Sometimes being Superman didn't make things easy. Flying through the city usually made things go quiet. It was something he tried to do more during the night, when crime was higher. But for what he needed to do, he needed for his target to be unaware of his presence. He could sit in his living room and sort through the conversation that went through the city. However, there were times when things went unsaid, which made it clearer that it was one man doing it. If there were screams or pleading, he didn't allow it.
This was then a job for Clark Kent; undercover journalist. He had dug through his closet looking for that pair of jeans Cat had forced on him (not literally, of course), a t-shirt he usually wore when he wasn't planning on leaving the apartment, his old leather jacket and a pair of black boots he borrowed from Conner. The previous nights he had gone to the shelters as a volunteer. He had talked to some of the women at the shelters who knew the missing women. There was really no relation between the women but the being homeless and offered a job by some mysterious man down at Swenson and Twain Avenue.
The street was nothing unusual in comparison to the rest of the slums. There was crime, prostitution, and other deeds that usually went unpunished. It was of the places where even Superman didn't usually get much cooperation. He lit a cigar as he walked down the street trying to blend as much as he could with the crowd. His hair was a complete mess and he was wearing shades. No Clark Kent here, just a regular Joe with nothing better to do with his weekend.
"Hey man, want to have a good time?" reaching one of the corners of Swenson he was approached by a girl. She didn't look over seventeen, but there she was. He bit his tongue to keep from asking how old she was and if her parents knew where she was.
"Not with a brat," he told her passing.
"Asshole," the girl muttered before she returned to her little group in the corner. They were laughing at the girl's intent. She hadn't been doing this for long.
"Let him be, he is probably gay," one of the older women told the girl. If that would keep them from trying that again, he hoped they really believed it.
He got to the bar in the intersection and went in. He pushed his way through to the front of the bar where he ordered a beer and listened to what was going around the bar and the street. He listened specially to the voices of women. The ones in the corner were talking about the missing women, and how they should stay together for as long as they could. It was the sort of thing that surprised him about people. Those women, though in a place where didn't want to be, were protective of one another.
"You are not a cop, are you?" someone asked snapping his attention back to where he was. He turned around to meet a man about his age, but who had seen the rougher side of life. There were dark eye bags under his eyes; his hair was a greater mess than his own with faded dye here and there, and clothes no bum would steal.
"Are you?" he asked turning around and leaning against the bar.
"Just making sure man, have never seen you around here," he said and Clark cursed in his mind for being noticed.
"I am new in town," he said rolling his eyes in annoyance, "you selling?"
"Depends, what you are looking for?" he asked in a hushing voice and leaning forwards, "if is company you are looking for, I can get you anything you want, even yours truly."
"I am good," he said unable to help his laugh, "just want to get plastered before I have to go back to work."
"Have you considered doing another sort of jobs?" he asked with a cat-like smile.
"If is the same line of work as your friends, I will pass," he said before ordering another beer.
"Too bad," the man said giving him an appreciative look, "I am usually in that corner if you change your mind about anything."
"Sure," he said before he was left alone.
"Scum is scum wherever you go, right?" the bartender said handing him his beer.
"Yeah," he said laughing.
"The guy only sells crap, if you want something good you just let me know," he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Will do," he said taking a long drink from his bottle. If his Pa could see him now, powers or no powers, he would drag him out of the place by the neck of his shirt.
An hour passed and he kept ordering beers. When the night started to get rowdy, he opted to leave. He exited and lit another cigar before leaning on the wall outside the bar. It was not an easy spot to be in. It had been hard before to listen to all that went on that street and the motels in the area but to see it now was something else. He knew he had to let humans make their own choices but sometimes it was just hard to watch. He couldn't, and didn't have the right to make them do anything. He could only listen and try to help them reach their real potential. He knew they could be better.
"I am still not drunk enough to sleep with a kid," he said to the teen looking up at him. It was the same girl as before.
"When will you be?" she asked with a brightly painted smile.
"There isn't enough buzz in the world for that to happen," he told her taking off his sunglasses.
"You are gay then?" the girl asked, "Because I have this friend…"
"I am not," he said looking directly at her.
"Then why are you here? There are literally hundreds of bars in the slums, but you came to this one," she gave him a skeptical look, "are you a cop? Because if you are, and I ask you, you are supposed to tell me."
