Bar Top Romance

Tony Stark had always thought that he would have Pepper Potts by his side for the rest of his life, if not as his girlfriend then at least as his assistant. But things change and a few weeks after a surprisingly calm break up (calm assurances from Tony and buckets of tears from Pepper), his ex-girlfriend became his ex-assistant when she decided to settle down with one Happy Hogan. Which is why he was sitting in his room at the Stark Tower, awaiting the replacement Pepper had gotten him.

You were not a happy trooper. Not that you normally were but today is an exceptionally bad day for you. First your employer of 8 years tells you that he is no longer in need of your services, he then sends you half way around the world to be employed by some egoistical bastard named Tony Stark; all of that with less than 24 hours of notice. But reality dictates that you needed a job, so you had no choice but to accept the arrangement. Which is why you are standing in the elevator at Stark Tower, headed for the highest floor.
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“Come in,” a monotonous voice stated crisply as the elevator door opened. There lounging on the couch like he owned the place (and he does) is Tony Stark, your new employer. “Hi sir, I’m (f/n) (l/n), nice to meet your acquaintances,” you greeted as you stood before then man. He nodded flippantly, “Nice to meet you and all that crap, here’s the deal. You’ll never be as good as my last assistant, you probably never will be, but I respect Pepper and her sense of judgment, so I’ll assume that you’re better than those other leggy blondes I could have lining up working for me. Now my kitchen is that way and my bar is to your right, do me a favor, make me an Irish coffee and something for lunch, then cancel my appointments for the rest of the day. If you can manage all that, maybe I’ll let you go to that press conference in my stead later this evening. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in my private workshop.” With that, the infamous Stark walked off without a second glance at you.

Down at his workshop, Tony was tinkering with yet another version of his suit when JARVIS spoke up. “Sir, do you not think that you were somewhat unreasonable with Ms (l/n)?” “What did I say about double negatives JARVIS?” Tony replied, avoiding the question. Of course he knew he was being unreasonable and harsh with you, but he is still upset about losing Pepper, so tough luck to you for having to deal with him during these times. No one would ever replace Pepper in his life, no one. Who did you think you were, waltzing in thinking you could take Pepper’s place? “Mr Stark, your brunch is ready,” you stated, holding a tray of sandwich and Irish coffee. Tony waved you in wordlessly, “just leave it on the counter.” You mentally raised an eyebrow and did as told before standing there waiting for your next orders. A few moments passed before an irritated Tony turned to glare at you, “Well, what are you waiting for? Get out of here and do what I paid you to do.” You bit back a retort and nodded, what an ass.
“Sir, I think that was entirely uncalled for,” JARVIS stated once you were out of earshot. Tony narrowed his eyes and said nothing. Instead he picked up the coffee and sipped before taking a bite of sandwich and proceeded to throw both of them down. “Is the food bad sir?” JARVIS enquired. “No,” Tony growled in reply, no, the food was fucking fantastic and he hated you so much for it.
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First day of work was officially hell, you decided. Sure Seto Kaiba was mean and harsh but he was never an ass. Tony Stark on the other hand was an unreasonable bastard overall and you’ve only met the guy for less than an hour. There was no briefing, no explanations, just demands. Sure, Mrs Hogan nee Potts had told you what the job entailed but you had expected an orientation of some sort for himself and whatever the billionaire was pissed at he had no reason to take it out on you. If anyone had any right to be pissed it was you. You did not just get crammed on a plane for 20 hours, shower at the airport toilet, all with jetlag hanging over your head just to get told that you’re not good enough and to make someone a cup of fucking Irish coffee. Thinking back to the coffee you smirked. You bet that the infamous Iron Man as definitely not expecting you to fulfill your orders so well, but you definitely didn’t spend your 3 years standing behind the bar tops during school nights for nothing and you’ve definitely spent enough nights cooking up dinner for your more than picky ex-boss supper during his all-nighters. Never be as good as his previous assistant? You’re going to be better than her in every single way or die trying.

