Disclaimer: I own no one. Chloe and Lex belong to Millar, Gough, DC Comics, and the WB. I’m just borrowing.
Author’s Note: This story was written for a challenge found on SV Roast.
“You wanted to tell me something?” Chloe Sullivan asked pointedly from behind him.
Lex Luthor turned around to look at her and promptly forgot what he was going to say. Standing before him was not the teenaged reporter that Clark Kent used to pal around with, but a beautiful adult woman. She had her arms crossed in front of her and a determined look in her green eyes. Even though he knew she didn’t mean to, the look came off as incredibly sexy.
He tried to shake off the thought, but it was hard as he looked her up and down. He was going to enjoy making this deal.
Regaining his composure, Lex indicated the chair in front of his desk. “Please, have a seat.”
Reluctantly, she did so, her eyes still trained on him. “What’s this about, Lex?”
“It’s about hidden weapons and how they’re getting into the city,” he began as he sat down across from her. “I have the information to stop it.”
“You do?” She crossed her arms again. “And why should I trust you?”
“Because you know I’m telling the truth.” He picked up a glass of wine and offered it to her. When she declined, he took a sip. “I wouldn’t have called you up here if it were a lie.”
Lex smiled as he sat down the glass. “I think very highly of you, Chloe. You’re a damn good journalist, and I wouldn’t trust this information to just anyone.”
Chloe chuckled in disbelief. “Oh, really? Why not Lois Lane? After all, she works at the Daily Planet.” There was a bitter edge to her voice.
Arching an eyebrow, Lex sat back in his leather chair. “Lois is a good reporter, but she doesn’t have anything on you. Besides, I want Gotham to run this story first, and I want you to get the credit.”
“What would I have to do in return?”
“Nothing drastic, if that’s what you mean. All you’d have to do is have dinner with me.”
Chloe appeared to think this request over. When it seemed like she reached a decision, a smile finally graced her lips. “All right. What information do you have?”