"Why is every… never mind. No, I am not a cop," he said with a sigh but then noticed the girl was still looking at him curiously, "could I trust you with a secret?"
"You are a cop," she said crossing her arms over her small chest.
"I am not, but I am investigating the disappearances that have been going on this street. Do you know anything that could help?" if she didn't, he could only hope she would know someone who did.
"Not much really. I have been here only for a few days. I heard what others have seen," she said looking at him wide eyed. "They noticed some women that weren't from around here, they got in a van, and then they don't see them again. No long after other women came looking for them, not many, but a few. Then not long ago the cops were around asking questions, but they didn't stay long. The rest say that they really didn't care and were only doing it because of a reporter decided to make news out of it."
"I see," at least he now knew he was in the right place.
"Not much help, right?" she asked him looking worried. It was just her luck to move to the neighborhood where the killings were happening.
"You are, I know I am on the right track," he told her with a gentle smile.
"Oh, you definitely are," she told him with a shy smile. He reminded her of the brother of this friend she once had. She had a crush on him since they were little, but he always treated her like another sister, "could I help you?"
"Thanks for the offer, but is too dangerous," he told her. Under the neon lights of the bar, he saw that she was about fifteen years old. It didn't matter how high her heels were, or how much makeup she put on; she was still a kid and he wouldn't place her in danger.
"Well, you don't really have a choice," she told him, "because I know where he is going to show up next."
"What?" he asked listening to her heart beat. There was no falter, she was telling the truth.
"A few nights ago, I went to see a friend at one of the shelters, and she told me of the invitation that she got from one of the guys there for a job. He told her it was someone else who was offering her the job. I told my friend to not do it and keep quiet. She had no idea others had gone missing."
So, the man didn't contact the women directly. He probably went to the shelters and told other men to approach the women. If one of them did decide to talk to the police, it would be difficult to pinpoint him.
"And you didn't tell me this before because?" he knew she wasn't lying, but he needed to know if she was hiding anything else.
"I had to hold something over your head to let me help you," she said with a smirk.
"The answer is still no," he told her dropping his cigar and stepping on it.
"So you don't care that he might get someone else tonight? I guess you don't," she said walking away, "I am going, and I am going to stop him with or without your help."
"Kid, you don't know what you are getting into," he walked with her.
"Right," she laughed, "have you seen where I live? I am already at rock bottom."
"Fine," he said with a frustrated sigh. "I got us some extra help if things get too difficult, but I need you to tell me if you change your mind, got it?"
"Got it," she said with a smile before taking his hand, "C'mon, it's almost the time." And she dragged him to the back of the bar he had been sitting at before.
"What is your name?" he asked her.
"They call me Diamond," she told him as she kept dragging him, "and no, I am not telling you my real name, you?"
"Kal," he told her.
"Right," she laughed before they made it to the place smelled like death, but it was just a dog that died. "So, I jump him and you knock him out?" she asked him.
"No," he told her wishing Batman was there. He would probably know how to make the guy talk without doing this, "I need to follow him to know where he is keeping the rest. Changed your mind?" he hoped she had.
"Nope," she said with a smile, "just promise me you will let me kick the crap out of him after we find them."
"Maybe," he told her shaking his head in disbelief.
He went to hide behind a container as she waited at the mouth of the alley. At the time that she had signaled a black van had stopped in front of her before the door opened. All the lights were off, but with his x-ray vision he was able to see it was just one man. He was armed. The moment he decided to pull the gun on the girl he would stop him. He would call Batman to interrogate him if he had to afterward. The girl got on the truck before the door closed and started driving away at fast speed. He took to the skies after hiding his civilian clothing and followed as closely as he could without being detected. The drive had felt like a lifetime before they arrived at a line of suburbs under construction. The van stopped in front of one of the many incomplete homes.
The man led her inside the house. He checked the place with his x-ray vision and saw something that made his blood go cold. He broke through the door and what he saw made his blood shift from cold to boiling hot. He had the girl by the neck and was trying to rip her top with the other. He pulled the man back before he could even protest. The girl fell to the ground and scrambled to the next room in a panic.
"Stay back!" the man shouted as he started shooting at him. He caught each one of those bullets before picking the man up and glaring at him.
"How could you do that to them!" he said before dragging the man to the next room where the girl was hiding behind a small pile of bricks.
"Let me go!" the man kept shouting before Superman dropped him on the ground and then took a pipe and bent it to hold the man in place.
