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The Magical Bar Trick	By : Faline Category: Smallville > General Views: 2507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I�m putting the last glasses away for the night when the voice that�s been haunting my dreams is suddenly coming from right next to me. �You know, you really need an assistant manager.�

I glance over my shoulder, seemingly unfazed with seeing Lex Luthor standing mere feet behind me, around the bar, and in my personal domain. �And why is that Mr. Luthor?�

He chuckles, a small and pitiful attempt at sounding humored. �You work too much. My sources tell me you work every day of the year. Doesn�t that get a little tedious? Spending the best years of your life in a dark and smoky room?�

His sources eh? I guess I�m being official spied on now. I shrug, still not turning. �I have to pay for my bills somehow. And, believe it or not, this bar is struggling to stay in the black and I am missing more meals than I�m comfortable with.�

There�s no answer to that one. Perhaps I�ve made him feel bad for questioning my dedication. It shouldn�t feel so bad to put him in his place, but it does.

Finished with the glasses, I move onto the counter top, giving it one final wipe down. I start at one end, working my way toward the other. Unfortunately, he seems intent on holding my attention and stays parked, right in the middle, refusing to move even as I swipe the rag next to a cashmere clad arm. I stop my motions and look up at him. That was a mistake. His eyes must be magical. They capture me instantly. �What are you doing here?�

�I came to talk. I�ve been thinking about you.�

�Now that strikes me as odd. It�s not like I�m someone who�s different or special. I�m like any woman. I don�t see why you�d find it necessary to divert any more of your precious time for me.�

He places a hand over his heart and has the good graces to look affronted. �Well, for one thing, you saved my life. I always like to repay the people who manage that task.�

My eyes narrow. This is a new game for me. I�ve never really saved anyone�s life before and I have no idea what kind of reward or repayment he might have in mind. His hand reaches into his pocket and pulls out a plain white envelope. It�s the size of a large greeting card, however the paper is much to heavy and lush-looking to be a regular thank you note.

I take it and turn it over. My fingertips pass over the wax seal, imprinted with two cursive L�s entwined. I break the seal and pull out an elegant invitation. At least I think it�s an invitation. The same L�s are on the front of it. I open the card and read.

I read it over twice, just to make sure I understand this. Looking up at him, incredibly confused, I sigh, not quite comprehending. �Let me get this straight. You want me to come to a party/ball that your father, the illustrious and badly thought of Lionel Luthor, is throwing in honor of finding you a wife? What the fuck kind of joke is this?�

�No joke. I�d like you to come.�

�Why? Why would you possibly want me there? Surely you can�t imagine that I�d make a good wife. Look at me, I�m a fucking bartender.�

�I�d like you to come as a friend, moral support if you will. I could use it, and I think you could use a night out.� He pressed his lips together; a tempting pleading look. �Will you come?�

I look down at the invitation again. It�s so obviously a black tie affair. I�d have nothing to wear. There�s bound to be hundreds of elite, socialite women looking to snag a certain sexy bald business man as well. I�ll stick out like a sore thumb.

�Don�t worry about not having anything to wear, by the way. I�ll send over my mother�s old stylist and he�ll have you fixed up in no time.�

Well, that certainly takes care of one dilemma. However, something makes me believe that I�ll still never fit in with those women even dressed and cleaned up just like them. He closes the space between up, putting both hands on my arms and my eyes are drawn against my will to his face.

�Please, come. As my guest and friend.� With the soft tone and the look in his eyes, he�s making it exceedingly difficult for me to say no to him. Very difficult. As he raises a hand to my cheek, my resolve crumbles.

�All right.�

He grins. Full on, 100 watt grin mere inches in front of me. It�s such a beautiful smile, so well hidden but worth the wait. His other hand raises and his thumbs brush the skin on either side of my mouth. Against my will, that particular body part falls open slightly, and a breath sigh escapes my lips. Something about this man must make every woman in a ten foot radius want to strip naked and do unmentionable things to him.

I lean forward, impulsively and place a kiss on his lips. He responds instantly, drawing my mouth closer with his, melding the spaces between us shut with a gentle persistence and wicked promise. It�s so much better than I ever thought it would be.

And his phone rings. We both groan and swear softly as we pull apart. �Your friends have horrible timing.�

�Actually, I set my phone to accept a call from only one number, the only one I�m never allowed to block.�

I raise and eye brow and one hand drops as he retrieves his phone and answers it. �Hi Dad. You have impeccable timing, as always.�

I pull away, ready to give him his privacy, but his other arm drops around my waist and pulls me back to him. He rests his chin on my head and I decide that I might as well make the most of the current positioning. My cheek falls to his shoulder and both of my arms twine around his waist.

He�s very lean and built. This makes me very happy and giddy, thinking about what a body like that is capable of. The things that a man could do, given the right-

�Yeah, I�m just delivering the last invitation. I�ll swing by the penthouse on my way back to the Mansion.�

All this talk of expensive living quarters makes me shiver as I think of the cold and hateful house I�ll be going back to in about a half an house. It especially makes me think of the family that will be waiting for me. I frown at that thought and Lex leans back, looking down at me a little strange, almost as if he knows that I�m thinking unhappy thoughts.

�I�ll talk to you in a bit Dad.� He ends the call and the phone returns, forgotten, to his pocket. Placing a chaste kiss on my forehead, he lets his arms fall. Without his warmth, I feel his pull waning and it�s like a light has been switched on. I can think again.

�Unfortunately, I must make another hasty departure.�

�You seem to be prone to hasty departures in my bar. It�s a pity, seeing such a nice ass walk away.� Snappy is once again the mode de jour. He chuckles, not looking very offended.

�I�ll send a car around to your house-�

�NO!� He wasn�t expecting that outburst. �I�m not sure how you know where I live exactly, but I�ll be here. You might as well send that stylist of yours here as well.� Confusion dances prettily across his features and he frowns. It makes me sad to see him sad and I have to give myself a good mental beat down.

�All right. I�ll send a car around here at seven tomorrow. Thank you again.�

�For what?�

�For giving me something to look forward to tomorrow.� I swear he shakes his ass just a little as he walks away.
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