A/N - I had to get ideas down before they went...uhhh...where did they go? Like that. Anyway, you are reading this one either b/c you either chose Lex as your Bachelor #3 or are cheating and reading both. And no, they are not the same story with the names changed. If you want the Clark version, close this quickly and open the other chapter.

The Weekend, Day 1 EVIL – Chapter 4

"I…don't…believe…it." Chloe was stunned beyond words. She stood just staring – the backdrop behind him was gorgeous, but she couldn't get past staring at him. Of all the people in the world she thought she could be fixed up with after the questions she asked, he would have been the last person she would have guessed.

"I take it I wasn't who you were expecting at this point." He walked over and handed her a flute of champagne. "Actually, you weren't exactly what I had in mind either but I did answer all the questions honestly." He watched as she stared at him again and threw back the enormous gulp of champagne, hoping it would kill the strange vision she was obviously having. Nodding his head in amusement, he retrieved the bottle and poured her another glass. "Care to try that again?"

"Huh?" She was still looking for words; then it came to her. She looked down at the flute and laid it on the small coffee table between two enormously comfortable looking chairs. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and started looking for the contact number for the show.

"It doesn't work – there's no signal out here." He turned and pointed to the ocean around them, "We are in the middle of the Caribbean. There are exactly 10 people on this island right now, and two of them are cameramen for the show. We are effectively alone." He walked over to her and pulled the phone out of her hand. "Besides, you know me; wouldn't you think I would have already tried to call someone for some reason?"

Grabbing her phone back, Chloe slammed it down on the coffee table next to the champagne flute and proceeded to the bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she started taking deep breaths and pacing, hoping that stupid image outside would quit talking to her or, at least, definitely get dressed in his proper attire.

Setting his drink down, he walked over to the bathroom door and waited a few minutes. "Chloe, come out. This is silly. You picked me."

"Yeah, well, I wasn't expecting you." The muffled sound came from the inside of the bathroom.

Halfway smiling, he was amused that she didn't even put up a fight. "Ok, but sleeping in a bathtub is quite uncomfortable no matter the size; I'm not telling you how I know, just trust me." With that, he walked off, picked up his drink, and sat back down on the veranda. "This is going to be a blast," he murmured to himself. He sat and watched the waves crash as evening approached.

He figured from the placement of the sun that she had effectively lasted some two hours in the bathroom. He was impressed at her tenacity to avoid him. Just then, he heard the door open. Realizing she probably hadn't quite quit fuming, he stayed put but was looking forward to every minute of her rant.

"Only you would bring work to do on a romantic weekend." Looking over, he saw that she had finally calmed down and brought the remainder of the bottle that he had put back in the refrigerator earlier. She sat down as he slid the folders over to another table.

"Judging by your actions, I was going to have plenty of time to work," he smirked as he held his glass out for her to refill after her silent offering. "Thank you. Now, I just know you're ready to attack me so let's get it over with."

Chloe stood up and walked around in front of him, cutting off his view of the water. On the other hand, he didn't seem to mind. How could someone so angry look so beautiful. She had a white, strapless sundress on accompanied by a matching straw hat. He normally didn't care for the hat thing, but she made it match perfectly. "I just have this sneaking suspicion that you set this whole thing up." She walked out and shifted her feet through the wet sand. "I mean, let's see, Helen tried to kill you, and then that teacher, ewww, and recently my used to be best friend." She paused. "You asked her to marry you. And after she said no and left town, which I still can't believe you are truly letting go of, you orchestrate this incredible plan to once again try to have your way with a woman from Smallville. Don't you see a pattern here? Why can't you just freaking leave the town and get the hell out of everyone's lives?!" She stopped and observed his slight giggle at her. "What? You suck at love, don't you get it? No one will ever be right for you no matter how many games you set up." She took a deep breath as she observed the trench that she had paced herself into.

