Forty five year old man who wants to do arithmetic." She placed her foot on the chair and started peeling off her clear stocking. "Twenty three year old woman who just wants you." Chloe sighed and fluttered her lashes at him. "What a hard choice, Lex!"
Lex watched through half-hooded eyelids as she swayed her hips like honey in a clear glass. "I'll pick you up in three hours," he said thickly.
"Pick me up now."
"I'll pick you up in-" Chloe walked right in front of him in her matching lace underwear. She ran her fingertips over his necktie and tugged on it. And then she pulled down forcefully, bringing his mouth crashing down into hers. He groaned. "Fuck Wells."
"No, Lex," she whispered. "Me."
"Chlo, you're going to be the death of me," he complained half-heartedly before grabbing her waist in his hands.
~~
Chloe sighed and burrowed deeper in her office couch, reluctant to move. Her entire body was languid. There was an incessant knock on the door that was probably a student who needs to consult. She wondered if he would go away if she pretended not to be there.
The knocking did not stop. "I know you're in there, Chloe. Saw you come in with my brother earlier. He's left and you're still there. Open up!"
Her eyes slammed open and she sat up. Lex could come back. In soap operas, they happened that way. She looked around for any item of his that he could have left. Instead of hunting, she realized she should be pulling Lucas out of the area where Lex could see him.
Chloe hurriedly grabbed her skirt and fastened it. She inserted her arms into the sleeves of her blouse and pulled it closed. She spotted her panties caught under the leg of the chair and picked it up. She looked around for her bra and saw it hanging from the top bookshelf. She stifled her grin at the sight. Lex could be pretty frisky when you get him in the mood. She hopped up and down several times before she finally snagged it.
She reached for the knob and pulled Lucas into the room. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?" she demanded.
"Shouldn't you?"
"I was filing some papers. I have to return students' works within two weeks remember? University rule," she threw over her shoulder, certain that Lucas had not read any handbooks and would therefore have no way of finding out whether or not she was telling the truth.
The youngest Luthor nodded and pulled the extra chair, turned it around and straddled it. "Use that excuse on me when my brother hasn't just gone out with his tie in his hand."
Chloe took some of her papers and placed them in her folder. "He loosened it before he fell asleep and since he was late, he didn't have time to put it back on properly." She went to the door. "Shall we?"
"Oh Ms Sullivan."
She turned around and glared at Lucas in exasperation. Sometimes she hated Lionel for more than just the job he gave her in exchange for her father's medical treatment. Did he really have to foist Lucas the immature spy on her as well? "What, Lucas? I'm running late."
"Well." He gave her a smirk that was too like Lex that she couldn't stay irritated with him for long. "You wouldn't want to come to class with your blouse buttoned all wrong. I'm guessing you loosened it as well so Lex won't feel too informal when he took off his tie," he delivered blandly. At Chloe's hot flush, he walked past her. "Since you'll take a few more minutes fixing up, I'll go ahead and tell your class you'll be a while more."
Chloe's hands automatically undid the buttons of her blouse, and she gave a shriek when her office door swung open again. "What!"
"I forgot to tell you. Dad will want to talk to you."
"Why? It's not time for my report yet!"
"Yeah I know. But I may have let slip that you're sleeping with my brother." He shrugged irreverently. Lucas hurriedly closed the door before the thud on the wood indicated that the shoe made its way to where his face had been. He whistled his way to class, remembering how the skin of her chest gleamed in the muted sunlight filtering into her room. Lex had it so damn good.
The files would synchronize for hours. Chloe sat back in her chair and watched the play of reactions on his face. Lex sat on the student's consultation chair in front of her and was checking figures with his accountant on the cellphone. While she waited for him to finish his business, she browsed through the manual of her brand new laptop, a first month gift from her extremely generous boyfriend.
"I thought you'd never get off," she told him when he flipped his phone close. "I was beginning to rot here."
He smirked at her words. "And wasn't I the one who got ignored for the last hour while you squealed over and petted your new toy?"
"I am offended that you're offended!" she gasped teasingly. "You should be glad that I appreciate your offering."
He stood up and brushed his pants off. Chloe winced at the sight of chalk dust spattered on his immaculate Armani. He leaned forward and brushed a kiss across her lips. "I am. Especially because I know you'll thank me in length tonight."
Chloe's eyes dropped to the computer screen again, and she hoped that the light would hide her blush. But when she caught his meaning, she glanced back up at him. "You're leaving? You only just arrived!" she said, her heart sinking.
"I have to," he explained by way of an apology. "Some figures don't match and I have to clear it up. My dad doesn't trust that I'm not planning on taking the reins myself. He's continually paranoid that I want to take this all for myself."