By afternoon, you had cancelled all of ‘Mr Stark’s’ appointments, sorted out all the repairs that had to be done for the Stark Tower, picked up his dry cleaning and even fixed up a late afternoon snack. It was then when Tony Stark decided to emerge from his workshop, probably motivated by the smell of food and his growling stomach. “What do you have there?” The man jerked his head in the direction of the kitchen counter where a plate covered in aluminum foil sat, you brought the plate over, sat it down on the coffee table and uncovered it, “It’s Sharwarma sir.” Your boss nodded silently and wordlessly took a bite out of it. For 30 seconds, the awkward silence (sans the sounds of his chewing) ensued. “What’s on my schedule for the rest of the week?” He finally asked, still not making eye contact with you. Chanting OM in your mind repeatedly you answered as professionally as you could, “You have a press conference tonight, I’ve called to let them know that your attendance is pending and have a Stark PR officer on standby if you cannot make it. You have a board meeting on Wednesday and a meeting with the R&D department tomorrow, both of which I’ve scheduled replacements in case you are unavailable. Your consulting session with SHIELD on Thursday I have been unable to cancel but I managed to have the venue moved from the Helicarrier to Stark Towers. You are otherwise free sir.”

A frown graced Tony’s face and you wondered if you did anything wrong. Just as you were about to ask if anything was wrong, he spoke up. “Well, since you were so productive today, I have a stack of reports waiting for me in my office 2 floors down, why don’t you finish them up for me? “ You blinked twice, a stack? That mountain of paper work is not a STACK, but you had pride and if Tony Stark wants to play rough then you’ll play rough, “Sir, I’m taking it as you are not attending tonight’s press conference?” Tony looked up and gave you an ‘are-you-stupid’ look. Resisting the urge to smack him over the head with your oversized schedule book, you acknowledged his order and left for his office. If that son of a bitch thinks you’re going to call it quits just because the going got tough then he’s got another thing coming.
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It was 3am by the time you cleared that mountain of reports, most of it were complaints on collateral damage caused by Iron Man, few were actually reports relevant to Stark industries, after delegating what you could to the Stark lawyers and department heads, you headed up holding a digital copy (because it just wouldn’t do to get scolded for being ‘ungreen’ and printing on paper when Stark Industries is going into green energy) of the key issues of the reports. Your original plan was to leave it to the coffee table for Tony’s viewing leisure the next day morning, which is why you were probably not prepared to see a half-naked Tony Stark ripping off the bra of what you assumed to be a barely legal blonde with his teeth on the couch. Entranced in whatever Tony was doing, the girl failed to notice your presence by the door, but the ever perceptive Tony did. You had expected him to stop what he was doing and throw you out, instead he cast an annoyed glare at you and continued what he was doing, like you weren’t even there.

You decided then and there that Tony Stark had something against you, you had no bloody idea what it was but unfortunately for him, you are not beneath petty revenge. You were determined to make his life a living hell without compromising your job, starting from this very moment. Quietly and as slowly as you could without being suspicious, you went about gathering the clothes strewn on the floor, knowing all this while that Tony’s eyes were following you in what was probably an annoyed glare. The blonde on the other hand was completely oblivious to your existence, and you didn’t know to be impressed with Tony Stark’s womanizing skills or whatever she was high on for the day. Before leaving, you switched the light to mood lighting in the room and locked the door, walking out as if you did not just see two people almost having sex.

Next day morning, Tony found a full English breakfast and what was labeled as a hangover smoothie waiting for him on his work table in the workshop, along with it a receipt for a Victoria Secret’s bra. In the living room, his flavor of the night was being greeted by you holding her dry-cleaned clothes and a new bra along with instructions of a car waiting for her at the lobby. The girl gave you a wary look when you presented her with her new underwear, wondering how the hell you knew that Tony had damaged the hooks of her bra with his teeth. You smiled at her throughout her stare and after a while she chalked it up to Tony’s orders and left. After which you went about straightening the pillows and picking up the mess that was last night’s party. “JARVIS,” you asked, feeling slightly stupid for talking to thin air. “Yes, Ms (l/n)?” The British AI replied. “Could you drop an email to whichever company Mr Stark bought his couch from and inform that that the upholstery needs replacing? Bodily fluid stains are rather hard to clean off,” you stated as you futilely tried to scrub off what was an obvious cum stain from the white couch. “Certainly Ms (l/n).”
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Two weeks went by with you cancelling meetings when you had to, doing Tony Stark’s paper work all while kicking out his flavor of the day and fixing him meals. You had not made a single mistake so far and Tony Stark was starting to get really frustrated. “Why is she so damn perfect at everything!” He growled as he slammed the delicious black velvet you made for him on his work bench. Always the talker, JARVIS replied, “I’m not sure I understand sir. Is it not great that Ms (l/n) is efficient at her job?” “Well…yes! But, NO. She just can’t be good at it, NO ONE can take care of me but Pepper!” Tony finally shouted in his alcohol induced rage mode. No matter how smart, JARVIS will always be an artificial intelligence and AIs tended to have problems when it comes to tact. “Sir, you are basically saying that you are being harsh to Ms (l/n) as a means of venting your anger at Ms Potts departure. Am I correct?” Tony didn’t bother gracing him with an answer, embarrassed and enraged, he instead threw the coffee mug against the wall and stormed out of his workshop.

