Hi Barbara!
It’s already Friday…hmm…okay, Saturday, again!
Lois was furious with Clark. He was going to blow the entire investigation just because of his stupid infatuation with his dog
He happens to like dogs. Nice dogs. Puppy dogs. Mad dogs. She should be happy it’s not the infatuation with the propitiator.
She was Lois Lane - she didn’t make compromises and for good reason.
So…not good at this partner shtick?
Her mouth ran dry and it took a conscious effort to drag her eyes away from him.
There might be a teensy weensy possibility that she might be attracted to him?
She was here to investigate a crime, not her rookie colleague.
But he needs a good investigation. Otherwise, Cat might investigate the new meat, I mean coworker, herself.
Lois whipped around, taking in the man’s leer as he let his gaze drift over her body and the skimpy yellow chicken dress she wore. A surge of anger filled her and she was about to give the sleazy guy a piece of her mind, when she remembered that she was undercover herself.
Yep, as a dance girl. Meant to entertain the sleazy patrons.
The outfits were supposed to be revealing and Lois was sure that the male audience wasn’t going to have any complaints in that respect.
Patron 1: Those animals don’t appear to be anatomically correct.
Patron 2: Neither is Catwoman. Still nice to look at.
Patron 1: Point.
What was it about Clark that turned her emotions into such a confusing jumble?
Hormones…
How had he managed to get her attention? Her heart raced with excitement, but also something else.
See? Told ya she will wouldn’t like that.
But Lois could almost feel how their gazes met, how there was that brief moment the world stopped turning just for them. Something was going on that she had no explanation for. It was some kind of magic.
Awww, clever!
Another week. Another sweet helping of magical fun
Michael
