You had never understood the appeal of those fairy tale fantasies where some absurdly attractive billionaire swoops in and changes everything. A world of drama, whirlwind adventures, and proclamations of love that bordered on obsession—it sounded exhausting at best, and downright terrifying at worst. Those stories belonged in books, in the safe confines of fiction. In real life? You were confident it was more of a red flag than a dream come true.
And yet, here you were, staring at a stunning woman who had just told you to get into her car. A Rolls Royce, no less.
She was gorgeous, objectively so. Black hair fell in soft waves around her sharp jawline, and her vibrant green eyes practically glowed against the creamy fairness of her skin. She looked like something out of a glossy magazine—elegant, unattainable. Snow White wished she could be as stunning as her.
But even the most beautiful face couldn’t stop the warning bells clanging in your head.
“I’m sorry… do I know you?” you asked cautiously, your eyes flicking to the driver in the front seat. Two against one weren’t odds you liked, and as tempting as it was to indulge the fantasy, your instincts screamed that this was a bad idea.
The woman’s lips curved into a soft smile, but there was a tension in her shoulders, as if she were trying not to fidget. “Where are my manners? I’m Lena Luthor.”
Lena Luthor. That name struck a faint chord of recognition, but your focus was elsewhere—like on the fact that this stranger knew where you were and had the gall to ask you into her car.
“Okay… but that doesn’t really answer my question. Let’s move on to question two—why exactly do you want me to get in your car?” Your tone was dry, but your unease crept into your voice.
Lena hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her perfect features before she took a measured breath. “Oh yes. I might have blurted that out without thinking, didn’t I? There’s really no way to make ‘get in my car’ sound less suspicious when you don’t know me.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You’re not wrong… so, are you going to tell me why?”
Lena shifted her weight, leaning slightly against the car as she met your gaze. Something softened in her expression, but that only made you more uneasy. Then she said your name, and your stomach sank.
“You… just keep appearing everywhere I go,” she admitted quietly.
A laugh escaped you—sharp, incredulous. “That can’t be possible. Believe me, I would’ve noticed you.” Your voice dipped into a wry tone. “You don’t exactly blend into a crowd.”
Her lips quirked upward at that, though there was a flicker of something deeper in her gaze—something wistful. “I’m glad you think so. But… you haven’t seen me.”
“Right,” you said, straightening. “And now I think I’m going to leave because, uh, this is starting to feel like stalker territory.”
“No!” The word came out quickly—too quickly. Lena grimaced, running a hand through her hair. “I know how it sounds, but I swear, I’m not a stalker. I’ve just… happened to be around when you’re around.”
Your skepticism must’ve been written all over your face because she groaned softly, shaking her head. “The first time I saw you was in front of L-Corp,” she began. “You were in a rush, and you bumped into me. You made me drop my tablet and phone. But then—” her eyes lit up slightly, as though the memory still charmed her—“you ran back. You picked them up, apologized, and handed them back to me. You even gave me your business card in case they needed repairs.”
She reached into her designer bag and pulled out a business card. It was battered and frayed, clearly having seen better days.
You took it hesitantly, frowning. “I haven’t worked for this company in years,” you murmured.
“I know,” Lena said softly. “I tried to reach out, but they told me you’d switched jobs.”
“Okay, but that was years ago. Why are you reaching out now?” Your suspicion only grew, and your fingers itched to pull out your phone.
Lena’s gaze dropped briefly to the pavement before she looked back up at you, her green eyes earnest. “I forgot about you for a while,” she admitted. “But then… I started seeing you everywhere. At my coffee shop. In the park. Even at events.”
She let out a short, rueful laugh. “At first, I thought it was just coincidence. But then I realized… I was waiting for a chance to talk to you. But you were always busy—on a call, working, or surrounded by people.”
You crossed your arms, trying to put some distance between yourself and the intensity of her gaze. “I don’t remember seeing you at all,” you said bluntly.
