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"Erm, you can't go in there, Miss-"
"Miss Luthor gave me permission to come and go as I- OH!"
Kara stopped dead in her tracks, having not expected the sight that greeted her in the LuthorCorp CEO's office. She adjusted her glasses, trying to pretend that she hadn't noticed what was going on, and looked down...
Only a little, though, as she peered over the rim of her spectacles...
Oh dear, she thought.
"Well, hello Kara. I wasn't expecting to see you today." Lena Luthor greeted her, planting her hands on her hips. "You'll have to excuse me; the silly barista poured my latte all over my blouse and my assistant", She aimed that heart stopping emerald gaze at her assistant, who stood in the door, "Who is skirting dangerously close to being fired, was supposed to hold my calls whilst I changed."
The assistant sighed and disappeared behind here, but Kara didn't really pay her any heed. Before her stood a beautiful woman, in a form fitting black bra and tight skirt, who was the sole subject of her attention at that moment. The DEO could call in a rogue Kryptonian bassett hound and she wouldn't hear them.
Lena looked breathtaking in the sunlight pouring in from the skies above National City.
Kara realised that she must have been staring, when Lena clearing her throat brought her out of her thoughts. "Like what you see, Kara?" She asked. When the Kryptonian looked up, she spotted the flirty half smile on the woman's face and felt herself blush.
"I, erm, well, yes... I suppose so." She replied.
Lena pouted playfully, "You 'suppose so'?" She asked, "You wound me." She put a delicate hand on her chest and looked down.
Worrying that she had offended her, Kara spluttered, "I'm sorry! I did-didn't mean to-"
"No, the damage is done." Lena said, a laugh in her voice. "I'd best slip into something more appropriate before I cause you to have a heart attack." She moved towards what Kara knew, from previous trips to the office, was a concealed wardrobe full of work appropriate wear, and pushed a concealed panel to open it. The CEO paused in the doorway, and turned to look over her shoulder at her visitor. "Help me choose a fresh blouse."
Kara fidgeted with her glasses for a brief moment, mumbling, "I'm sure you'll choose something appropriate-" before Lena cut in.
"Now, now, Miss Danvers", She said, "Don't be shy. You must have come here for another reason, other than to flirt with me?"
Kara felt her blush deepen, remembering the real reason that she had come to LuthorCorp. Fiddling in her bag, she pulled out her notepad and pencil, "Oh, yes, sorry." She fumbled. Why was she super confident when she was defending the planet, she wondered, or fighting crime with the DEO? And so uncomfortable when a beautiful woman was flirting with her. "Clark wanted me to ask a few questions for a follow up article."
"Very well", Lena mock sighed, "If we must work, we must work." Kara smiled, admiring the beauty of the woman before her... The way the bra and skirt hugged her delicate curves... She would never have believed that the woman was in any way associated with the inherent ugliness that was Lex Luthor.
She's adopted, she reminded herself.
Lena beckoned Kara towards the wardrobe with a dainty index finger and she willingly followed her inside. There wasn't much room to maneuvere... Which is probably why Lena wanted me to follow her and 'help her choose', she realised.
"So, what does Mr Kent need to know?" Lena asked, examining the rack of blouses before her. "Have I thanked you yet for the last article that you wrote about L-Corp?"
"Yes", Kara replied, trying to ignore how close she was standing to Lena. She could smell her hair, her perfume... She doesn't have any red Kryptonite in here, does she? Kara wondered. "You've been very kind with your compliments, Miss Luthor."
"Lena, please. I thought we were past all of the formalities of first meetings." She informed her, pulling a red satin blouse from a rack and holding it up. "What do you think?"
"Perfect." Kara replied.
Lena nodded, satisfied. "You've a good eye." She said. Kara smirked - the value of the blouse would probably feed a small, unemployed National City family for a week, but somehow this didn't seem to be high on her list of priorities right now. "Excuse me." Kara came back to reality as Lena brushed up against her. The proximity of the beauty made her tense up slightly.
Lena gave her a wide smile, "Relax, Kara. I don't bite."
She paused.
"Much."
Lena moved past her and back into the outer office. Kara adjusted her glasses, checking to make sure that they hadn't steamed up, and followed her. Lena was pulling on the blouse when she found her, standing by the doors to the balcony.
"Don't you worry about the paparazzi seeing you in your bra," Kara nearly choked on the word, "And selling the photos to a gossip tabloid in Gotham?"
"Not really," Lena replied, shrugging the blouse on and gesturing at one of the adjacent skyscrapers. "We own that building, although I believe that there is a grotesque little man in an office in that building, " She pointed at another building, "Who has a telephoto lens and the dream of a Pulitzer Prize." She offered a little wave in the direction she was pointing. "I really should have security pay him a visit."
Kara grinned at that. "Besides", Lena continued, "All the press seem to want at present are photos of Supergirl. I doubt she would be caught dancing around in the window of her apartment in nothing but bra and pants."
"You'd be surprised", Kara said, before slapping a hand over her mouth.
Had she really just said that aloud?
Lena turned to look her, a strange smile on her lips, "What was that?" She asked.
Kara re-arranged her glasses, cleared her throat, and said, "Well, doesn't everyone?" Lena smiled at that and started to fasten the buttons. Fortunately, Kara thought, the paparazzi don't know where I live. She looked down at her notepad, "I've forgotten why I came here now..."
The CEO finished fastening her top and tucked it into her skirt, smoothing it down firmly. After a moment, she looked up and presented herself with a smile,"How do I look?"
"Beautif- I mean, very smart." Stop stumbling over your words, Danvers, Kara chastised herself. She's only the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in the world, after all. And drop dead gorgeous with it...
"Thank you, Miss Danvers." Lena replied, with a mock bow. She glanced at her watch. "Now you'll really have to excuse me," She said, apologetically. "I've got a meeting with the board of directors and it's best not to be late." She looked sad, "Perhaps we could reschedule any further interview to, say, 8pm? You could join me for dinner?"
Kara felt her jaw drop. Dinner? Before she knew what she was saying, she heard herself say, "That sounds great, Miss Luth- Lena."
Lena beamed at her again. "Excellent. I'll have my driver pick you up at about 7:45, for 8." She prowled across the office like a predatory cat, to stand before Kara, and took one of her hands in her own. "You know how I hate being kept waiting."
"Indeed I do, Miss Luth-" Before Kara could say more, Lena brought a finger up to her lips and silenced her. Kara felt herself tingle at the intimate gesture.
"Lena, please." She smiled and moved to leave. "Until this evening, Miss Danvers."
And with that, she was gone...
Leaving Kara wondering what the hell had just happened...
And what she had gotten herself into...