“Having a hard time giving over the reins of power?” When she only blinked at him confusedly he continued. “The Torch?” he clarified. “I assumed you were sitting here so quietly because you were trying to calculate how long it would be until Clark called begging for the benefit of your vast experience. Honestly, I was a bit surprised when I heard you’d be letting him take charge today. You always struck me as a woman who likes to be in charge.” With that proclamation he smirked and slid a leisurely glance up and down her body, the one that always managed to turn even the most innocuous statement into one charged with sexual innuendo. Flustered, Chloe gave her best shot at answering his previous statement.
“Well, this is one time I’m more than willing to let Clark take control.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth she started blushing, and the single amused brow he raised did nothing to ease her embarrassment.
Her eyes narrowed. So he wanted to play that way, did he? Fine. She waited until he took a sip of his own coffee before she continued.
“After all,” she all but purred and let the flower slide suggestively down her chest, “sometimes the results are better when you relax and let someone else do all the work.”
Chloe smiled evilly as Lex choked on the drink he had just taken. He looked at her and was met by a replica of the smug smirk and raised eyebrow he had shown her before. When he was sure he could speak again, he took a deep breath, weighed his odds, and shot her a wary glance.
“Truce?”
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