“I know,” Lena said with a small smile. “You were focused on other things…. You were always in your own little world”
You rubbed the back of your neck, letting out a nervous chuckle. “Oh... I’m sorry about that. I kinda get lost in my work sometimes,” you said, glancing away.
Lena chuckled softly, the sound surprisingly warm. “I noticed,” she replied, her tone carrying an edge of humor. “I saw you once with some documents and your laptop at the coffee shop. I tried to introduce myself, but…” Her voice trailed off as she offered a small, self-deprecating smile.
You frowned, tilting your head slightly. “But what?”
She hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to continue. Then she sighed, shaking her head. “You didn’t even look up,” she admitted, her cheeks tinting just the faintest shade of pink. “That’s when I noticed the earphones. It was obvious you couldn’t hear a thing. Honestly, my embarrassment got the better of me, and I just left.”
The image of her awkwardly retreating while you remained oblivious brought an unexpected smile to your face. “Ah, yes… my earphones are noise-canceling. Got them from your company, actually. So, really, this is all your fault for making such good products.” You teased, a sly grin tugging at your lips.
Lena blinked in surprise, and then she laughed for a moment, you could almost see past the intimidating billionaire persona.
“Fair point,” she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. “I suppose I should take responsibility for that.”
There was a brief pause before she spoke again, her tone gentler now. “There were other times too. I once saw you at the park near the pond.”
“Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
She nodded, her expression softening further. “You were feeding the ducks with an elderly woman. I don’t know what you were talking about, but you looked so… at ease, just listening to her. The way you smiled and nodded making small comments here and there, you could tell she felt heard. It was a rare moment of quiet kindness, and it caught my attention.”
“Oh… Myrtle,” you murmured, a fond smile pulling at your lips. “She loves those ducks. Calls them her ‘babies.’”
Lena’s smile deepened at your tone, but she quickly shifted her weight. “You went there often,” she continued. “Because I saw you nearly every time I visited around that hour.”
You narrowed your eyes slightly. “Were you going there at that time just to see me?”
Lena straightened, her cheeks pinkening again. “Of course not!” she said quickly, before faltering. “...Okay. Maybe not at first. But it became a nice part of my day. You were always so kind to her and the people around you—it was hard not to notice.”
The sincerity in her voice gave you pause. Her green eyes held something raw, something vulnerable, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. Finally, you let out a small chuckle.
“Well, at least you weren’t there to stalk me... at first, anyway,” you teased, though your tone lacked its usual sharpness.
“I wasn’t stalking you,” Lena insisted with a slight pout, though the corners of her lips twitched in amusement. “I was waiting for a chance to talk to you. But something always seemed to get in the way.”
You shook your head, a wry smile creeping onto your face. “Tell you what. Despite every logical part of my brain screaming at me to run away...”
“And your heart is telling you otherwise?” she interrupted, arching a perfectly sculpted brow, the teasing lilt in her voice unmistakable.
You laughed, shaking your head. “Stars, no. My eyes, on the other hand…” You let your gaze flicker over her for a moment, meeting her amused stare with a smirk. “One thing you should know—I’m pretty shallow.”
Lena blinked, her lips quirking upward. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” you said, leaning in slightly, “if you weren’t as attractive as you are, I would’ve called the cops by now.”
Her laugh came quickly, bright and genuine, as she studied you with unabashed curiosity. “You know,” she said after a moment, “for someone who’s admittedly shallow, you’re surprisingly honest.”
“Why pretend otherwise?” you replied with a shrug. “Lying’s too much work.”
Her gaze lingered on you, her smile softening. “I’ve noticed that about you,” she said, her voice quieter now. “Even in your snark, there’s a kind of openness. And while you might think you’re shallow, I’ve seen you be more interested in things beyond their exterior. You don’t even realize it, do you?”
The weight of her words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. You searched her face for any sign of manipulation, but all you found was a sincerity that made your chest tighten.