You were probably the last person he wanted to see, but there you were, standing behind his bar, cleaning the glasses with a towel and humming some random tune under your breath, as if everything was alright. Tony growled, everything was not alright, how dare you be so happy. Tony stormed over to the bar and sat down forcefully. “Scotch, double, straight.” He demanded. Almost immediately, your humming ceased and that peaceful smile on your face was replaced with a bad poker face. Your anger was leaking and Tony could see it, inwardly he smiled. Finally, you were showing signs of cracking. You took a deep breath and exhaled before expertly serving him his order. He took a sip and almost slurred, “You sure you’re working the right job? Shouldn’t you be bartending at some local joint with those skills instead of being an assistant? Bet the guys tip well if you let them have a grope of your breasts. Oh wait you don’t have any. Ah well, your ass will have to do then.” If he wasn’t your boss, you were sure that Tony Stark would be covered in bruises and broken bones for his statement. After all, you were not the personal bodyguard of the Kaiba brothers for 8 year for show. Going against your instinct to pummel the man before you, you merely continued to clean the glasses. Tony took another swig of his drink. “I asked you a question dammit, answer me!” He slammed the glass on the bar top, spilling the expensive scotch. As gently as you could, you wiped away the mess before replying, “Apologies sir, I assumed that your question was rhetorical. I had in fact considered going back to bartending after my term with Mr Kaiba was terminated but I was apparently overqualified for the job.”

Kaiba, the name rang a bell somewhere, Tony groggily thought. Oh, right, he is the genius Japanese billionaire who turned his dad’s weapons industry into a gaming empire. Pepper had some correspondence with the man before she left, something about purchasing Stark industries’ power cells for their new line of game consoles or some shit like that. “Wait, you’re not local?” Tony asked, sitting up a little straighter now that his curiosity is taking charge. “If by local, you mean American then no sir, I’m from Tokyo Japan.” “Then why the hell are you here in New York?” His question surprised you and you stopped your glass cleaning. He doesn’t know how or why you ended up here, as his assistant?

“If I may ask sir, were you not informed of the circumstances behind my employment?” Tony gave you a deadpanned look that you swore you’ve memorized by now. “No, of course not, do I look like I have the time to look through all the application of my assistant hopefuls?” Mentally, you wanted to tell him yes, he would have the time if he got his head out of his ass and himself out of his workshop, but instead you replied, “I was approaching the end of my contract for that term with Mr Kaiba when Ms Potts called to see if I could replace her as your personal assistant.” “And you said yes?” He asked acidly. You gave him a long and hard look that Tony could not decipher, your eyes were blank, but purposefully so, as if you were hiding something. “Mr Kaiba said yes, I merely accepted my orders as they were given.” Tony gave you a look that demanded a proper explanation; you really were getting good at deciphering all his looks. You sighed, it really wasn’t a story that you wanted to tell. “Permission to drink sir,” you asked. Tony pushed you his glass of scotch and you downed it in one shot. The alcohol burned and you felt more ready to answer his question.

