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Ch. 3

The Spawn of Satan

Walking down the halls of Smallville Highschool, Chloe couldn't help but notice the amount of stares and whispers that were aimed toward her. Was there something on her face. She instinctively raised her hand to rub on her cheeks, the bridge of her nose and her forehead. 'Nothing there. I hope I don't have a booger in my nose.' She quickened her pace and made her way to the Torch office.

"Solitude, at last," she said as she closed the door behind her and turned on the lights.

"Not exactly, Miss Sullivan," said a bald man in a black suit and a deep purple silk shirt.

She huffed loudly. 'Mr. Luthor isn't paying me enough for this.' "So we're back to that, huh?" she asked as she put her things on the desk where Lex happened to be sitting.

"Back to what exactly?" he asked intriguingly.

"This Miss Sullivan and Mr. Luthor business?"

"Oh yes, forgive me Chloe."

"Hmm. To what do I owe the pleasure?" she asked taking a seat in the chair below him as she looked up into his eyes.

"Well is it a crime to visit my business associates?"

"Correction, Lex. I work for your Father, not for you," she quipped.

"Which is exactly what I came here to talk to you about," he stated and stared at her intently waiting for a response. Beneath his gaze, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. 'You've still got it Lex.'

"Well, I am listening," she said, tired of being underneath his gaze. 'I wish he would look at me like that for other reasons. Uh, wait I didn't just think that. He's old and bald. Okay so maybe his head is a little sexy and his voice certainly sends chills up my spine. And those hands I could certainly imagine him touching my-'

"Chloe," he spoke loudly, jolting her from her thoughts.

"Sorry," she blushed. "Spaced out, what were you saying?"

"I was saying that your research capabilities could be very beneficial to Lexcorp."

"Oh, please Lex, you only want me because your father has me and it only hurts your ego when your father has something you don't," she said, smirking.

"I would certainly not hope that my Father has you. At least not in the sense I'm referring to."

"You know what I mean," she said, deciding to ignore his previous comment. She already had many things on her mind and the fact that Lex Luthor could possibly be flirting with her is a very unnerving thought on its own. "You don't just want me for that reason," she said getting up from her seat and moving to warm up the printer.

"You have no idea the things I might want you for," he mumbled.

"What was that Lex?" she asked.

"Nothing at all, Chloe," he said, "but you are right, the information you have on Clark interests me as well."

She turned around and eyed him suspiciously. "Wasn't it just you a couple days ago telling me that me snooping around Clark's past was morally wrong?"

"I don't recall using those exact words Chloe. But, in a fashion, yes I did say those things."

"Then why the sudden change of heart?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, Chloe," he began, standing from the desk and walking toward her, " I still think it's 'morally wrong' as you put it, but nonetheless I'm still interested."

"Well, aren't you just your father's son, you little spawn of Satan," she quipped walking up to him. She was but an inch away from him as she licked her lips, that all of a sudden, along with the rest her body, became extremely dry.

"Oh, we Luthor's know right from wrong, most the time we just choose to throw all morals and ethics out of our thousand dollar windows," he said, almost gasping as her little pink tongue poked out of those plump rose colored little lips of hers. 'Why is she stepping closer? She's far too close as it is.'

To Chloe, Lex seemed slightly unnerved by her closeness to him. She enjoyed the look of confusion on his face. He seemed as though he was deciding what he should do with himself. 'Well I'll show you how not just Luthor's can throw morals and ethics out of the window.'

She walked closer to Lex, as he himself stood there looking in to her eyes. His hands were balled up into fists at his sides as if he was trying to keep his hands from doing something they would regret. 'Keep cool Lex, she's your plant manager's teenage daughter.'

She leaned toward and brushed her lips gently against his left earlobe, and felt his body shift; he had put his hands in his pockets. "Tell me Lex," she whispered into his ear, "what did you have in mind?"

He could tell by the overly sensuous way she said it, that she was playing games with him. He smirked softly. 'Two can play that game.' He slowly lifted his hands from his pockets and wrapped them securely around her waist. 'So little,' he thought, 'I could break her in half.' Her breath hitched as she felt his hands just above her backside and she almost sputtered as he pulled her forward toward his chest. Her nostrils were filled with the scent of honey and spice, a sensuous cologne, and something wonderfully unique that was Lex Luthor.

"I'm opened to whatever you had in mind," he said huskily.

Slowly this was becoming less of a game and more of a struggle, as he heard her gasp when he pulled her close. He was quickly drowning in her scent, something undesirably sweet, like honey, cinnamon and strawberries. He wondered if she tasted the same.

His lips fell gently onto her neck as he lifted her chin with the movement of his head. "I was thinking of a secret little alliance between the two of us," he breathed onto her neck as Chloe gripped his shoulders and swallowed loudly. As her neck moved, Lex had to fight the overwhelming desire to let his tongue sweep across, her soft, pearly skin. He could in his mind already imagine how she would taste; strawberries and champagne.

"Lex…" she breathed so lightly that it could have been mistaken for a moan. Her body was on fire. There was some unimaginable heat growing in between her legs. She knew she should push away, but he was holding her so tightly, his breath was so warm on her neck, she felt almost as if she was drowning. "Lex, please…"

He wasn't quite sure what he was she was asking him to do. Whether she was asking him to take that next step or to stop, he did not know. Unsatisfied with the latter, he opened his mouth and suckled gently on the right side of her neck.

He was right, she tasted of strawberries and champagne.

She sucked in air quickly as she felt his hot lips encircle her neck. Her arms gripped his shoulders tighter as his tongue danced erotically on the most sensitive regions of her neck. All her mind kept telling her to do was breathe. She felt as thought she was suffocating, she wanted to taste him so badly. She wanted to touch him, to feel him in a way she had never wanted a man before. What she wanted was more, more, more….

Something sounded loudly in her ears, as Lex released her abruptly. The school bell had rang initiating classes. 'Damn this school and its stupid bells.' Her eyes were still closed, and her lips parted in a round position. Lex envisioned that this was the way she would look if he were on top of her pounding into her hot depths as if the world would end if they ceased. At the thought, he felt a very intense sensation shoot up his groin.

When the Torch door opened abruptly, Chloe was quickly shaken away from her thoughts and she opened her eyes only to be welcomed with an intense stare from Lex.

"Hey, Chloe I have that sports article for y-" Pete began, his arms clenching into fists, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Breaking the tense gaze that passed between himself and Chloe he said, "Actually I was just leaving, Mr. Ross. Think about what I said, Miss Sullivan," he said looking at her pointedly. 'That's right Lex back to business mode.' "Good day to you both," he said, extracting a file from his suit jacket and placing it on Chloe's desk. Pushing past Pete, he exited the Torch office.

"Now, time for a very cold shower," Lex said, speaking to the silence.