You cleared your throat . “You know what,” you said, trying to inject a bit of levity into your tone, “I want to hear more about your totally-not-stalking-me habits. But…” You gave her a pointed look, then gestured to the Rolls Royce. “I’m not getting in your car. Why don’t you take me out for lunch instead? There’s a restaurant near here.”
You extended your hand to her, watching as she blinked in surprise. For a moment, Lena seemed caught off guard. Her emerald eyes searched yours, as though trying to decipher whether this was a genuine offer or another of your sarcastic remarks. Finally, she smiled, the edges of her lips curling into something softer, and she reached out, her fingers brushing yours as she took your hand.
“I’m actually surprised you agreed to spend any time with me at all,” Lena said as you began leading her down the bustling sidewalk.
“I grew up with Twilight,”
Lena raised a perfectly arched brow, intrigued but clearly lost. “What does Twilight have to do with anything?” she asked, her voice holding a note of genuine curiosity, though the playful glint in her eyes betrayed her amusement.
You couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head at her confusion. “You know, Twilight—the books, the movies. Girl falls for a guy who’s obviously been stalking her, and instead of calling the cops, she just... goes with it because he’s hot. I’m basically doing the same thing right now.”
Lena tilted her head, her lips curling into a sly smirk as her pace fell in step with yours. “So, what you’re saying is, I’m your Edward Cullen?”
Her voice was rich with humor, her green eyes sparkled, and for a moment, you forgot where you were.
You laughed, shaking your head as you glanced at her. “Well, you do drive a fancy car, and you’re giving off that whole ‘mysterious, brooding billionaire with a secret’ vibe. So yeah, sure, why not. For the record though, I preferred Rosalie”
Lena hummed thoughtfully, her smile widening as though she were savoring the banter. But there was something in her gaze now—an intensity you couldn’t quite place. It was subtle, just beneath the surface, like she was trying to figure out how much of yourself you were willing to show her.
“I suppose there’s a bit of truth to that,” she said finally. “But I promise, no blood-sucking involved.”
You smirked at that. “I should hope not. I draw the line at immortality—one life is more than enough, thank you very much.”
“About lunch,” she said, her tone shifting to something quieter, more serious. “Are you sure? I mean, I’ve clearly made a mess of my introduction. The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable.”
“Honestly?” you said after a beat, your voice softening. “I’m a little curious now. And besides, worst-case scenario? I end up as either a sparkling vampire or in a ditch somewhere. Not sure which is worse... probably the sparkling vampire.”
That earned you another laugh from her, this one lighter, less restrained. “Being a sparkling vampire is worse than being dead in a ditch?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Well, yeah,” you replied, trying to keep a straight face. “Imagine becoming an apex predator, only to sparkle like a dollar-store stripper for the rest of eternity.”
Lena pressed her lips together, clearly trying to hold back her laughter, but the sound escaped anyway—a melodic, unguarded laugh that made you smile despite yourself. “Dollar-store stripper,” she repeated, shaking her head. “Honestly.”
As the laughter faded, you found yourself sneaking a glance at her. Her guard was down, her expression softer than you’d seen it all afternoon.
For the rest of the walk, you tried—tried—to put her off, to break whatever ridiculous image she had built up about you in her mind. But no matter what you said or did, it only seemed to amuse her more. Her sharp wit matched yours effortlessly, and by the time you reached the restaurant, you were no closer to pushing her away than you had been when you started.
Later on: The sunlight poured into the room through half-drawn curtains, painting golden stripes across the luxurious sheets. You groaned as you sat up, cradling your aching head in your hands. Every sound—from the distant hum of city life to the faint rustle of the silk sheets—felt like a hammer to your skull.
“Ugh… why did I drink so much?” you muttered, rubbing your temples as you let yourself fall back onto the impossibly soft mattress.
The warmth next to you shifted, and you turned your head just in time to see Lena waking up. Her hair was slightly tousled, her green eyes heavy with sleep yet still sharp enough to make your heart skip. She stretched languidly, like a cat basking in the sun, before her gaze fell on you.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice low and soft, as her lips curled into a smile.