“My main responsibility in the Kaiba household was to look after the well-being of Mr Kaiba’s younger brother and assist Mr Kaiba in any issues he may have, however as Mokuba has graduated college and Mr Kaiba is getting married, he has deemed my service unnecessary. Mistress Kisara is a capable woman and Mokuba is more than old enough to take care of himself now, he figured that it’d be a sign of goodwill for me to take over Ms Potts,” You finished with a wistful smile. Silence followed your intimate confession. An unreadable expression adorned Tony’s face and he reached over the bar to directly take a swig from the scotch bottle. “So you were abandoned too huh,” he muttered. “Sorry?” You snapped out of your reverie, did he just say what you think he said? “It’s nothing, forget it,” Tony answered with a bitter smile. He then motioned to the stool next to him, “Come, drink with me.” “I’m afraid I can’t sir, I cannot drink on the job,” you declined politely, it simply was not professional to drink with your boss. “It’s 4 fucking am in the morning, way past your office hours, now drink with me, it’s pathetic to drink alone,” Tony insisted. With a defeated smile, you moved to sit next to him, “I was told that I have no office hours.” “Then I hereby decree that drinking with me is part of your job scope. Now make me that coconut milk cocktail you made the other day,” he ordered. You chuckled softly and walked back behind the bar again. Alright, so your boss was a demanding bastard, but perhaps he wasn’t as bad as he seems.
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From then on, drinking together on Friday nights became a tradition between you and Tony. He would bitch about his board of directors, Nick Fury and other individuals he deems inferior while you listened and made drinks for the both of you. It had become so routine that you had left his Saturday mornings clear for him recover from his hangover. Today was yet another Saturday and you stood, by his bedside, bacon sandwich and banana smoothie in hand, “JARVIS, turn blinds on to 10%.” “Certainly, Ms (l/n),” the AI replied and tiny bits of sunlight filtered into the room. Tony stirred, “Pepper, it’s too early and I’m hung over.” “It’s (f/n), sir and it’s nearing 1pm. You’d be less hung over if you eat.” That said, you sat down the tray on the night stand and waited patiently for the billionaire to wake.

He sat up, groggy and topless before squinting at your form. “You know, I’ll never understand how you do it. I could have sworn that you matched me shot for shot and drink for drink last night and yet you are never hung over the next day,” he paused to take a bite from his sandwich and a sip of your hangover remedy, “not that I’m complaining, I don’t know what I’d do without you in the mornings.” “You’d probably sleep in until your liver has flushed all the alcohol out of your system,” JARVIS replied for you and you giggled. You swear that AI is too human for his own good. “Indeed I will JARVIS.” When did it happen, Tony mused, when did he become so reliant, so dependent on you. He had been so adamant that you will never replace Pepper and yet here you here stepping into her shoes, doing better than she did and making him wonder how he would manage without you. “Don’t worry Mr Stark, you’ll manage without me, people always manage without me,” you said with a bittersweet smile. It’s one of those things that you always do when he makes comments about how important you are, he has never confronted you about it, just like how you never confront him about that split second falter when he wakes up and realizes that you aren’t Pepper Potts. “Tell me I have nothing on today,” Tony whined. “You have nothing on today sir,” you replied smoothly and was awarded by a billion dollar smile from Tony.

Inwardly, you mused. Tony Starks is a handsome man, he looks handsome whatever he does but when he smiles that genuine brilliant smile of his, it makes him almost too beautiful to look at. You were proud that you could make him smile like that; you were also worried that his smile had such an effect on you. Had JARVIS been keeping track of your vitals, he’d know that every single time Tony smiles at you, your heart rate would race. A comfortable silence lapsed as Tony continued eating and you went about tidying up his room, before Tony bombarded you with his random question of the day. “Why do you always call me sir?” He asked. “I was told that you don’t like being called Mr Stark,” you answered. Tony nodded absentmindedly, indeed, he always felt like people were calling his dad when they say that, “I thought I gave you permission to call me Tony though? Cause really, I sometimes think JARVIS became female when you call me sir.” A smile played on your lips when he said that, it was the kind of smile that troubled mothers get when their children ask a particularly hard question. Tony thought it looked sexy on you, though he’d probably never admit. “I’m from Japan sir,” you place extra emphasis on the word ‘sir’ just to tease him, he gave you an expectant look, “I find it highly uncomfortable to call my boss by his first name, it’s not in our culture to do so,” you finally answered. At this Tony sat up straighter, like he always does when something piques his curiosity. “Then what did you call your ex-boss then?”

