"We'll be caught, Lex," she said, but that didn't stop her from stripping off her jacket.
"No. We won't." He was already working on her blouse buttons. "I'm the boss, remember? I said I was not to be disturbed. That I had to chastise an employee."
"What?!" she reared back from him.
He smiled with wicked humor. "It's to be expected of me. Dragging you up here to ream you out. I'm evil, remember?"
He meant it teasingly, but her green eyes turned deep. She raised a hand to his face, pleadingly. "Lex, don't do that. Don't become your father. Don't let yourself be consumed by games, power, and obsession."
"I will never be like my father."
It was true.
He would be greater.
No one would remember Lionel Luthor in ten years, but the name Lex Luthor would echo for centuries.
But right now, the echo he most wanted to hear was her calling his name as it bounced off the walls.
Breaking contact with her searching eyes, he shifted to undo the button of her pants. Pants. Why did she insist on wearing pants so often?
No pants allowed next time...
She must have given up on whatever impression she was trying to make, because she began pulling at his tie.
He finally got the awful pants open and pushed them down her hips to join the matching jacket on the floor. She dragged the tie off over his head and threw it down on top of her own clothes. He slid out of the tailored designer jacket as her fingers began working their way down his shirt buttons.
Despite what he said, they had a limited amount of time before someone would come looking for him. One of the drawbacks of being a corporate god were all his worshipers.
Speaking of worship...
She looked distinctly naughty standing there in her open blouse with peeping blue bra and panties.
In an office...
He didn't recognize the setting, but it was clearly an office going by the glass-top desk with computer, phone, and other accoutrements. A large swivel chair was neatly tucked under the desk with an enormous window behind. Unfortunately, the view from the window was obscured, not giving him any reference points.
He turned his attention back to Her. She had her bottom lip held in her teeth as she worked his shirt buttons. The fabric was crisp and not yielding to her easily, but she was nothing if not determined.
Such determination deserved a reward.
Reaching around her, he grasped her rounded ass and lifted her onto the edge of the desk. She gasped as her bare thighs hit to cool glass top, her hands tightly gripping his half-open shirt. She would leave it terribly creased.
He didn't give a damn.
He moved to stand between her open legs, running his hands up her thighs to that intriguing place where leg met hip. He traced the line of her skin at the join where the pale blue panties rested. His thumbs leading the way up and then back down, the fingers drawing closer together as he neared where her thighs joined. He couldn't drag his eyes away.
God, she was always so incredibly eager for him.
He couldn't even remember all the women he had slept with, in fact, he didn't even try. Instinctively, he knew none were like her. None were ever so completely THERE as she was. Everything about her was part of it. She wasn't cataloging what to do at work, she wasn't wondering what he would buy her next, she wasn't planning their wedding.
When she was f***ing him, that was everything in those moments.
He let his thumbs slide, tracing up and down as she shivered.
He was contemplating his next move when his mind went blank. She was scraping his bare head with her teeth. His scalp was incredibly sensitive and the pressure of her sharp teeth was sending incredible pulses straight down his spine and around to his front.
Holy f***...
When she shifted to licking the sensitive skin, his mind cleared enough for him to remember what he had been doing. He felt her gasping breath ghost over his scalp when his thumb inscribed three fast circles. Then changing direction, he did three slow circles. Her hips squirmed, and he switched direction again doing three more fast.
Fast, slow, fast, slow, fast, slow.
He felt her body tightening and he breath seizing as it puffed against his head. When he felt her body go into lock, he stopped.
"God damn you, Lex! I swear if you don't -"
Her words stopped instantly when he pushed into her.
He had her so lost in the rhythm, she hadn't noticed one hand had moved to open his belt and slacks.
He sank into her again and again, burying deep. She wrapped those wonderful, strong legs around his waist as she rolled her hips on the edge of the desk, meeting him.
Her breath now panted in his ear. "Yes..Yes...Lex..."
It didn't take long for her body to start tightening around his again as the denied orgasm returned in stronger force. He shifted the angle of his penetration to scrape that special spot inside her.
That did it.
He swallowed her scream with a hard, grinding kiss as her nails raked his head.
The intensity of her around him sent him over the edge after her.
He was glad the office was soundproofed.
"Who is Chloe?"
He pulled out of the girl, making sure to keep a firm hold of the condom. Rolling to the side of the bed, he carefully stripped the rubber and deposited it into the one-way trashcan.
She was talking at him, he realized a moment later. He turned to face her, frowning. "What?"
"Who is Chloe?"
He frowned at her. "What do you mean?"
She was playing with a strand of her curly blonde hair, twirling it around a finger in what she probably thought was a coquettish way. "Well, you cried out her name when you...you know."
Crap, had he called her the wrong name? He generally avoided names. Though this one had been better than most in the sack. He might invite her back. Best to try to smooth it over.
"I'm sure you misheard..." Crap! He really didn't know her name. Katie? Kathy? Candy?
She frowned in annoyance, showing surprising insight. "Cadence."