You couldn’t help but smile back, despite the pounding in your head. “It would be if I didn’t have a banging headache… ugh… why did I let myself drink so much?”
Lena chuckled. “You had, what… two beers and a shot?”
Her comment made you freeze for a moment before you flushed. Grabbing a pillow, you lightly smothered her face with it, eliciting a burst of laughter from her.
“Stop laughing!” you grumbled, though the hint of a smile betrayed your tone.
Lena pushed the pillow aside effortlessly, sitting up with an elegance that felt almost unfair. “You’re such a lightweight,” she teased, her eyes dancing with amusement.
“Not all of us can handle an entire bottle of scotch,” you shot back, rubbing your forehead. “I swear, your liver and kidneys must hate you.”
Lena shrugged, her chuckle soft as she leaned back against the headboard. “If I remember correctly, it’s your fault. You kept winning at poker, and I’m not one to back down from a challenge.”
You let out a huff, glancing at her sideways. “Yes, well, I thought strip poker would’ve been too much for a first meeting.” You gestured around the room, your tone dry. “And yet, here we are.”
Her laughter came easily, but there was something else in her expression now—a tenderness that felt almost disarming. As you swung your legs over the side of the bed and began searching for your clothes, you felt her presence behind you.
A soft kiss landed on your bare shoulder, her lips warm against your skin. You stiffened slightly, the unexpected intimacy catching you off guard. Turning your head, you saw Lena there, her hair falling over one shoulder, her expression uncharacteristically serious.
“Lena?” you asked, your voice cautious, unsure of the shift in the air between you.
She hesitated for a beat, as if choosing her next words carefully. Then, with a small, almost nervous smile, she whispered, “Marry me.”
Your brain short-circuited. Whatever you were holding—your shirt? Your pants?—slipped from your fingers, crumpling to the floor.
“...Marry you?” you echoed, blinking at her in stunned disbelief. You turned fully to face her, searching her expression for any sign she was joking. “I—what?”
Lena didn’t falter. Her gaze held yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. “I know we’ve only known each other for a little while,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the vulnerability in her eyes.
“A little while?” you repeated incredulously. “Lena… we met yesterday. We had lunch, got drunk, slept for eight hours, and that’s it. That’s the whole timeline!”
She smiled faintly, stepping closer. “I’m aware. But I also know… I’m going to love you. And you’re going to love me.”
You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, stepping back instinctively. “Lena, I’m a shallow person. I get blinded by pretty faces like yours, but I can’t just marry you because of that. I don’t know you.”
“You didn’t have fun yesterday?” she asked, her tone light but her gaze unwavering.
“Of course I did,” you admitted, your voice softening despite yourself. “I enjoyed our conversations, the day we spent together—”
“And?” she prompted, her lips quirking upward ever so slightly.
Your face went red as you turned away, suddenly very interested in the floor. “And it was… great in bed. More than great.” The heat in your cheeks grew unbearable. “It was incredible,” you mumbled, feeling like the words might combust in your mouth.
“Then what’s the problem?”
You turned back to her, throwing your arms up in exasperation. “The problem is I don’t know you! Marriage is... it’s huge, Lena! You’re acting like it’s no big deal.”
She stepped closer again, her hands gently resting on your shoulders. Her touch was light, but it grounded you, kept you from spiraling further. “You’ll have time to get to know me,” she said simply, her voice soft yet resolute. “We can do that while we plan the wedding.”
You gawked at her, your jaw practically hitting the floor. “You’re serious.”
“Of course I’m serious.” She smiled and leaned up to press a kiss to your cheek. “And as for the risk of it not working out… well, nothing worth having comes without risk.”
You stared at her, struggling to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you—disbelief, frustration, and, to your own surprise, a faint glimmer of something that felt like hope.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” you muttered finally.“…so what, we’re just going to plan a wedding, with the risk of it not working out?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“For one, it’s a waste of money,” you countered, running a hand through your hair, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions Lena had stirred in you.