“Master,” you stated simply. “Master? As in like master master?” Tony’s eyes were almost bugging out at this new piece of information. You understood his bewilderment from his point of view, the westerners had long since ceased calling anyone Master except in movies and dramas, but the Asians never quite got that far in abolishing their social manners. “Well, more like Master as in ‘sama’. It’s an honorific we give to anyone highly respected and or masters of a household. So Mr Kaiba would be Kaiba-sama and Mokuba would be Mokuba-bocchama, which sort of means little master,” you explained. Tony waved off your long explanation, “Meh, different language different terms, but it’s still MASTER. Hm..Master Tony, kind of has a ring to it doesn’t it? Could get used to hearing that, preferably in bed,” he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively at you. You choked back a laughter at his not so subtle advances, evidently meant to be a joke, “Well, Master Tony, you are in bed now and I would advise you to get out of it so that you will not be late for your fund raiser tonight.” At this, Tony pouted, “I thought you said that I have nothing on today!” You picked up the now empty tray from the nightstand and replied with a grin, “I said you have nothing on today but I didn’t say anything about tonight,” and walked out. Behind you, you could hear Tony groaning under his breath about smart-ass assistants.
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You weren’t quite sure if Tony knew that you lived in Stark Tower 10 floors down, in a small apartment that Ms Pepper Potts had set up for you. With a 24 hour notice, you barely had time to pack much less rent a house, but Ms Potts had insisted that you take over her ASAP and so had went the extra mile to set up a little pad for you in the building. You had found the rush a little strange and given Tony’s reactions whenever Ms Potts is mentioned, you would bet good money that something had happened between the two. But that isn’t your concern right now, no, your concern was the mountain of emails that Mokuba had sent to you since your relocation. Out of your anger at suddenly being relocated, you had not replied a single one of them. It wasn’t fair of you; after all, it was the older Kaiba that decided your termination not Mokuba, so you shouldn’t take it out on him; but you were mad that Mokuba hadn’t even protested.

You and Mokuba were close in age, only 4 years apart, which was the main reason why Kaiba was willing to hire you, young as you were, at the age of 18 to guard his younger brother. Mokuba took to you like fish to water. At 14, he was sick of having large men in black suits following him around and you were the breath of fresh air that he desperately needed. You had practically grown up with him; you were with him when he had his first crush, you were with him when you first snuck out drinking, you were with him when he was first dumped and you were with him when he secretly got a tattoo for his 18th birthday. Kaiba was even kind enough to put you through college with Mokuba so that you could protect him while he was at school, seeing as you dropped out of college. Mokuba was practically your brother and he just let you leave like that.

You knew that you had abandonment issues of course, it wasn’t a terrible sob story, but since birth your mother, a famous scientist, had pretty much left you to your own devices, hiring nannies when you were young, sending you money when you were older, she was never around, not that you blamed her. You were an exact copy of your father, the man whom she loved more than life itself, the man she lost to her best friend and the man she slept with during his one night of drunken debauchery. It probably broke her heart to see you and you were grateful that she decided to have you at all. But the lack of parental supervision also meant that you had made many stupid mistakes in your youth, like getting together moving in with a guy who took all your money to buy his way into cage fights, forcing you to work in bars for a living throughout high school just to support the both of you. You were only grateful for one thing and that was him teaching you how to fight but he left you the moment you became better than him and that hurt, you had only trained as hard as you did to help him, but his fickle male pride obviously couldn’t handle it. The same couldn’t be said for his conscience however as he took all your savings with him as he left, but you know that you were the stupid one, you should never have given him access to your account in the first place. But you had learnt from your mistakes, fought your way to the top in cage fights, gotten noticed by one Seto Kaiba and found a home through all the mess. Only to be passed on like some expired furniture 8 years down the road.

Shaking your head to clear all the unhappy thoughts, you randomly opened an email from Mokuba, it read “Hi (f/n), hope you’re doing well. I miss you but I guess I have to learn to be on my own you know? Can’t always rely on you and my brother. I’ve recently gotten an internship with a local kindergarten and the kids love me. I’m really glad that you convinced me to stick to my dream of becoming a teacher. I’ve managed to bag myself a girlfriend (see attached picture) too! The press has also begun to leave me alone now that they know that I’m not going to take over Kaiba Corp for good. Speaking of Kaiba Corp, WE HAVE A NEW MINI KAIBA ON HIS WAY! Who knew Nii-sama would work so fast huh? Kisara-nee is pregnant with a honey moon baby and I’m almost sure that Nii-sama is making a 50 year plan for his kid to become the next mini Seto. It’s alright, I’ll be the cool uncle to keep the kid’s feet on the ground. Well, as you can see, life is going quite well here and I hope that you’re finally making headway in your own life. As much as I love having you around, I always felt bad that your life revolves around us when you deserve to have your own life, you know? I guess that’s kind of why I let Nii-sama let you go, you deserve freedom and happiness (f/n) and you’ll always be that sister I never had. Love, Mokie.” You sighed, you could never stay mad at the kid, he always means well…

