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“So if you would be willing to excuse Clark for the afternoon,” Mayson continued, “you would be doing a favor not only to the city of Metropolis, but even beyond the borders of New Troy.”
He struggled to stifle a grin. The idea of working for Lois was laughable, even if she was talented. With a tiny desk in the far back of the newsroom, there was no way she looked at all like a supervisor, unless you took into account her commanding presence and editor-like scowl.
Lois caught his eye. Her earlier irritation seemed to have faded into the mist. He could tell she was silently deciding how she wanted to play this one out. “I understand,” she carefully told Mayson before turning her attention fully to Clark. “I suppose I could spare you for one afternoon. But hurry back,” she instructed him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he politely agreed. He smiled at Mayson and led her away from the newsroom straight-faced.
But he couldn’t keep the smirk off his face as Lois called after him, “And no monkey business.”
:ROFL
“Reform school,” he whispered. “It was a bum rap, but I learned a lot of useful things there.” He glanced around the room nervously before offering. “You want me to show you?”
I wonder if that is where he learned his hacking skills???
Clark Kent had a secret, and she was bound and determined to discover what it was.
Oh, dear!
The place just reminded her a little too much of Clark. What if he returned in the middle of the night and joined her? She scurried out of bed and jogged over to the kitchen. It took a bit of jiggling, but she managed to prop a chair securely under the front door’s knob.
Just a little bit paraniod still...
She felt silly as she climbed back into bed. If Clark had wanted to take advantage of her, he would have done it the last time she had visited. She remembered trying to tug him into the bedroom, but he was an immovable force in his resistance of her charms.
Yeah for the white knight from Smallville!
It wasn’t milk in the fridge that caught her fancy, though. It was the rocky road ice cream in the freezer.
Funny, I always look for drinkable milk in my freezer, too...
With nothing better to do, Lois found herself reading. And there it was as plain as day, “By Lois Lane and Clark Kent.”
HA!
“How was your hiking?”
Clark grinned to her annoyance. He obviously was enjoying his little secret, but she was sure to find him out sooner or later.
“It was as good, as always,” he reported.
“You ought to take me along sometime,” she suggested, coyly.
He shook his head. “You couldn’t handle it.” Her glare was so worth every dig. Still, the night was young and he didn’t want her to get too riled up. “Remember; you’re not even up to a little date among friends. You certainly wouldn’t want to commit to an entire weekend with me…” His eyes held her captive as he closed the space between them. “…just the two of us… alone in the woods.”
Woo-Hoo!
He followed her into the living room and debated where the best place was to sit: in the chair across from her where he could best make eye contact or on the couch next to her where his knee could accidentally bump hers. He sat on the couch.
Good choice!
I would have quoted the entire next section, but I was equally blown away by Lois's sharing (though I knew where she was heading) and then tickled that she was giving Clark the third degree with 20 questions (A game, as an adult , that I can no longer play because I know too many exceptions...)
“I was in the neighborhood,” Mayson explained, “and thought we could go over some facts.”
Oh, how pathetic can you be, woman! Show a little restraint! Your a DA for goodness sakes!!!
“Sure, we could do that,” he quickly agreed, knowing why she wanted to get this case in court in such a hurry.
And Clark is sooo dense, and I am not talking molecularly here.
And as for the rest of the story...