She glared at him. Lex covered his mouth with his hand and was laughing at her. Nodding his head, he couldn't quit laughing. After gaining his composure, he rubbed the bottom of chin. "While this is a game, I didn't orchestrate this at all; I merely said what the hell, I could use a vacation. There was no payoff – you picked me. As for Lana, I asked her to marry me, yes, but I was somewhat relieved that she did turn me down. As I can tell from your tone, you understand what it's like having a little too much Lana in your life." He picked up her drink and walked over to her. Handing her flute to her, he somewhat smiled, "So, Chloe, you think we can survive a weekend together?"

She shook her head and somewhat rolled her eyes. "It won't be torture; I mean we are in paradise."

She raised her glass to Lex's. "To an awkward weekend."

"I'll drink to that." Chloe threw back the amount in her glass. "I'm going to need more than that," she halfway giggled as she waited for Lex to fill her glass again.

"You realize that we have basically the same amount of people waiting on us here as the mansion?" he stated as he picked up the hand radio. Seeing Chloe's confused expression, he explained, "Our hand radio. You want dinner?" Shaking her head yes, he stepped away and called to the houseman. Laying the radio back down, he carefully walked up behind Chloe. "It's nice isn't it?" She closed her eyes feeling his breath on her shoulder. With no motion from her, Lex walked down to the end of the dock.

Chloe softened up, realizing that she had in fact picked him. So he wasn't the person she was hoping for, but maybe there was a reason for it. She laid her glass down and went and sat on the edge of the dock with him. Uncomfortable silence filled the air. They had barely said two words to each other once Lana had started dating him except when he had her committed. She knew he meant well but never appreciated the gesture since it wasn't for her really. "So what version of Lex Luthor do I get this weekend? The one I first met and got to know while putting an end to your father's life or the angry, misunderstood and evil devil you've become."

Lex glanced at her over his shoulder while she continued to look motionless out over the water. "From your explanation, I have a feeling you want the first." He waited for a response and turned around, seeing the houseman setting up for dinner. "You have anything else to say?"

"No," she said softly. She got up and walked into the villa to the restroom. She stared into the mirror and waited for an answer from it. I asked all the right questions. He had all the right answers. He was supposed to be Clark. I just knew it was. What happened? I couldn't possibly be a match for that man. She fixed her hair and makeup and walked out. She noticed the sun going down as the houseman lit the last of the torches that surrounded the perfect dinner scene. She looked at Lex standing with his back to her, hands in his pockets. He was hoping for something completely different too.

As she headed out to the small beach, Lex turned and beat her there. He pulled the chair out for her. Sitting down, she just gazed at him as he sat down. His features had changed; they were softer. He was really trying. Then she noticed her dinner. "What is it?" She asked knowing that Lex would know exactly.

"Well, I didn't exactly know what to order you and you left before I could ask, so I picked something safe. You have Parrotfish filet in mole. It's a little spicy," he paused, "like you. I got a steak tonight. I figured it was simple and in case you didn't want yours, we could trade." He watched as Chloe took a bite and closed her eyes.

"That's incredible. I've never tasted anything like it." She cut a piece and held it across the table. Lex was astonished. He was sure after her second lengthy trip to the restroom, she was not in the mood to be around him, much less feeding him. Taking the bite, he admired the kitchen crew and wondered how his staff couldn't perfect something like this at his home. That would have to fixed when he returned. He returned the favor, watching Chloe again close her eyes and practically orgasm over the food.

"What?"

"The face you make when you eat – it's like you're…"

"What?"

"Never mind," he stated, going back to his own plate. After a few more bites and observing her over and over, he nodded again.

Putting her fork down, he could tell Chloe was about at her wits end, "Yes?"

"You look like you're making love to the meal – maybe you don't eat like this all the time but it's a little 'When Harry Met Sally'." He got her. Chloe pulled the napkin out of her lap and held it over her face in embarrassment. He could see her face become flushed.

"Sorry," she murmured in a high pictched tone.

Lex shook his head, "Don't apologize. Actually, it's a side of you…that I wouldn't mind seeing more of."

Chloe laid her napkin back on the table and gazed at him. He was leaning on the table, balancing his head on his intertwined fingers. Swallowing hard, she wasn't feeling embarrassed but turned on. "I don't usually eat this well. It's just too easy to enjoy. I…thank you for what I think was a compliment." She knew to hush; he wasn't interested in her words.