Her fingers brushed against your jawline as she leaned in, her lips pressing gently against yours in a kiss that made you forget your own name. When she pulled back, her green eyes locked with yours, filled with an intensity that made it impossible to look away.
“Let me worry about that, okay?” she said, her voice steady yet laced with a tenderness that made your chest tighten.
“What? No, Lena.” You shook your head, your tone firm even as your resolve wavered under her gaze. “I don’t want you to waste your money on… this.”
“Look at it as helping out small businesses,” she replied, her lips curving into a playful smile. “Either way, they’ll get paid.”
You let out a breath, glancing away as you tried to gather your thoughts. Her calm confidence was infuriating—and yet, it was also part of what made her so captivating.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” you muttered, finally meeting her gaze again.
“And you’re still here,” she shot back, her smile softening into something more vulnerable.
You smirked despite yourself, shaking your head. “I could be a serial killer, you know.”
“You’re not,” she replied simply, without hesitation.
“Fine,” you said, your lips quirking upward. “You could be a serial killer.”
Lena’s laugh bubbled up, light and genuine. “Believe me,” she said, her voice full of humor, “of all the crimes a Luthor has committed, being a serial killer isn’t one of them.”
A laugh escaped you before you could stop it, the absurdity of the moment catching you off guard. “Oh, good,” you said dryly. “That reassures me so much. What should I be worried about then? The IRS kicking down our door to get their tax money?”
Lena rolled her eyes, a mock-exasperated smile playing on her lips. “Love, no. The IRS doesn’t come to collect the money themselves, you know.” She stepped closer, her hands lightly resting on your shoulders as she leaned in to press another kiss to your bare shoulder.
You couldn’t help but chuckle, the tension in your chest easing just a bit. Scooping her up effortlessly, you carried her back toward the bed.
“You’re right,” you said, a teasing grin pulling at your lips. “Those four-eyed nerds at the IRS probably don’t have the leg or core strength to kick down a door.”
Lena’s laughter spilled out again, full and uninhibited, as she tilted her head to look up at you. “They are not nerds,” she replied, shaking her head but still smiling.
You set her gently on the bed and climbed in beside her, watching as she stretched out like she owned every inch of the space—and honestly, she probably did. Her hair fell around her like an inky halo, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she met your gaze.
“So…” she began, her tone soft yet brimming with anticipation. “Is that a yes?”
You hesitated, your mind racing. The logical part of you screamed that this was insane—agreeing to marry someone you’d known for less than 24 hours. But then there was Lena, sitting there like a force of nature, radiating confidence and sincerity in equal measure.
You exhaled slowly, the tension in your shoulders finally easing as you looked into her eyes. “Oh… why the hell not?” you said with a laugh, the absurdity of the situation finally catching up to you. “I mean, if you didn’t kill me yesterday when I was drunk, why would you do it now?”
As your wild story came to an end, you and your friend dissolved into laughter, clinking your glasses together with a sense of shared amusement. You leaned back in your seat at the bar, still grinning as the absurdity of the scenario sank in—a billionaire romance fantasy straight out of a cheesy novel, starring none other than Lena Luthor as your imaginary, over-the-top love interest.
"Honestly," you said between chuckles, “who even thinks that’s realistic? A mysterious billionaire showing up, sweeping you off your feet, and proposing after one date? It’s like a bad fanfiction.”
Your friend, still giggling, shook her head and took a sip of her drink. “Exactly! But come on, if Lena Luthor really came up to you, I think you’d react a little differently.”
You snorted, waving the idea off. “Yeah, right. If Lena Luthor came up to me and said anything, I’d probably forget how to breathe, let alone speak. Can you even imagine?”
What you didn’t realize, of course, was that a few seats away, the actual Lena Luthor was sitting with none other than Kara Danvers. They were sharing drinks, enjoying a rare night off from their busy lives. Lena, impeccably dressed in a tailored black blazer and silk blouse, was nursing a glass of wine while Kara, clad in her usual casual chic, had a beer in hand.
