Riding in the plush limo, Chloe felt a growing excitement in the pit of her stomach. She had no idea what plans Lex had made, what lay in store. But Lex Luthor was not a man to do things by halves.

He had made good his promise to dress her for 'outdoor activities', as she had put it earlier. Well, almost. She still wore the skinny denim jeans but had exchanged her lilac chiffon top for something very different…

After breakfast Lex had invited her upstairs. To his bedroom. Chloe's heart skipped twelve beats at the suggestion, her mouth so dry she could manage a polite, if nervous, nod in response.

His room was surprisingly old fashioned – understated even. Dark wood panelling covered the walls and heavy burgundy drapes framed the tall windows. Chloe marvelled at the size of the place. It was truly the biggest bedroom she'd ever been in. not that she'd been in many.

The thing that struck her though, was the lack of personality. The room was perfect, like a showroom, and like a showroom it lacked any human touches. The only concession to the fact that someone actually lived in that room was a single photo frame beside the bed. It was angled and she couldn't see whose image it held. But that was it.

Chloe thought of her own room, of the photographs that littered her desk and the clippings that cluttered the walls. The little presents that she had been given over the years – a paperweight from Pete's trip to Hawaii, the heart shaped pebble she had found when she was 13 and so sure she was going to grow up and marry Clark Kent… But Lex's room was bare, save the frame and a large leafy plant in the corner.

She found it odd that he could bear to live in a room so impersonal, so without character. Then it struck her. He must be so lonely, and the sadness of her thought must have shown on her face, because Lex looked at her strangely.

"What are you thinking?" She was quiet for a moment, didn't want to offend the man who had shown her so much kindness. She was still in shock that the man who had everything, been everywhere, done everything, was alone. That he really was the poor little rich boy of urban legend.

"I was just comparing your room to mine. I mean, apart from the size… I'm a total hoarder; everything anyone ever gave me is there, on my desk, on the walls. This is immaculate."

He smiled, but there was a sadness in his eyes as he did so. He turned and walked to his bedroom cabinet, to the photo frame. He picked it up and retraced his steps.

"Here." He handed it to her.

Chloe reached out and took the glass frame. Inside was a picture of a middle aged woman, smiling at something – someone perhaps? – just out of shot.

"She's beautiful."

"She was my mother."

Chloe smiled wryly.

"What? He asked, confused.

"It's just, the only picture you have on show is your mothers. And of all the photo's I have up in my bedroom, that's the only one that's missing."

Their eyes met and it was if an understanding passed between them at that moment. She coloured, embarrassed at her uncharacteristic outpouring. Her mother was not a subject she liked to dwell on, especially publicly. She broke the silence.

"So about the costume change…"

"Yes." He too seemed relieved to take the conversation away from absent maternal figures. He opened a door and walked into a huge closet. Chloe followed him in and had to stifle a gasp at the sheer scale of the thing.

"That's a lot of shoes for one man," she said, staring in awe at the collection that took up a whole wall. He smiled I response, a mixture of pride and possibly embarrassment, and surveyed the clothing rails before him.

"And this really is very kind of you, but I don't think I'd suit a tux." He turned to her.

"You know, you aren't the most responsive of women I've ever had in my bedroom." The glint in his eye told her he was keeping the mood light, but the very thought of some other girl… woman, in his bedroom. It actually made her skin crawl.

He picked out something from the rail, but his body shielded her view. Not that she minded. It was a very nice body. He turned around and saw what he was holding and felt her pulse increase. Wordlessly he handed it to her and as he did his fingertips brushed hers. Chloe swallowed and swore the sound echoed through the room.

"It's not going to make the cover of Vogue, but it's just for now."

"Its perfect, really."

He smiled.

"Good."

They stood opposite each other for a moment, just watching each other. Chloe spoke first.

"I'm going to put this on." She gestured to the door. "I'll meet you downstairs?"

"Sure."

As she left the room and walked down the corridor, clutching her prize, Chloe felt a shiver down the spine. If I turn around, she wondered, would he be watching me? Standing in the doorway, listening to my footsteps as I walk away? She didn't turn round though, partly because she was afraid he would be there, partly because she was afraid he wasn't.

She stepped into the safety of her room, closed the door and looked down at what was in her hands. Running the fabric through her fingers, feeling the soft fibres skim her skin, she realised she had closed her eyes. Lifting it to her face, she breathes it in and all she could smell was him. Lowering her hands again and opening her eyes, she looked at the lavender shirt. Not many men could feel comfortable enough to carry such a feminine colour off. But Alexander Luthor most defiantly could.

She knew that she'd seen him wearing this shirt, and she wondered if he deliberately gave her something that he wore, he used. She liked to think so. Slipping the oversized shirt on over her head it was as if Lex was right there, his scent impregnated into the fabric. She pulled it tight around her waist and tied it at the side in a big knot. Surveying herself in the mirror, Chloe blushed. She looked good in his clothes, and somehow that pleased her.

She had left the guest room and made her way through the labyrinth of corridors, eventually finding herself downstairs. Lex was standing in the huge lobby by the front door and looked up as she descended. He smiled as she approached.

"You look beautiful."

She grinned, and he was so close that she could feel his breath on her neck. He took her arm, guided her out to the car and once they were in gestured to the driver who set off.

They were sat together in the back, and even though the space available was enormous they sat side by side. He turned to her, an arch smile playing on his face.

"I might even be forced to admit that you look better in it than I do."

Chloe leaned back into the soft leather and closed her eyes. This, she realised, was going to be a day she would never forget.