Her smile matched his. His gaze was mesmerizing. She barely could breathe. She felt and quickly glanced down as he intertwined his fingers with hers that were on the napkin. "You're nothing like anyone I have ever spent time with or I would have pictured you to be. It doesn't matter where we are." She watched as he took a deeper breath and squeezed her hand a little tighter in his. "I may have been wrong about you with that boyfriend comment months back." He quickly let go as Chloe realized he had just given her a glimpse into his soul. She sat back in her chair and gazed at him while he summoned for dessert.

They sat in silence through the rest of dinner, watching the sun go down over the mainland and creating a private darkness only lit by the torches on the beach and the light from the bathroom. Chloe glanced several times as the maid and the houseman moved about almost undetectably through the villa preparing for the evening. The houseman cleared the remainder of dinner and excused himself for the evening, unless he heard otherwise. Chloe admired the quietness of the staff, more discrete than Lex's own service. He noticed it too and made a point to making sure his staff was trained by the same people come their next professional development.

So moved by the whole romantic beach setting, Chloe didn't notice that Lex had stood up and offered his hand to her. "Hey," he leaned over and looked at her and tried again.

"Sorry."

"It's ok. Places like this will do that to you, especially if you aren't used to it. Come on. Let me try for that old Lex." Chloe silently closed her mouth when she noticed it was gaping and took his hand. She followed him to an empty place on the small beach. She took a deep breath as he halfway spun her around and into him.

"You know Lana never mentioned that you guys ever…" She stopped as he gently placed two fingers over her lips and motioned for her not to talk. Looking up at him, he just looked emotionless out on the water as he held her, one arm around her waist and the other hand's fingers intertwined in hers. She wondered what he thought as the music played on.

Gettin' stuck sure would be easy
In this palm tree paradise
Ambition fades with every wave
For the finer things in life
Maybe I'll just hang around here
Go home later next year

She closed her eyes as she felt him pull her closer to him. She could feel his heartbeat. It seemed to race as she gently ran her hand up his chest over his shirt. She leaned back slightly from him and watched his expression. She looked up at him and knew not to say anything; it would kill whatever was going on between them. He let go her hand and ran his fingers through her hair that she had put up in a casual bun. She felt as he pulled the sticks out and threw them in the sand. He ran his hands through her hair and down her cheek. She did all she could to keep from shaking as he bent over and gently kissed her cheek.

"Thank you," He said quietly as he pulled back from her. "Goodnight Chloe; you can take the bed. I'll be fine out here – it'll be peaceful with the breeze and ocean sound." She watched as he disappeared into the bathroom. He kissed me. It wasn't that big of a deal but it was. What did that mean? Her thoughts swam as she continued standing in the sand, not realizing that the waves had now started moving in around her feet.

She jumped at his touch. "Sorry, I'm out if you need to whatever. Although, you have spent a lot of time in there already." He smirked. He was back. Whatever happened earlier was now gone.

"Yeah, thanks," she stated as she once-overed his night clothes. They didn't look much different than what he had been wearing. "Lex, were those actually in your closet or did you buy for the trip just in case."

"I already owned it. Occasionally some of those business meeting you think I'm on are actually vacations. But I couldn't possibly let on that Lex Luthor is taking a break." Chloe slightly nodded at the statement and smiled. Maybe he does know how to relax…nah. She continued up to the villa. "Chloe," he called back to her. Turning around, he could see how the light lit up her face. It gave her skin a golden hue like nothing ever he imagined. "You look beautiful tonight. I mean that. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Lex."

As she climbed into the bed, she could still see him sitting on the veranda with one light over the folder he was reading and making notes in. She suddenly felt sorry for him. Maybe the way he was/is was never his fault; maybe that's just the natural scheme of things when one's life is so painful. Then she remembered her actions. She remembered the whole thing, her outburst, his reaction of being left alone, the small gesture of a truce, and the goodnight kiss was on tape for all to see the next week. She promised herself that she would make the rest of their time together peacefully memorable, even if she never spoke two words to him ever again after the weekend.