"Girl," he told the girl before he tossed her a cell phone the man had been carrying, "call the police."
"But," she started to say but one look from Superman was enough to stop her. She dialed the police and told them where she was and that Superman told her to call. They were reluctant to listen at first thinking it was a joke before he took the phone from her and told them it was the truth.
"Wait outside," he told her and she could only nod before leaving the room.
He once again turned to the man who was turning paler by the second. They knew Superman didn't hurt anyone badly, but the look he was giving him was making him wonder if maybe they had the alien peg down wrong.
"How could you do that to them?" he asked again before he started removing the plaster that covered the walls. As the minutes passed they began to hear the sirens, but Superman didn't stop. He had to get them out. Behind the walls were the women. Each one of them with purple marks on their necks, but he knew that was just the beginning. Their bones were broken in so many places, their bodies bruised and so violated that he had trouble keeping the acid in his stomach down. Humanity had a lot to offer, but it wasn't all good. The cruelty each one of these women felt before dying had been horrible. He carried each one of them to lie on the wooden floor.
"Superman?" he turned and saw the young girl standing at the entrance of the room with the cops.
"Diamond," he told her walking up to her and blocking her view, "wait outside, please."
She only nodded as she tried to hold her tears back. She had left the scene before he led the officers to the man. He told the officers he heard the girl scream before he arrived and when he checked the house he found the bodies. The killer was actually the owner of the condominiums under construction. He had thought no one would notice until the place was taken down, which would be a long time since he planned to live in that same house. The man had a wife and children of his own, but that didn't stop him. As he exited the house, he spotted the girl sitting on the sidewalk as a female office talked to her.
"Could I have a word with her?" he asked the officer who then secured the blanket around the girl before giving them some space.
"I guess I won't get to beat him, right?" she tried to joke with a sad smile.
"I wish I could say yes," he told her before she gave him a shocked look. "I also get angry, especially when I see things like that."
"Do you see things like that often?"
"It had been some time," he admitted. It was one of the perks of dealing with bigger threats. He usually got told about them before they made any damage, but this sort of thing was usually brought up when casualties had already occurred.
"So your name is Kal?" she asked him looking down. She couldn't believe she tried to get Superman to… "Ugh! Why didn't you tell me!"
"My birth name is Kal-El, I have never made that a secret. It was on the first article Lois Lane wrote about me. And you are smart enough to know why I didn't tell you."
"What's going to happen now?" she asked him.
"They are going to get justice," he told her looking up at the sky, "thanks to you."
"I… I only let him drive me here," she told him with a red tint on her cheeks, "you are the real hero."
He snorted at that which made her look at him with even more curiosity. Since she could remember, Superman had always been described as the Boy Scout of the Justice League. Here, sitting next to her, he didn't seem as corny as the news made him look.
"Can I go home?" she asked him as she got up.
"I am not taking you back there," he told her standing up.
"I know," she said as she kicked her high heels off.
"Where is your home?" he asked her.
"I don't have one, I was hoping it was with you," she gave him a hopeful smile.
"I am sorry," he told her.
"I guess it wouldn't do any good with Superboy around. I bet I could wrap him around my little finger in less than a day," she said with a smile though tears were starting to run down her face. She had no home, no family, and he wouldn't let her go back to that life.
"Give me a second," he said before walking a few steps away and calling the Watch Tower through his communicator.
Diamond watched him for a few moments wondering if he would take her to an orphanage. She had already been in one and felt her chest tighten at those memories. If he tried, she would just run away again.
"It's all arranged," he told her returning to her.
"What is?" she asked him warily.
"A place for you to stay," he said, "but we have to get you to give your statement first, and then I will take you there." He led her back to the officer where Diamond gave her statement, leaving out, of course, the strange man she had met in the slums.
"I will get you kicked to the curb! You will see!" they heard shouting as the Matthew Gordon; the killer was being brought out of the house. When he spotted Superman was still around he froze. He had thought the cape was long gone. Fright was quickly replaced with fury "this was none of your fucking business!"
"Is that so," he said appearing before the man in a flash.
"No one is going to miss those whores! Actually, the world will be a lot better without them!" the man was definitely crazy, but none the less his words were like stabs.
"Superman!" one of the officers shouted as he picked the man up by his neck, just like he had picked up Diamond not long ago.
