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Chloe put down the magazine in disgust. She shouldn't let it get to her right? Oliver is a very eligible bachelor. It's not like they were anything but best friend's right? So they had dinner together a lot, so what if he gives almost orgasmic foot or back massages, big deal, right? Any woman would be crazy not to want that; great hair, great smile, eyes you could get lost in, a body to die for, he was funny, caring, and man could he cook! The rag that she caught a glimpse had a picture of him standing provocatively close to some famous movie starlet. They weren't even touching, not really. 'Why am I so irked?' she thought as she made her way past the counter in the salon after her name was called.

Oliver had made this appointment for her. He said he owed her for all her late nights at the computer. They were going to an exclusive charity ball; there were rumors of a possible attempt on a government official's life. So the League was going to be watching from the outside and inside. Chloe let go of her thoughts as she was led into the den of pure self indulgence, a mani, pedi, facial, and hair appointment were in her future. She was given a glass of champagne as her treatment began.

The gown she had for the evening that she changed into was to die for. It was a simple, knee length, dark green, spaghetti strap gown that hugged her in all the right places. She chose it because she knew it was would have the desired affect on her escort this evening.

As she was checking out, she felt like a million bucks. She looked like a million bucks to if she did say so herself. There was a sleek black hummer limo outside and the driver whom Chloe knew came and asked for her personally. The ladies at the counter were trying to get gossip as to who was in the limo. She smiled at the driver as he walked her out. Not being able to resist as the ladies were still trying figure out who was in the limo, she turned and smirked, "Sorry girls but a lady never kisses and tells." Satisfied she exited the building and to the awaiting limo.

She couldn't help but feel a little guilty about the whole spa thing. She had made Ollie suffer all week. As soon as that rag printed his picture and started spreading romance rumors she got miffed. She had hardly talked to him and if she did it was solely professional. She sighed; he was supposed to be in the limo so they could go the fancy shmancy event together. No Ollie, only a card and a single tulip.

Sorry I couldn't be there when you got done at the spa. I had a late conference call. In the box under the seat you'll find your new ear piece.

See ya soon,

Ollie

She would be glad to let him off the hook if she could just admit why it bugged her so much to see him with that starlet. She reached under the seat and found a velvet box with a bow on. She opened it and put the small ear piece in her ear.

"Good evening Tower," Victor spoke in her ear.

"Hi," she added shaking her head and laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Some girls get diamonds, some get roses, I get a barely there ear piece."

"You love it and you know it." He replied. "Now I'm gonna have you two on different channels. So you can divide and conquer the room. Fish boy and Speedy have the surveillance part covered."

She sighed heavily. "Alright."

"What's up Tower?" he asked as he was activating Oliver's link. He had to connect it then put him on his own channel. So at the moment they were on the same channel and Chloe didn't know it.

"So are you finally going to let him off the hook?" Victor asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on Tower if it gets any colder in the tower, I would swear we were at the ice castle."

"So maybe I have been a little distant." She added looking at her watch.

"A little? This wouldn't happen to have anything to do with that little starlet would it?"

"Puhhlease."

"Ooohh, okay so you weren't bitten by the little green monster…?" he asked. There was silence and Oliver was listening to the combined channels waiting for her response.

"Alright, Tower is arriving, be on alert" Victor spoke as he cut the joined link and Oliver was on his own channel. He was stunned. Chloe was jealous. That made much more sense. He may be rich, and run a highly advanced company, but man sometimes was he dense. This started right after that picture. Well they had suffered enough and he was going to get a confession and apologize all in the same token.

Oliver grabbed a flute of champagne and began circulating around the room. He was half watching the entrance and half watching the crowd and about broke the flute when She walked in the door.

Chloe arrived and stepped out of the limo to flash bulbs and lots of questions. She just held her head high and walked into the event like a woman of power. She could hear Bart cat whistle into her com. She only smiled. She entered the room and began her job of circulating and getting the lay of the land.

