Author's Notes: I didn't originally plan to continue this fic, but being told that I was very cruel to leave it off where I did, here's a second chapter with chlexy goodness. Hope you like it.

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 If you asked me if I thought it was possible to experience two epiphanies in one night, I would have looked at you like you just told me that Smallville was a normal town. But now, with Lex standing here in front of me (and shirtless, mind you), I just may have been made a believer.

 It only took a second for Lex's shock to wear off before demanding what the hell I was doing. Can't blame him really. I mean, it's not every day you find a girl in your closet. Well, with Lex, you can never be sure. Who knows how many times he's had girls in his office late at night. Stopping myself before my thoughts drift to the gutter again, I lean against the doorframe and try to act nonchalant, like it was a perfectly normal thing to be here.

 "Hey, Lex, what's goin' on?"

 He just crosses his well-toned arms (what? I'm just observant!), all the while staring me down. Damn, he looks mightily pissed off. And very sexy. I conclude that he should be shirtless and pissed off more often. Does anyone object? Didn't think so.

 "Um, I was just… looking for… my coat!" I finished rather lamely. I flash him one of my trademark grins; the kind of grin I use at school or with my father to get off the hook.

 "Really? In my closet?" He looks more amused than pissed off now, which I take as a good sign. His blonde lady friend, on the other hand, doesn't look too pleased at this sudden interruption.

 "Lex, darling, can't you just be rid of her? I'm getting quite bored," the mystery woman sighs while looking condescendingly at me. I decide to instantly hate her. Bitch.

 "Actually, Cecile, I have some work to do," Lex coolly replies, taking his eyes off of me and glancing towards his desk. "I'm sure you understand."

 Cecile just straightens out her skirt and struts out without a word. I start to feel relieved, thinking that Lex would just dismiss me too on account of being busy with work. With my luck, maybe he'll just forget all about this little incident. If things go well, I might even get the interview I've wanted! Now all I have to do is make it home before he fires me from the Inquisitor.

 "Well, it's been fun, but I'll just be heading out…" I say awkwardly while stepping out of the closet.

 I move to leave the room, but Lex quickly blocks my path with his arm against the wall. I know I should be a little intimidated, but it's hard when his body is mere inches from mine. And he's shirtless. Did I mention that?

 "So what really brings you here tonight Miss Sullivan?" Lex looks down at me.

 If I didn't know any better, I'd say that Lex was quite enjoying watching me squirm. Well, two can play this game.

 I look him right in the eyes and give him a sly smile.

 "Well, if you must know…" I lean in closer towards him while still keeping a fair distance between us. "I thought I'd wait here for you tonight."

 "In the closet?" He quirks up an eyebrow, looking doubtful yet intrigued.

 "There was a 'misunderstanding' and I accidentally got locked in there." I explain while putting on my best innocent face and batting my eyelashes. Something I learned from the angelic Lana, of course. Not once have I ever seen that girl get in trouble. But then again, she would never have gotten herself locked in Lex's closet.

 "I see. Well, I'm here now. What do you want?"

 'I want you,' I think to myself, and hope that I didn't say it aloud.

 "I want… um, to tell you…" I stutter instead.

 Lex slowly moves closer to me. "Yes?" He prods while smirking, and it becomes perfectly clear that he knows the effect he has on me right now. Bastard.

 I decide at this very moment that here's my chance to get even for earlier. Plan B is now official. Closing the distance between us, I brush up ever-so-slightly against him.

 "I wanted to tell you that I really really want…" I seductively whisper while gripping his navy tie. Was it my imagination, or did he just lick his lips?

 "You want what Chloe?"

 I'm taken back by how husky his voice sounds, but quickly recover. No way would I let him win this one. I lean my mouth towards his ear and blow.

 "I want… No, I need…"

 He makes a low noise in the back of his throat, and I smile triumphantly.

 "…an interview."