"But it wasn't about making the world a better place," he said through greeted teeth, "it was about you hurting them and enjoying it. You offered them a chance to change their lives, only to take all opportunities they would ever have. You had had no right." And then he dropped the man who fell on his behind.
"I… I will sue you for that!" the man shouted.
"Sue him for what?" they heard a feminine voice say behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was. "I didn't see anything, did you officers?" Lois Lane had asked before all the officers agreed with her as they got the man to stand again.
The man was at a loss of words as they took him away.
"So, what happened?" she asked him, "or did you reserve the story for Kent?"
"I will meet you at the Daily Planet in thirty," he told her as he walked away from her. He needed time to cool down. He didn't want Lois to see that side of him. "Are you ready?" he asked Diamond, who nodded before he picked her up and then flew away. A few minutes later they landed at a penthouse.
"Wow, do you live here?" she asked.
"No," he laughed, "you could say someone with plenty of capital believes in what we do. He will let you use the place for as long as you need until we find other arrangements for you. I take you don't want to go to an orphanage, right?"
"How…?" she asked wide eyed.
"You could say I have seen my fair share of kids caught in dangerous circumstances," he told her, "myself included."
"Really?" she asked hardly believing it.
"Yeah," he told her shaking his head, "you really should read that article written by Lois Lane. You kids nowadays don't look enough at the news."
"O… okay," she said looking around at the large loft hardly believing what was happening. There was a large bed, a kitchen, and a living room with a large TV. There was also a computer on a desk, which she could use to spend the time and probably find that article.
"Dial this number if you need anything," he said writing a number in a small notebook which was next to the phone.
"Thank you," she said as he was about to leave.
He offered her a smile before leaving. He went straight to the top of the Daily Planet where Lois was already waiting for him. He told her the same version as the cops, which was pretty short.
"Really? That's it?" she asked him. She remembered him being more talkative when it came to his feats. Not for boasting, of course, but he was very keen to detail.
"There is nothing else to say," he told her.
"Off the record," she said putting her recorder away, "what was that about? Are you feeling okay?"
"I might not be human," he told her, "but that doesn't mean I can't get upset."
"Upset isn't really the word I would use for it, but I understand," she said trying to comfort him.
"Do you?" he said leaning down to glare at her. How often did she have to see dead people? People he could have saved had he been faster.
Now she understood where the kid got his temper from.
"Sorry I said anything," she said rolling her eyes at him "is not like I snuck past the police line and saw all those poor women lying next to each other. Maybe if I had taken a greater interest in Clark's story, I would have gotten the guy caught sooner."
"You just love proving me wrong, don't you?" he said running a hand down his face. She was right and also had the right to feel angry at what that man did. At that moment, she saw Clark, not Superman but did her best not to show her shock, which didn't work at all, "what is it?"
"Nothing," she said fast turning away from him, "I got an article to write, see you around."
She got to the door and turned to find him gone without a single goodbye. She got to her office and wrote the article. She didn't have much to work with, but she made it a first pager just before dawn arrived. As she drove back to her apartment, she found making a turn in another direction. She didn't know where she was going until she spotted the old building where Clark lived. She knew he wasn't probably in the mood to talk, but she wasn't going to let him brood around the whole day, that was Batman's thing. She found Conner coming down the stairs.
"How is he?" she asked him immediately.
"It would be better if you left him alone for now," he told her unable to hide he felt uncomfortable talking to her about what happened. She wondered if heroes ever talked about those things at all. Or did they think that regular people wouldn't understand?
"Not a chance," she said passing him. She heard him sigh but didn't stop her. She had knocked on the door loudly three times before it opened with a shaggy looking Clark Kent standing on the other end. He was wearing sweatpants and a very loose shirt. His glasses looked as if he had slept on them as they were smudged and crooked.
"Not in the mood Lois," he said starting to close the door, but wasn't fast enough. Half her body was already through, and he had to open the door fully again.
"You don't get a choice," she said making her way to his small couch but opted to not sit. The place was covered with more take out than she could eat in a week. Okay, so the man of steel might not be able to drink his pain away but he sure made good use of his indestructible stomach. "If you are upset about me getting the story first, I would recommend you to take the with your tight wearing friend."
"I already wrote my cover of the story," he told her as he went to his bedroom, "you can get a cup of coffee and then leave." Then, he closed his door before she could say anything.
