Types of Hero's

Ch. 13

Chloe arrived in the large ballroom, awe struck. She clasped her arm within Bruce and said, "Not too shabby."

"You must get impressed very easily, this is nothing."

"Oh, to you maybe. So what are we waiting for lets dance." She said pulling him to the dance floor. Bruce did not object he slid his hands on her smooth silk waist. Chloe leaned her head on his chest noticing how great her yellow dress and his black tux went together.

She leaned her head softly on his shoulder, gliding across the dance floor. She was immediately glad that she did this. She could have fun. She could just enjoy herself with the charming and hansom billionaire. She had always loved these sorts of functions. She loved getting all dressed up and looking pretty for a special kind of guy; waiting for him to give affection, to dote on her with comments of admiration.

She looked up and noticed that Bruce smelled her hair; he seemed to be somewhere else. She tilted her head up and asked, "Are you ok?"

"Never better." He said and then he twirled her. She embraced the twirl flowing in a circle. She admired her yellow dress's flutter as she spun. Then when he spun her back to him he dipped her. Chloe was exhilarated by this action. Her heart quickened its pace and she had to take a moment to catch her breath.

He brought her back to his chest and she felt her swimming she just turned into mush. She smelt his musk of cologne and was intoxicated. Her hands wrapped around his neck and she was engulfed. All of her worries about his motives and intentions had flown out of her mind and she simply embraced him enjoying his touch. Any of her plans of catching what he was up to flew out of the window.

His hands lingered across her hips sliding down the silky dress. He leaned down to her and she tilted her head up expecting a kiss but then something stopped him. Chloe, feeling disappointed and rejected shrugged. His expression in his face suddenly changed from desire to something Chloe could not quite read. She turned around and saw the reason for his sudden change. Lex and Lana were moving towards them hand in hand.

Chloe was furious with Lex for ruining her moment. He always ruined everything. He moved towards her looking at Bruce's hands on her hips and smirked. Lana smiled at Chloe.

"Oh, hello, Bruce, Chloe I never thought I'd see you here."

Bruce and Chloe turned around facing them, but Bruce kept his arm around Chloe's waist. Chloe suddenly felt uncomfortable. Lex Luther was smirking at her, laughing at her, judging her. He was always able to get under her skin. And she always tried real hard to not let it show. It was exhausting pretending his words never hurt.

"How are you Lana, Lex?" Chloe asked.

Bruce looked at Chloe a little surprised, "You know each other?"

Chloe just nodded. She really didn't want to go into detail about how she knew Lex.

Lex was about to say something insulting, Chloe was sure of that but Lana had stopped him.

"Me and Chloe are friends, we used to be room mates." She said looking pleased with herself for taming would could have been a pretty hefty fire.

"Oh." Bruce said seeming to notice something quite disturbing in the air being brushed away.

Chloe came in armed with her snark, "I guess we don't have to ask how two billionaires know each other. You must be part of some club or something."

"We're in business together. I have had a proposition for Mr. Wayne."

"Oh?" Chloe said intrigued suddenly putting her reporter's hat on.

"It's nothing to exciting Chloe. This is a party why don't we leave business else where."

"Indeed, enjoy party Bruce, Chloe." He smirked at her and then took Lana's hand to dance fading in the crowd. Chloe glared at him.

"I sense a history there."

"What?" Chloe said shaking herself out of the daze she was in.

"You and Lex. If it wasn't for his arm ornament I would have guessed I would have witnessed quite the verbal battle."

Chloe shrugged, "Maybe, but don't call Lana an ornament she was like my best friend."

"I'm taking the past tense into account here. So you do have history."

"Well, yeah, but it's not what you think. Lana and Lex both were my friends. Until…" She hestitated.

"Until?"

"Well it's history. It's best to keep it in the past."

Bruce gave her a sincere look.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."