Eve spent the next two weeks going to work every day and acting as though everything were normal. The other girls talked about Brian, of course, but she pretended that their relationship had been nothing but platonic. It was much easier to lie to secretaries than hookers.

After the fuss and suspicions had died down sufficiently, Eve retrieved the papers from the club, and went to Lex's house. When Philip closed the door behind her, Lex looked up from the book he was reading and gave her that devastating smile.

"Hello, Miss Teschmacher. I'm guessing you're not here to invite me to yours and Mr. Freeman's wedding."

She tossed the papers on his desk. "That's five thousand you owe me."

"Five thousand it is." He nodded graciously and opened a desk drawer, removing a massive stack of bills. "I have something else for you, if you're interested. I don't know if you indulge" he reached back into the desk drawer and took out a large, clear packet of white powder.

Eve smiled, grateful for the unspoken reconciliation. "Oh yeah. I've only done it twice, but I really liked it. And, um, I've got something else for you, too" Without waiting for a response, she undid her coat and let it drape across her shoulders like women in furs always seemed to do. All she had on underneath were her tassels and G-string, but before she could feel too embarrassed, he calmly strode over to her and kissed her. Kissed her in that way no one else could. Just when she was ready to have him on the floor, he pulled back.

"Miss Teschmacher."

"Yes, Lex" she sighed.

"Miss Teschmacher, if I were pawn every one of your possessions" she nodded, trying to hurry him up "and then cut you open and sell your organs on the black market" her nodding slowed "it wouldn't cover one third of the price of that rug."

She stared at him, until she realized that her soggy raincoat had slipped off her arms and fallen onto the elaborate floor. Scoffing a little at his skewed priorities, she picked up the coat and threw it onto what looked like an equally expensive armchair. Before he could admonish her, she took the packet from his hand and walked past him to his desk. Pausing to clear a few papers away, she hoisted herself up and poured some of the coke onto the glossy surface. Using a gold letter opener, she cut the powder into even smaller fragments and separated the small pile it into two lines.

"You got a straw or something?"

Wordlessly, he reached into his wallet and rolled up a hundred dollar bill. She grinned as she accepted it from him, idly wondering if she could keep it without his noticing. Then, she flipped onto her stomach and inhaled.

"Whoa, that is—that is nice" she giggled. "You gonna have some?"

"Oh, sure." He placed his hand firmly between her shoulder blades to keep her still, then she felt him pour the powder onto her lower back, right up to her G-string. He took the hundred from her hand, and she felt it glide across the line on her body. The scratchy sensation made her giggle again, and when he was done, she turned over onto her back.

"Where do you want this one?" he asked. "I could do it here" with his finger he traced a line right below her neck, "or here" he traced between her breasts, "or maybe here" above her belly button, "or how about here?" he traced a final line just below her belly, ending just where the triangle of her G-string began.

"Yeah" she sighed contentedly. "Yeah, I want it there."

The powder tickled and the bill scratched, and the desk wasn't exactly comfortable, but it was the sexiest she'd ever felt. So, she sat up and kissed him again, enjoying the feel of his hand against her naked legs, then hips, then waist. That was the wonderful thing about coke, she decided; it made her so much more sensitive to those little sensations. He gently put his hand on the side of her breast, which felt better than anything, especially since he was still kissing her. After she gave him a little moan of approval, he became more daring and started to fondle her. He wrapped her nipple tassel around his finger and yanked it off with a sharp tug.

"Ow, Jesus Christ, Lex!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know—I've never…"

"That's okay" She stroked his mildly concerned-looking face. "Kiss it better?"

"Well, if you insist" he smiled. She leaned slightly back on the desk and he kissed down her neck and shoulders until he reached her breast.

"Oh, Lex" she groaned as he gently began kissing and sucking at her nipple. He worked at her with a perfect combination of lips, tongue, and teeth, so that it didn't hurt, nor did it feel like he was being overly hesitant. Instinctively, she grabbed his hair, both to steady herself and pull him closer, but when she did, his hair came off. Brain slightly fogged by the coke, she stared at the large mass of hair she held in her hand, wondering how she had the strength to pull it all out. Once she realized the situation, however, she began laughing harder than she had in ages.

Lex pulled away from her almost immediately, and snatched the wig away from her.