She was very tempted to just do as he said, but found herself walking to his door and then trying to open it. It was locked, but, of course, a locked door was never enough to stop her. After making good use of her credit card, she got the door to open. The room was in complete darkness after she closed the door behind her.
"Lois, go," he told her in his utmost stern voice.
She didn't reply as she walked towards his bed. She kicked her heels off and then pulled the covers before slipping in next to him. He turned his back on her, but that didn't stop her. She wrapped her arm around him and leaned her head to rest against his shoulder blade.
"You couldn't have known he hurt so many of them," she said in a soothing voice, "if it weren't for you, people would have never realized it to begin. He would have done the same to that girl if it hadn't been for you."
She felt his body shake and she found hers was doing the same. Tears were slipping down her face as she remembered all of those poor women lying on the floor. That monster that claimed to be a man hadn't cared how young or old they were. He hurt all of them equally and horribly.
Clark turned around before embracing her tightly against his chest. He didn't want her to see him cry so he leaned his lips on the crown of her head as she hugged him back. It wasn't long before they both fell to a peaceful slumber. There were no dreams they could remember, just calmness born from each other's presence.
It was midday when she woke up. Small slivers of light broke through his blinds enough to see they were still embracing each other. He was still sleeping and instead of waking him up so he would release her from his strong arms, she opted for remaining where she was. He was warm and though his skin could stop bullets it bent slightly at her touch even through his shirt. She wondered how that worked as she slipped her hand under his shirt and touched his flesh. She heard him gasp before he tightened his hold around her trapping her arm between their bodies. Great going Lois, the guy was mourning and here you are trying to cup a feel. She tried her best to wiggle her way out, but only achieved to stir the company depraved man even more until he was almost on top of her. It didn't help her skirt was riding up.
She decided to not move anymore and fake to be asleep when he woke up to give him a chance to get off her. Knowing him, he would think he did it in his sleep and apologize to her or he would know the truth, but still give into her. He usually did with her small whims. She leaned and placed her lips against his in a chaste kiss.
A hand took hold of her head and pushed her lips further against his. Her eyes snapped open as his were half-lidded. She could swear they shone in the dark like sapphires as he pulled back slightly with a smile. She had never seen him use that smile in public as either Superman or Clark Kent. It was a smile she hoped he only used with her.
He was on top of her the next moment, but using his arms so his full weight wouldn't fall on her. She was reminded of what they had been doing the previous morning, and she was sure Conner wouldn't return this time to interrupt. She had to make a choice here and now as he kissed down her neck and unbuttoned her shirt. That thought left out the window the moment she felt him against her tight and wondered if she could get him to use his outfit like this.
You need to break up with Jonathan Carroll.
A small voice in the back of her head whispered. She cursed that little voice and Conner, who had placed it there. If what they were doing was wrong, Clark would stop them. She was already unzipping her skirt when he pulled back. Damn Boy Scout!
"Lois," he said breathless, "are you sure?" he asked her.
He wasn't stopping them! She was fast to sit up and get him to remove his shirt before feeling down his chest until she reached the band of his sweatpants.
"What do you think?" she asked and then youthful laughter escaped his lips before bringing them down on hers with revenge. A thousand thoughts raced through her brain. The first was of course if that thing lying against her tight had just gotten bigger, followed closely by how much it was going to hurt. Not that he would hurt her on purpose, but this was the man that could bend a metal beam with his little finger. That was probably the reason why she hadn't seen him in a female company often. Oh, what had she gotten herself into!
Any thought of retreat left her mind the moment he pulled down her bra. Though it was semi-dark, she saw the blush on his face as he stared at her breast as if they were the greatest gift from humanity. She wanted to shout at him to stop staring at them, they were just breasts. His large hand cupped one slowly; pushing it up until the perky top was before his lips. He was looking at her and gave her that sinful smile again which almost had her crossing her legs. When he leaned down, his dark hair covered her view but she didn't need to see. She felt as his lips wrapped around her nipple and sucked tenderly as his hand squished her plump flesh almost painfully. When he pulled back, she found she wasn't breathing. Then she readied herself for his next assault but didn't expect him to pull back, even less get off the bed so his back was facing her.
She wanted to turn the light on so badly or open the blinds. She could see the silhouette of his body against the light, but the details escaped her.
"Lois, there is something I need to tell you before we go any further," he told her running a hand through his hair. It had taken him all his self-control to stop and he knew that if he turned to face her he would just give in.