He was well and truly caught. Best to cut his losses. "Cadence. Right." He got up from the bed, grabbing a dark blue silk robe from the poster and slipping it on. "My man is waiting outside the door. After you've collected your things, he will see you out and make sure you get back to your home safely. Thank you for a lovely evening."
He heard her sputtering.
He paused outside the bathroom door and turned back to face her. "Chloe, you said?"
"Yes!" she spat the word at him.
"Interesting."
Chloe.
Could that be her name?
That voice in his subconscious answered.
Yes...
Chloe.
Chloe.
Chloe.
He let the name roll around his mind as he stood under the shower jets. He hadn't bothered to turn on any of the lights in the bathroom, choosing instead to bathe by the ambient light of the night-time city coming through the window. Sliding his eyes closed, he conjured her face from his visions and fit it with the name.
Chloe...
Yes. It worked.
Her name was Chloe.
His hand shot out to stabilize him against the wall as another vision hit him.
His eyes opened, but he wasn't in the bathroom any longer.
The vision was unlike any of the others. He knew it for the past and he knew it was about Her - Chloe - but she wasn't there.
Her name echoed in his thoughts as the vision took over.
It caught his attention.
He wasn't really sure why, but it did.
The brilliant red and teal wings glistened and sparkled with an iridescent sheen in the bright sunlight.
He paused at the woman's small booth to get a better look at the beautiful hair clip.
The booth had a sign that proclaimed she was selling to benefit something called the "Midwest Butterfly Conservatory."
He pointed at the hair clip. "Let me see that one."
The woman happily opened the case and presented him with the brilliantly colored ornament. "It is made from real butterfly wings from one of the breeds protected by the conservatory - the Teal-Flanged Scarlettrope. They are very short-lived, but have excessively beautiful wings. We use the sale of the wings of the passed to pay for breeding programs for the species."
Freed from the case, he could see the beautiful translucence of the wings. The teal streaks sparkled through the deep red base color when it hit the light just so. The wings had been limed in silver and attached to a hair clip to protect them.
He though the red and teal would look brilliantly beautiful against her blonde hair.
"How much?"
"Fifty dollars."
He paused and stared hard at the woman.
She shifted uncomfortably, then spoke again. "Twenty dollars."
He pulled out his wallet and selected a hundred-dollar bill. He held it out to the woman who looked at it in puzzlement.
"I'm not sure I can break that, Mr Luthor."
He smiled without humor. "Good, so you do know who I am. Take the money for the hair clip and have a necklace made and sent to my Metropolis office when you can."
Taking the money, she replied, "Yes, Mr Luthor."
It can't be there, he thought. No chance.
So why was he out in the middle of the night, pressing his driver to get him to the old Luthorcorp building so fast? When the car pulled up in front of the former headquarters, which now housed mostly documents, he raced inside while the driver was still getting out of the car. He waited impatiently for the express elevator. When the doors opened on the former penthouse office level, he bee-lined for the hidden wall safe in the executive suite.
He held his breath as he spun in the combination.
His pent-up breath released explosively when he saw the white box. He already knew what it held even as he lifted the lid to reveal...
A beautiful red-and-teal butterfly wing necklace.
She was real.
Chloe was real.
He didn't know how long he stood there, holding the butterfly wing necklace up to the lights of the Metropolis night, when another vital clue from his earlier vision struck him.
"I'm the boss, remember? I said I was not to be disturbed. That I had to chastise an employee."
An employee.
How had he missed that clue?
Maybe because you were too caught up in knowing her name...
A name that mattered.
Chloe.
Chloe had worked for him.
He called Gina. All of his assistants were named Gina... even when they weren't. He'd given up on trying to remember their actual names. They came and went too quickly.
Maybe I should stop f***ing them...They invariably thought that if they warmed his bed for a night or two they were owed something beyond being his assistant.
He told them in no uncertain terms they were wrong. That was usually the point when he had to find a new "Gina." He wasn't really sure why he had chosen that particular name for them, but it worked well enough.
"Yes, Mr Luthor?" current Gina asked. Her voice gave no indication that she was in the least disturbed by the 4am call.
"I need the employment records for all Luthorcorp holdings for the 8 years previous to my...leaving sent to my computer."
The phone was silent for a moment, then Gina tentatively spoke, "Mr Luthor, that is a huge amount of data. Is there any way to narrow your request?"
Chloe. That was all he knew, but he couldn't tell Gina even that much.
"Just see if done."
"Yes, Mr Luthor."
"Also get me information about the Midwest Butterfly Conservatory."
A surprised pause.
"Ummm, yes, sir. Of course."
Hanging up with Gina, he grasped the necklace in a loose but firm grip and turned away from the window. The lights from the city night sent a thousand bright reflections across the room. A tickle in his mind told him he knew this room.
Realization slammed into him like a load of bricks. He was in the executive office of Luthorcorp from his lost years.
Was this the office where he had Chloe on the desk?
Spinning, he found the edge of a desk peeping out from under boxes of records. Pushing some of the burying boxes back, her exposed a larger section of the sleek glass top. He flattened his palm on the cool surface.
He was getting closer.
He was getting closer to Chloe.
