You know, Michael Vaughn is a lucky bastard. I love the guy like a brother, I do, but he really is a lucky bastard.

Why you ask? Witness the gorgeous blonde that is his wife currently walking toward us. Chloe Vaughn is a knockout.

"Eric," She sighs dramatically, leaning against me and draping an arm around my neck. Did I mention that aside from being a knockout, Chlo' smells damn good? Cause, you know, she does. The kind of good that makes it hard for a guy to think clear. She might be my best friend's wife but, hey, I'd have to be dead not to notice, okay?

"Yeah, Chlo'?" Leaning back, I look up into her cheerful face.

"We need to have a torrid affair."

Words like that? So not allowed to be spoken by a woman like that. Even jokingly said they conjure up images a man really shouldn't be having about his best friend's wife.

Speaking of said friend, I'm forgetting, this is prime torture time. Chloe's the best partner in crime for it.

"Sure, Chlo', sounds like a plan. May I ask what brought on this sudden attack of infidelity?"

With a playful pout and a meaningful look at her husband, she perches on the edge of my desk. "Kings start a series against Chicago tonight...at least I think it was Chicago. And..." she waves a hand, "you know how it goes."

"Ah, the tragic and neglected life of a hockey widow. You're much too young and too beautiful a lady to be exiled to such a cruel fate." Mike grins as I put on my best scolding look and turn toward him. "Abandoning your extremely gorgeous and irresistible young wife for a hockey game? Bad move, man."

"It's no use." Chloe exhales with a shrug, patting my shoulder. "I already tried everything. Champagne, lingerie, soft music - the whole package. Nothing." She gives her hands another little toss. "His devotion is true." She gives me a wicked little grin. "So, game starts at eight -- how about we leave Mike to his game and have a little dinner and dessert."

She gives me a playful little leer which Chloe really shouldn't be capable of...what with the smalltown Kansas girl thing going on. Yeah, I know, she was born in Metropolis but, come on, girls who grew up in places named *Smallville* should not be able to look at men like that.

"Hey Mike, me and Chloe're gonna run home and have hopefully amazingly great sex on every available surface, right, Chlo'?"

She ruffles my hair, laughing softly, and it's easy to see why Vaughn fell in love with her. Who could resist those eyes? "Mmhmm..all night. Which is fine by you, right Mike?"

Damn Chloe Vaughn can do sweet and innocent like nobody's business. Anybody who looked at her right now would have never dreamt in their most wildest imaginings she was teasing her husband about having sex with his best friend.

Did I mention he was a lucky bastard? Cause, you know, he is. Hugely.

"Yeah, sure, Chlo'," Moving to grab something out of the printer, Mike gives her a distracted kiss on the cheek and she looks at me.

"See?" Chloe gestures at him. "I am not loved, I'm telling you Eric, he's already thinking about that damn game." She winks. "How about we get a jumpstart on tonight here? Just clear off the desk and have at it?"

I grin back at her. Did I mention Chloe has a diabolical sense of humor?

"Sure thing, gorgeous, mind if I move the computer? The IT guys get mad if you break it in the throes of adulterous passion."

Mike only looks like he's not paying attention. "Break a lot of computers that way, Weiss?"

"Tons."

We share a grin and he shakes his head. "Coming over to watch the game? A few friends of Chloe's are in town and I need the backup."

Chloe rolls her eyes and Mike's grin widens. I know for a fact he loves aggravating her. He says she's cute when she's aggravated -- a fact Chloe would hotly dispute. Something else Mike would say was cute, which would make her argue all the more. It's a vicious cycle really.

Highly amusing stuff for the painfully single friend. If a guy has to live vicariously through his friends, Mike and Chloe are a damn good choice.

"Friends?" I ask, curious. "What friends?"

"Clark, Whitney, Pete..." Chloe shrugged. "Maybe Lex."

It's Mike's turn to roll his eyes and remind me, " The reporter, marine, senator and billionaire respectively."

Quickly I put faces to the names, I'd met them all at the wedding and now I'm the one rolling his eyes. "Chloe, honey, you have to get some *normal* friends."

She grins at me. "They *are* normal."

"Chlo', they couldn't be anymore not normal if Superman were the one bringing the dip!"

You know, it still bugs the hell out of me that they never did tell me why they found that so damn funny...because I have no idea. I really don't.

Finis

 

None of them is mine but if somebody wants to give me Michael Vartan...I wouldn't say no *G*

 

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