Kara’s sharp hearing picked up your conversation over the ambient noise of the bar, and she froze mid-sip, her eyes darting toward you and your friend. A grin spread across her face as she turned to Lena, nudging her in the arm.
“Hey, Lena,” Kara said, her voice brimming with mischief. “You’ll never guess what I just overheard.”
Lena raised a brow, setting her glass down gracefully. “Do I want to know?”
“Oh, absolutely.” Kara leaned in closer, her grin widening. “These two,” she said, gesturing subtly toward your table, “just made up a story about you. It’s... something.”
Lena’s brow furrowed slightly, intrigued despite herself. “What kind of story?”
Kara, barely able to contain her amusement, whispered the gist of it: the ridiculous marriage proposal, the billionaire romance clichés, and your vivid descriptions of how you’d react if Lena ever approached you. Lena’s initial reaction was a mix of disbelief and amusement, her lips parting in surprise before she pressed them together, trying to hold back a laugh.
“There’s no way someone made up something that over the top about me,” Lena said, though the playful glint in her eyes suggested she didn’t entirely mind.
“Oh, they did,” Kara confirmed with a nod. “Apparently, you’re a billionaire heartbreaker who proposes marriage after one date. The whole thing’s hilarious.”
Lena’s lips twitched upward into a slow, mischievous smile. She swirled the wine in her glass thoughtfully, glancing in your direction.
“I have to say… it’s so ridiculous, it’s almost flattering,” she admitted, chuckling softly.
“You know what would be funnier?” Kara said, nudging Lena again.
“What?”
“If you went over there and introduced yourself,” Kara said, grinning ear to ear. “Imagine their faces when they realize you’re actually here.”
Lena hesitated for a moment, her gaze lingering on you and your friend as you laughed together, blissfully unaware of her presence. “Why would I do that?” she asked, though her tone was more curious than dismissive.
“Come on, Lena. You’re the mysterious billionaire in their story,” Kara teased. “It’s practically fate. Plus, I promise you, their reaction will be priceless.”
Lena let out a quiet sigh, but there was no hiding the amused glint in her eyes as she straightened her blazer. “Fine,” she said, the corners of her lips quirking into a playful smile. “But if this backfires, I’m blaming you.”
With a confidence that seemed almost effortless, Lena rose from her seat, adjusted her coat, and made her way toward your table. She moved gracefully through the bustling bar, drawing more than a few curious glances as she passed.
You and your friend were still laughing, caught up in the lingering absurdity of your made-up scenario, when a shadow fell over your table.
“Mind if I join you?” a smooth, familiar voice asked.
Your laughter died instantly. Your gaze snapped upward, and your breath hitched in your throat. There, standing just across from you, was Lena Luthor. The Lena Luthor.
Her dark hair framed her face perfectly, and her green eyes sparkled with amusement as she regarded you with a slight tilt of her head. Her presence was magnetic, and in that moment, she looked every bit the billionaire powerhouse you’d imagined—and then some.
Your friend froze beside you, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, clearly struggling to contain her laughter.
“I…” You tried to form words, but your mouth felt suddenly dry, and your brain had apparently decided to abandon ship. “Uh…”
Lena’s lips curved into a smirk, and she gestured casually to the empty chair. “May I?”
You managed a shaky nod, still staring at her as she slid into the seat with an elegance that made the simple act look like an art form.
“I couldn’t help but overhear,” Lena began, her tone light and conversational but laced with a playful edge. “Apparently, I’ve proposed to you, planned a wedding, and reassured you that I’m not a serial killer. Quite the night, wouldn’t you say?”
Your face turned crimson as you buried your head in your hands, wishing the floor would swallow you whole. “I hate the universe,” you muttered, your voice muffled against your palms. “That was a joke. I didn’t think—” You groaned. “I’m so sorry.”