The evening had started out with the potential to be very boring. Then it became like Houston all over again. Ollie and Chloe were avoiding each other in grand style. She would talk to the Mayor and Oliver would be near by he would turn to speak to her and suddenly she was gone. He was at the buffet table snacking on elegant food she would be close enough to hear him laugh she got distracted by a comment by Victor, turned, and he was stolen away by a business associate.

The game went on for well over an hour. Finally as the evening peaked, Bart and A.C managed to capture the clumsy assassin as he attempted to sneak into the catering door. With the crisis averted, the rest of the evening was theirs. Victor was still on com on the 'just to be on the safe side' plan. Oliver had been trying to get to Chloe and was dragged back onto the dance floor by a persistent bimbette.

Finally, he saw her at the edge of the dance floor engaged in a rather in depth conversation with a Senator. He made a polite escape from his giggling bimbette and stood right behind Chloe. Her hands were clasped behind her back; he reached out, grabbed them, and pulled her backwards onto the crowded dance floor. The dramatic sound of a Tango started to play. He grabbed her left wrist and spun her around in an elegant move so that she was facing him and her hands were against his chest. "I wasn't done talking to him." She spoke exasperated.

"He'll forgive the intrusion I just cut him a rather large contribution check." He spoke arrogantly. Chloe was stunned; the music that had started off softly was now starting to gain in momentum. He cupped her face in his hands then his left drifted down her neck to her shoulder, to her elbow, to her wrist and then moved it so her hand rested on the small of his back. He then did the same thing to her right bringing her hand to his lips kissing it softly then holding it up and away from them. He then began to lead her slowly in the Tango. He stared into her eyes an unreadable expression on his face as they moved with the music. Chloe was becoming uncomfortable with the silence.

"What are we doing Oliver?" the question had more meaning than she liked.

"I thought it was obvious…" he smirked, the one that always sent shivers down her body they maneuvered in intricate steps than he pulled hard so her head was against his chest, "we're doing the Tango." He spoke as he twirled her and then their bodies melded together with every passionate turn. Chloe blushed at the way he was holding her and as if on cue she got frustrated and tried to walk away from him in time to the dramatic beat of the music. He still had hold of her wrist and stopped her with her back to him.

"Uh, uh, uh" he spoke. The crowd on the dance floor began to dissipate as they became more interested in this apparent lover's quarrel. He tugged gently on her wrist causing her to spin back into his arms again in time with the music. He bent his head to be near her ear, "We're not done until you tell me what's bugging you." He added. He lifted her slightly off her feet and dragged her across the floor on her toes. The music began again in full and they continued their passionate dance. "I," she tried to speak but her brain ceased to function. She was only aware of the sensations his movements were stirring in her.

"I…am…yours" he spoke pointedly. After one turn he dipped her slightly. "There's no one else, goldilocks." he spoke as her out of his arms and she stood away from him, her chest heaving, and she wasn't sure that it was only from the dance. He curled his index finger at her and she shook her head. He stepped forward and she stepped back, her hips still swaying to the music. She smirked and then took a couple of dramatic steps to him.

She extended an arm planting a hand on his chest with the other resting on her hip. She began to walk him backwards in time to the music as it began to crescendo to its grand finale, "I don't like how it made me feel seeing you with that.. that…" He stopped planting his feet as she came up to him. He wrapped his arms around her and they began intricate foot work making there way across the dance floor. The song ended with them both out of breath, she was dipped with one leg being held tastefully at his hip by her thigh. The crowd was cheering wildly.

He leaned close to her lips and whispered, "You're damn sexy when you're jealous." She gasped. He kissed her soundly, pulled her up, and gently let her leg down. They took their bows and were cheered as they made there way off the dance floor toward the exit and out of the building to his limo; which they entered and headed off to his place.

"A tango Ollie really?"

"It worked didn't it?" he smiled and winked as he laced his fingers in hers and she rested her head against his shoulder