Here's your new chapter. I am trying not to keep you guys waiting too long. Hope you like it. Feel free to review your comments please keep them constructive even if they're negative (hehe). And to the reviewer who commented on the summary, is this one better?

Chloe had a rough night. Don't get it wrong, her bed wasn't lumpy and she wasn't plagued by unfriendly bed-bugs. Her discomfort was caused by a much more conspicuous source.

The truth was, the damn man could not only not keep himself out of her elevator, but her dreams as well. Bright blue images of the bald-headed fool lifting her out of the lift haunted her like a persistent mosquito. Coming back to her every time she drifted back to sleep after waking out of frustration.

The sixth time this happened she decided to stop trying. She sobbed silently, lest Lex had bionic ears or something and came flying into her room with his flipping newly developed hero complex.

THAT WAS IT! Faith had obviously mixed up Lex and Clark, which meant it had always been for Clark to come to her rescue, but faith messed up and instead she got the over-confident side-kick.

With this comforting thought, she spent the rest of the time formulating a plan.

By dawn, the only plan she had been able to come up with was;

A: Stay far away from Lex Luthor

B: Formulate a way to get Clark Kent to notice beauty (inner and outer)

Her plotting was interrupted by a soft rap on the door. Pulling the sheet up to her chin she bit her bottom lip in frustration and only told him to come in out of politeness.

Only, it wasn't Lex that entered, it was a blonde maid with a less than pleasant smile on her face.

"Morning Ms. Lane, Mr. Luthor has asked me to wake you as he wants to leave for Smallville soon." She took clothes from her little silver trolley. "I brought you back your clothes, they've been washed and ironed."

She had a slight smirk on her face with this last comment and Chloe knew exactly why as she took a look at her shirt. It was a white crushed-cotton number. You know, the kind that didn't take well to ironing.

"Le… Mr. Luthor has also asked me to inform you that breakfast will be up in ten minutes."

Chloe smiled with no real mirth. The little twit actually thought that Chloe was competition, despite the fact that they had slept in different rooms. Was Lex sleeping with this woman? She thought to herself. Not that that mattered, the only thing that did was that he compensated her for her damn shirt.

"Aren't you going to get out of bed?" She asked, her tone just shy of being cheeky.

Chloe bit hard to keep from retorting. "In a minute."

With nothing left to do, the maid smiled icily and left.

There were inaudible utterances from both ends of the door.

Breakfast was the biggest Chloe could remember ever having. The quantity and quality of food was one reason, the lack of talking which caused a nervousness soothed only by gluttony was another.

By the time they reached the elevator, Chloe was convinced she was going to burst open.

Lex took one look at her, and could not contain his laughter.

When he finally got a grip on himself, he said. "Don't worry, I've had the car brought to the front, we won't have to walk to the parking lot."

"Yeah, well there's still the trek through the lobby."

It didn't prove to be that bad though, as she made it safely into the car and had enough strength and air to beg Lex not to drive too fast.

They were about a mile from the hotel when Chloe decided to get it off her chest.

"I don't know if you noticed, but, your maid destroyed my shirt." Ok, so she was big enough to admit that it wasn't really the shirt, but the situation that had her so testy. At least she was big enough to admit it to herself.

He gave her a sideways look of incredulity. "It looks fine to me."

"It's supposed to be crushed-cotton. She ironed it. Everybody knows you don't iron crushed cotton."

He smiled and told her he'd compensate.

"No, it's fine. It's just the principle, and the common sense. Do you believe I almost had to throw her out of the room? I think she wanted to see if I was naked under the sheets."

"Really?" He asked her with amusement in his voice.

"Yeah."

"Were you?" Was he flirting with her now? He wondered.

A defensive, "No!" Liar (truth was, the only clothes she found were his and she chose not to wear one of his shirts to bed)Then after a pause, "Are you sleeping with her?" She really hadn't been able to stop herself.

Lex laughed, he actually laughed. Then he looked at her and asked, "What warrants a question like that?"

"Just curiosity." It seemed the more they talked, the less angry and the more bold she became.

He was still smiling when he answered. "I'll answer you if you answer one of my questions."

She contemplated this for a while and then agreed.

"Why were you really in Metropolis?"

"I already told you I was visiting a cousin. What, you don't believe me?" She asked, actually hurt and appalled that he didn't.

"No. Seeing there are a few ends you left untied."

"Like what!" She really didn't see where her story lapsed.

"For instance, where's your luggage. If you were staying with your cousin, you must have had clothes, and secondly, how were you going to get home.

The same way I got to Metropolis Lex, the bus." It was true, her car was in the shop back in Smallville.

"And the luggage?" He was impressed by her quickness.

"When I got to Metropolis first, I lost it all, I had to wear Lois' clothes the whole trip."

"And your laptop?" He knew she barely went anywhere without it.

"I left it, Lois wanted us to bond." The lies, oh the lies. "It's your turn to answer my question."

"I should have put a truth clause into that agreement." He said.

"Oh, bite me." She said in anger. She regretted it though as the look he gave, one half playful and one half threateningly seductive had her blushing for the next two miles.

The rest of the trip wasn't as bad, as they spent most of the time listening to his CD's, a few of them Chloe actually liked, and talking about politics and Freddy Mercury (both coming to the conclusion that they would agree to disagree).

He was beginning to find her alacritous and well informed, not just nosy and overbearing. She was beginning to find him human and approachable, not just a spoilt playboy with a mind like a steel-trap.

They were beginning to think that maybe they could be friends.

Well, hope you liked it. I will try to gradually take it into higher ratings but first, I would like to know if it would be ok for me to make this really A/U. In terms of leaving out all the 'superman' stuff and just focusing on the fic as a love story not outweighed by Clark Kent's alien life.