Lena chuckled softly, leaning forward and resting her arms lightly on the table. Her green eyes sparkled with amusement, and her posture was relaxed, as if she were thoroughly enjoying this unexpected turn of events. “No need to apologize,” she said, her voice low and velvety. “Honestly, I’m flattered. And a little curious—do you always make up elaborate stories about billionaires sweeping you off your feet, or am I just special?”
Beside you, your friend was practically choking on her laughter, one hand over her mouth and the other clutching her drink. Tears of mirth were already threatening to spill as she leaned away from the table, unable to contain herself.
“Not always,” you mumbled, peeking out from behind your hands. Your sheepish grin was a poor attempt to salvage your dignity. “It was just a fun conversation—nothing serious.”
Lena’s lips curved into a genuine smile, the playful tilt of her head making it clear she wasn’t upset. “Well,” she said, her voice warm, “I have to say, I do appreciate the creative liberties you took with my character. It’s not every day I get to hear a version of myself that stalks someone for years and proposes marriage after spending the night with the person I stalked.”
You cringed internally, heat creeping up your neck. “I—uh—” you stammered, but her soft laugh cut through your embarrassment like a balm.
“Though,” Lena continued, her smile softening, “if I were going to sweep someone off their feet, I might not start with the whole ‘get in my car’ bit.”
You blinked at her in surprise, your mortification momentarily forgotten. Was she… playing along?
Even your friend seemed stunned into momentary silence, her laughter dwindling as she glanced between you and Lena.
“Well,” you said, recovering quickly, “at least we’re on the same page about that. I think I’d need a little more than just a nice car.”
Lena chuckled as she leaned back slightly in her chair. Over her shoulder, Kara gave a cheerful thumbs-up from across the bar, her grin widening when Lena caught her eye.
“Good to know,” Lena said, turning her attention back to you. “No Rolls Royce, then. How about a drink instead?” Her green eyes flicked to yours, and the playful glint in them sent your heart skipping.
You matched her smile, albeit nervously. “Only if there’s an engagement ring in that drink by the end of the night,” you teased, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.
Her laugh was genuine, her shoulders shaking slightly as she tilted her head to the side, pretending to think. “Hmm,” she said, her lips curling mischievously. “You’re skipping the bedroom scene entirely. That seems unfair.”
Your face turned beet red, your breath catching as your mind tried to decide if she was serious or just teasing you. “I—uh—” you stammered before finally blurting out, “I’m going to need a couple more drinks for that.”
“Oh yes,” Lena quipped with a sly smile, her voice laced with humor. “Two beers and a shot, right?”
You groaned, but the grin tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Only if you can handle a whole bottle of scotch.”
Lena’s smile widened, her eyes dancing with amusement. “Only if you let me drink it off of you,” she replied smoothly, her tone a perfect balance of teasing and challenge.
Your jaw dropped, and your friend—clearly delighted by the interaction—casually reached over to close your mouth. “That’s a yes,” she said to Lena, laughing so hard she had to clutch her stomach. “Though, if you’re planning to go through with that, you might want to do it before she passes out from embarrassment.”
“I am not embarrassed!” you squeaked, your voice a pitch higher than usual. Clearing your throat, you forced a more composed tone. “I just—wasn’t expecting… that.”
“Right,” your friend teased, rolling her eyes dramatically. “While you have fun with your billionaire fiancé, I’m going to go hang out with Ms. Luthor’s pretty blonde friend over there, alright?” She gestured toward Kara, who raised her glass in mock salute.
You gawked at her retreating form, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “She’s abandoning me,” you muttered under your breath.
“She’s giving us privacy,” Lena corrected, her lips quirking into a knowing smile as she leaned closer, her green eyes sparkling.
“So,” she said, her voice soft but teasing, “where were we?”
You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head. “I think we were about to get blackout drunk.” Then, with a self-deprecating smile, you added, “Though, judging by how red my face is, I might already be halfway there.”
Lena laughed, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. “I’ll go get your two beers,” she said, rising gracefully and heading toward the bar, leaving you to wonder how in the world you’d managed to land yourself in this ridiculous, wonderful situation.