"I'm sorry Lex, I'm really sorry." She tried to sound convincing, but it was almost impossible, since the mere sight of him without any hair made her convulse with laughter. She suddenly stopped abruptly as a thought occurred to her. "Oh god, you're not sick or something, are you?"

"No, Miss Teschmacher."

"Oh, okay, good." She laughed again, out of mirth and out of joy that she hadn't been hideously offensive to a cancer patient.

"Miss Teschmacher, I fail to see…"

"No, no, no, I'm sorry, I'll stop. Trust me, I'll stop." She managed to compose herself for a few seconds, but just as he began kissing her again, she was overcome with laughter.

"All right, Miss Teschmacher; that's it." Without another word, he picked her up and took her to his bedroom. He dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed, and after indulging in a few more giggles; she stood up and started to unbutton his shirt, pausing occasionally to kiss him again. The shirt was well-made and heavy, so unlike anything she had taken off a guy before.

"Miss Teschmacher, do I need to use protection?"

"No, I'm clean, I just got checked."

"And I assume you're on the pill"

"God, of course."

She finished with his shirt, helped him pull off his undershirt, and started kissing his shoulders and chest. He looked the way she had expected him to, with muscular arms and just enough hair on his chest to look powerful and masculine.

She led him to the bed, where he took off his shoes and pants and she eased off her nipple tassel until she was left in nothing but a G-string and heels. Having posed for enough magazines, calendars, and even playing cards, she knew what to do. Raising one arm over her head and lifting a knee so that one leg was slightly crossed over the other, she posed in the sexiest way she could. It seemed to work, since the second he was done taking his clothes off, he slid the G-string down her legs.

His breathing became heavier, especially when he took her shoes off, and began kissing his way up her leg.

"Would you like me to…"

"Oh yeah, yeah, I mean, if you don't mi—Oh, Lex" she gasped and clutched the bedsheets as he delicately flicked his tongue over her most sensitive spot. He did it again with a little more force, and she cried out twice as loudly. He continued kissing, licking, sucking, and even lightly biting at her hardened nub, as she clenched and unclenched her fists, whimpering with the bliss of it all. Finally, after an especially vigorous lick, she came, panting and groaning.

"Lex, you're so good" she whispered, gently putting her hands on his shoulders, and then on the back of his neck as he got on top of her.

He kissed her even harder than before, and she could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. He eased into her slowly and gently at first, and she could feel herself tighten around him. His thrusts soon became faster and harder, as she encouraged him with little shrieks and groans. She'd thought that after the exhaustion of her first orgasm, she wouldn't be able to have another that night, but within seconds, she felt her pleasure start to mount once again, especially when he pressed his hand against her clit. She came again, and he followed swiftly, emptying himself inside her.

After getting off her, he kissed her forehead. "Very good, Miss Teschmacher." He started turning down the bed. "You staying the night?"

She nodded, still shaky and dizzy from what had just happened. They got into bed and wordlessly, he manhandled her so that her back was pressed up against his chest. It had never been her favorite sleeping position and feeling stifled, she pushed him flat on his back and rested her head against his shoulder, with her arm across his chest.

"Lex?"

"Hmm?"

"Um, well, do you…I mean, before when I'd do things for you, you'd, you know, be affectionate with me. So, was this just like that, or do you actually…you know what, I think the coke's messing with me a little bit. Never mind." She cuddled closer to him, reasoning to herself that it didn't really matter. He'd slept with her, and that had been all she'd wanted.

"Don't be inane, Miss Teschmacher. What do you want to know?"

"I said 'never mind'. Let's just forget about it, you know. I mean, we slept together and it was nice, but that's it. I don't expect anything else from you."

"Well, what else could you expect?"

"I don't know, maybe a little affection that doesn't just happen after I do a job for you."

"What, you're upset because I don't spend every second pawing you? You don't get enough of that from your clients?"

"That's different; I don't want you like that. I just want to think that you care about me." Her voice faded out, as she was starting to flinch from the edginess of his voice.

"Miss Teschmacher" he sighed, his voice sounding somewhat gentler. "If it's any consolation, I don't care about anyone."

"And that's supposed to make me feel better?"

"I don't care how it makes you feel; now shut up and go to sleep"

She remained quiet for a few moments, then brushed her finger across his cheek. "I love you."

"Yeah, I love you too, now go to sleep."

Not quite able to believe what she had heard, but unwilling to press the issue, she gave his shoulder a little squeeze before falling asleep next to him.