A/N2: Dec 7, 2012: Another edit for this one. Hope you're still enjoying.

A/N: Hi everyone. I'm back for another chapter. Thanks for the great reviews. I was asked to clarify what the date was in my story, because apparently it is unclear of which day it is while this is all going on. From chapter 1-3 it's still Friday. Chapter 1 starts on Friday morning. In Chapter 2 it's still Friday morning, but later it becomes Friday evening, and so is Chapter 3. I hope that clarifies things a bit. If not please let me know. Now on with the story! Please R&R.

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Smallville. Though I do wish I owned Tom Welling and Michael Rosenbaum.

Chapter 4:


Saturday morning came quickly and Chloe was pretty happy about it. She was up bright and early, as opposed to her usual noon start-up on Saturday's. She just couldn't help it. The previous day and night just kept playing over and over in her head.

The start at the Torch, Lex's unexpected offer to drive her to Metropolis had been friendly enough. It had come out of left field, but she'd accepted, nonetheless, because she needed a ride and, well… it was Lex Luthor offering. And he was sexy as hell. Chloe smirked to herself.

The good vibe continued when he'd phoned her later on. Their conversation had left her pleasantly breathless. And then, later, that kiss. If the offer to drive her was unexpected, the kiss had thrown her for a complete loop. Where had it come from? She still had no clue. Though, she wouldn't question it too much, she'd liked it after all.

The kiss was the part of the day that replayed itself over and over in her mind. She still marveled at how good it felt to kiss him. Oh sure, she'd always found Lex attractive. But he'd always been an acquaintance, nothing more. Still, she had to admit, it was the best kiss she'd ever had. And she silently hoped there'd be many more to come.

But the more she thought about the Lex, the more she wondered why he would go for someone like her. Her rare insecure self began to rear its head; he was so sophisticated, so refined, and she was just a girl from a small almost backwards town. Why me? she thought to herself.

A voice in her head countered her insecurities right away. He did kiss you, didn't he? That has to count for something… It's not like you threw yourself at him.

So he kissed me? What does that mean? Was it a fluke or does he actually like me?

Realizing she would drive herself crazy if she kept thinking about Lex and the kiss, she decided that she needed to get up and do something that would keep her mind off of him for now. She got out of bed and decided a shower was in order.

Dressing in jeans and a red tank-top, she went downstairs, just in time to enjoy some breakfast with her father.

"Morning sweetheart," her dad greeted. "I missed you last night. Did you have a good evening?"

"Yeah," she said breathlessly. Her dad eyed her strangely and she knew she was coming on a bit thick. She dialed it back a bit and said, "I went to the fair with a friend. It was nice."

He nodded, pleased to hear that she had a good time. "Hey, to make up for me not being here last night, you want to go out to dinner tonight?"

"Oh," she exclaimed in surprise. She did not see that coming. She was supposed to be having dinner with Lex tonight. Her father's boss, she suddenly realized. How did she tell her dad that?

"Um… I've got plans already, sorry dad," she said slowly, hoping he wouldn't question her.

"Oh yeah, what kind of plans?" No such luck.

"Dinner plans with… some… one…" she stalled. Please dad, let this be one of those times you don't pry, she silently prayed.

"Some one?" Her dad laughed. "Chloe, who is it?"

Chloe grabbed a piece of her father's toast, turning around towards the coffee machine she blurted out, "Lex Luthor."

"What?" Mr. Sullivan exclaimed.

She turned back around to see that he didn't look exactly happy about this news.

Here it comes, she thought anxiously, bracing herself.


The second Lex woke up that morning, a flash of last night's activities came to mind. It was no wonder he felt so warm. He'd kissed Chloe last night!

Where that had come from, he still didn't know? But who knew that it would feel so good. He laughed to himself, sitting up in bed. He'd had no intention of kissing Chloe, no intention of being anything more than friends with the quirky girl. Kissing her was just something he hadn't been able to help. It was a spontaneous reaction of the great time they'd had together that night.

He'd noticed her before, of course. She was one of Clark's best friends, there was no way not to notice her. But it wasn't just the fact that they had a mutual best friend that got his attention, she was beautiful and not in the ditzy blonde type of way. She was smart too, he knew.

Chloe was just different from other girls he'd met in the past. She spoke her mind freely and wasn't afraid of what trouble her mouth could get her into. He admired her for her wit, intelligence, sense of humor and smarts.

But until recently he'd always thought of her as Clark's friend. Truthfully, he'd never thought they'd get a chance to spend time together, let alone anything happening between them.

Now, with this small trip to Metropolis, he had his in with the pretty blonde. He had a chance to see what would happen between them, a chance he hadn't known he'd wanted, but now wouldn't trade it for anything.

Getting out of bed, he took his morning shower, and dressed himself in his usual fashion. He had some work to do before dinner tonight, so he went straight to his home office. Sitting at his desk, he opened up his laptop and began to work, a certain girl still on his mind.


"Chloe, what do you think you're doing? He's my boss! Or did you forget that," Mr. Sullivan lectured.

Chloe sat there; she'd known this was coming. She'd hoped to avoid it, after all. "No, dad, I didn't forget. Lex is just a friend and it's just dinner."

"Chloe, no, you can't go out with him. He's too old for you," her dad argued. "And besides he's my boss."

"Dad, he's twenty-one, not forty-one. And you wouldn't have a problem if I was going out to dinner with Pete or Clark, so why Lex?"

Her dad seemed to consider this argument for a moment before sputtering out, "Because he's my boss." It seemed to be the only reason he had.

"Relax, dad." Chloe laughed out loud. "I won't tell him any embarrassing family stories that will get you fired or anything. We're just going to have a nice, friendly dinner."

Secretly, she hoped it wouldn't be too friendly. Another kiss would be more than nice. But, that wasn't a piece of info that her dad needed to know just yet.

Her dad breathed out a reluctant sigh. "Fine, if you two are just friends, then I guess it's all right."

"Thanks Dad," she said happily. She walked over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"So, what's new other than the Lex thing?" Mr. Sullivan asked her.

"Nothing big, just a little thing called an interview with the Daily Planet," she told him proudly.

"No way!" he exclaimed happily. "Congratulations, honey. When's the big moment?"

"This Wednesday, at two," she informed.

"Hmm…" he considered, thinking carefully. "It's a bit short on notice, but I think I can get out of work to drive you there."

Great, she thought. It was about to get awkward again.

"Uh… I kind of already got a ride down there," she said apprehensively.

Her dad braced himself, not ready for any more surprises. "Who exactly is taking you there?"

Chloe looked sheepish as she answered, "Um… Lex Luthor."

"Chloe!"


I believe when the show started Lex was 21 years old... I think that's a reasonable guess, anyways...

Anyways I hoped you liked it. Please R&R.

Next Chapter: The Dinner.