She smiled at him, half in amusement. "And don't you?"
"The question is, 'will I?' I've wanted to throw him to the dogs since I was twenty, Chloe. But I'm content with what I have now. I have no immediate plans of bringing down the emperor," he told her with a twinkle in his eye.
Chloe looped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. "Stay," she breathed on his lips.
"You have class," he murmured in between her playful nips of his lower lip. "And I have to work."
"I'll skip class if you'll skip work. You can't possibly prefer Mr. Wells to this." She slithered up from her chair, pressing her breasts against his chest. "It's a milestone for us."
"Shame on you, Ms Sullivan," he replied thickly. "You're not doing this in your office. What would your students say?"
"As far as they're concerned," she told him, grinning widely, "Ms Sullivan is that cold American woman. But you, Mr Luthor, are not in my class list. I can abuse you." She pushed him away slightly and walked around the table, stopping a few feet in front of him. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her skirt and she pushed it down her hips and let go, until the tiger print cloth lay in a pool at her feet. "Celebrate with me?"
"Chloe," he protested hesitantly, "my accountant is waiting in my office."
She stuck out her lip in mock petulance. "Forty five year old man who wants to do arithmetic." She placed her foot on the chair and started peeling off her clear stocking. "Twenty three year old woman who just wants you." Chloe sighed and fluttered her lashes at him. "What a hard choice, Lex!"
Lex watched through half-hooded eyelids as she swayed her hips like honey in a clear glass. "I'll pick you up in three hours," he said thickly.
"Pick me up now."
"I'll pick you up in-" Chloe walked right in front of him in her matching lace underwear. She ran her fingertips over his necktie and tugged on it. And then she pulled down forcefully, bringing his mouth crashing down into hers. He groaned. "Fuck Wells."
"No, Lex," she whispered. "Me."
"Chlo, you're going to be the death of me," he complained half-heartedly before grabbing her waist in his hands.
~~
Chloe sighed and burrowed deeper in her office couch, reluctant to move. Her entire body was languid. There was an incessant knock on the door that was probably a student who needs to consult. She wondered if he would go away if she pretended not to be there.
The knocking did not stop. "I know you're in there, Chloe. Saw you come in with my brother earlier. He's left and you're still there. Open up!"
Her eyes slammed open and she sat up. Lex could come back. In soap operas, they happened that way. She looked around for any item of his that he could have left. Instead of hunting, she realized she should be pulling Lucas out of the area where Lex could see him.
Chloe hurriedly grabbed her skirt and fastened it. She inserted her arms into the sleeves of her blouse and pulled it closed. She spotted her panties caught under the leg of the chair and picked it up. She looked around for her bra and saw it hanging from the top bookshelf. She stifled her grin at the sight. Lex could be pretty frisky when you get him in the mood. She hopped up and down several times before she finally snagged it.
She reached for the knob and pulled Lucas into the room. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?" she demanded.
"Shouldn't you?"
"I was filing some papers. I have to return students' works within two weeks remember? University rule," she threw over her shoulder, certain that Lucas had not read any handbooks and would therefore have no way of finding out whether or not she was telling the truth.
The youngest Luthor nodded and pulled the extra chair, turned it around and straddled it. "Use that excuse on me when my brother hasn't just gone out with his tie in his hand."
Chloe took some of her papers and placed them in her folder. "He loosened it before he fell asleep and since he was late, he didn't have time to put it back on properly." She went to the door. "Shall we?"
"Oh Ms Sullivan."
She turned around and glared at Lucas in exasperation. Sometimes she hated Lionel for more than just the job he gave her in exchange for her father's medical treatment. Did he really have to foist Lucas the immature spy on her as well? "What, Lucas? I'm running late."
"Well." He gave her a smirk that was too like Lex that she couldn't stay irritated with him for long. "You wouldn't want to come to class with your blouse buttoned all wrong. I'm guessing you loosened it as well so Lex won't feel too informal when he took off his tie," he delivered blandly. At Chloe's hot flush, he walked past her. "Since you'll take a few more minutes fixing up, I'll go ahead and tell your class you'll be a while more."
Chloe's hands automatically undid the buttons of her blouse, and she gave a shriek when her office door swung open again. "What!"
"I forgot to tell you. Dad will want to talk to you."
"Why? It's not time for my report yet!"
"Yeah I know. But I may have let slip that you're sleeping with my brother." He shrugged irreverently. Lucas hurriedly closed the door before the thud on the wood indicated that the shoe made its way to where his face had been. He whistled his way to class, remembering how the skin of her chest gleamed in the muted sunlight filtering into her room. Lex had it so damn good.