"It can wait," she knew already and didn't want to lose any more time.
"But…" he started picking back, but it was enough to make him do the whole turn. She was kicking away the remains of her clothing and was now bare to him. She kneeled at the edge of the bed and gave him a stare that had him wondering if he would be able to survive if she decided to leave.
"Dammit Smallville! I am choosing you! It doesn't matter!" she said pulling his hand to rest on her hip.
"You are?" he asked incredulously as she pushed his sweatpants and shorts down. He heard her utter a little gasp at what she was facing.
"No, I just…" but she stopped her sarcastic return and took a deep breath, "Yeah, I am. Now come here before I decide to gag and tie you."
"Maybe another time," he said laughing again before pulling her bare body against his. He returned to her breast, but not for long. He started trailing sloppy kissed down until he reached her navel. As he ravished her body, she couldn't help imagining them in that same situation; the strongest man in the world tied and gagged for her to do as she wanted. She cursed Jimmy for telling her about that book.
"Are you thinking about it?" he asked her with a smile as he looked up at her with those penetrating eyes.
"Would you really let me do that to you?" she asked him intertwining her fingers on his dark hair.
"Anything you want," he told her as he continued his way down her body, but not before knocking her to her back with her knees in the air.
888
She was going to die, not literally of course, but it sure felt like it. Her body ached in places she didn't know existed and she was exhausted, still a silly smile spread on her face as she lay on his bed. She was glad he had gone to cook something for them to eat. He had barely been winged and she bet he would come back for more, and who was she to deny her gifts from him. She had never seen such a beautiful view as he got up from the bed, his skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat and bear for her eyes to take in. She almost whined when he wrapped his bathrobe around those perfect shoulder blades and tush.
She sat up when he opened the door and brought in a cup of that excellent coffee and a plate with food. She held the blankets to cover her breast as he set the plate on the nightstand next to her and handed her the cup.
"How come you don't look as tired as I feel?" she asked sipping from her cup. Of course, he wasn't going to be tired. She made sure to make a mental note to go back to the gym if she wanted to keep up.
"Lois, you don't have to act," he told her, "Conner told me that you know."
"I knew I couldn't trust that little- wait, you say that you knew that I knew, for how long?" her hands were trembling. He knew he had been blackmailing the kid that was like a brother to him.
"Last Saturday morning," he told her placing a hand on her shaking one, "Conner wasn't sure he was coming back, so he left me a message."
"So, how come I still have my memories?" or did she? She tried to remember all that she had done since she found about the great secret, but there wasn't anything missing.
"Because I didn't tell the League," he told her with a smile, "why else?"
"Because you worried I would reveal your secret to the public?" she had her backups, evidently Conner told him about it.
"That only works on Conner. I know you would have never done something like that," he said with a small laugh.
"So, you think you got me all figured out?" she said with a pout that made him want to take that coffee from her and then have his way with her all over again.
"The mystery that is Lois Lane is part of the reason why I want you so badly," he said leaning towards her as he placed a hand on her tight.
"Drinking coffee," she said turning away from him, to which he only laughed. She needed a little more time before round, what was it now? Eight or nine?
"So," he started sitting next to her, "you really meant it?"
"What?" but she knew what he meant.
"You chose me," he reminded her.
"Yeah," she said, "why?"
"Just making sure I didn't imagine it," he said before she turned to face him.
"You didn't," she said looking at him with a face that meant business, "I hope you know what this means."
"I get to buy you coffee every morning? Because I used to do that all the time when I was on the Planet," it more like she stole his so often that he usually came prepared with a second cup.
"That's just the beginning," she said, "you also get to take me out, and I don't go out just anywhere."
"You love Chinese takeout," he said with a smirk, "and bagels."
"And you also get to take me shopping, and wait for me trying out all of the outfits," she told him ignoring his interruption.
"You hate going shopping. You usually browse for new outfits online," he remembered seeing her more than once back when they worked across from each other. Then he said with a devilish smile, "but I wouldn't mind you modeling them for me."
"Who are you, and what have you done with Clark Kent?" she said slapping his chest. She laughed but then realized he wasn't, "is there something wrong?"
"Yeah," he said slipping his bathrobe off before pulling the blankets away from here, "is still too early for breakfast."
She couldn't believe she squealed as he took the cup of coffee from her before pinning her down. He, on the other hand, would never forget it.