“Ms (l/n), I believe that you are wanted upstairs,” the cool voice of JARVIS interrupted. You checked the clock, it was 2am, what was your boss doing back so early (and calling for you?). You decided that you can always reply Mokuba later and trudged upstairs in your pajamas. This had better be good.
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Turns out it was good. For Tony that was, it was a complete nightmare for you. You entered the living room only to see a naked Tony and two naked girls cat-fighting on the floor. “…Uh?” was your intelligent response. “Oh thank god you’re here!” Tony exclaimed, not tearing his eyes away from the tangle of naked bodies on the floor. “Do I even want to know,” you asked, forcing yourself to keep your eyes from wandering over your boss’ naked frame. “Well, you see I bought Trassie home and her friend Jessie decided to follow so I thought it was going to be this awesome threesome thing,” Tony started, eyes still glued to the naked cat-fight before him. You hummed in response, “and?” “Well, it turns out that Trassie wants me to herself and so does Jessie so they’re fighting over me now.” “Ah yes, every man’s wet dream.” “I know,” Tony tossed you a smirk as you rolled your eyes. “So why am I needed?” You asked. “You see-“ Before Tony could reply, one of the girls made a lunge for his unprotected crotch and the second one followed, Tony quickly side-stepped the attempt and the cat-fight continued. Tony placed his hand on his chest and heaved a sigh of relief, “Almost lost my balls there. Well, you see, that is kind of my problem. Fighting women just can’t treat mini-Tony right, you know what I mean?”

No you really didn’t, and you let him know that you didn’t, “So you called me up here in the MIDDLE of the night just so I can kick two bimbos out before they accidentally castrate you with their over-zealous libido?” Tony nodded with a cheeky smile, “Yea that sounds about right.” You mentally reminded yourself that he was your boss and that manslaughter was illegal, then you looked at the tangled limbs on the floor again, “And you wouldn’t toss them out yourself in all your Iron Man glory because…?” “Because I don’t hit girls,” he replied matter-of-factly. You closed your eyes and counted backwards from 10 then opened them again. You really needed more calming exercises, you thought to yourself, and then you wondered if you were invisible to women since on both counts, Tony Stark’s latest bunnies failed to notice you in their presence. Which means you had to make yourself known and which means getting messy. You swore you weren’t being paid enough. You clapped your hands together and cleared your throat loudly. The two bimbos on the floor stopped what they were doing and stood up to glare at you, at this juncture, you noted that Tony has not made any move to cover himself up and instead leaned back on his couch to enjoy the soon to be ‘show’.

“Who are you?” One of the banshees asked with one hand on her unclothed hip. Gods, does anyone in this room have any modesty? “Yea, who are you?” Banshee number two mirrored. You blinked, why can’t Tony ever bring home intelligent women, no wait, he did, once, and she was even more of a bitch to get rid of. “I am Mr Stark’s personal assistant and I am here to inform you that Mr Stark’s entertainment for tonight will have to be cut short as he has an early meeting tomorrow and is required to get his sleep,” you stated and then looked at the girls expectedly. They looked at each other, and then back at you, “What’s that got to do with us?” You wanted to bang your head against the wall but decided that it wouldn’t do to deplete any more brain cells than you already have by talking to these two. “You two are disturbing Mr Stark’s sleeping time which will adversely affect his performance at his meeting tomorrow morning, therefore I have to ask you to leave, now.” But of course, impudent bimbos will be impudent bimbos, and the conversation just had to end with them saying “Make me.”

You knew that Tony probably wasn’t expecting this but you walked over and heaved the two girls over your shoulders like sacks of potatoes and threw them into the lift along with their belongings and pressed the down button. “JARVIS,” you stated calmly. “Yes mam?” “Do me a favor, lock the lift, call a cab and make sure those two blondes get to the lobby and preferably out of the building.” “Certainly mam,” JARVIS replied. “And quit it with the mam,” you growled. “Of course, mam.” You rolled your eyes at that, stupid AI with a Stark sense of humor. Speaking of which, Tony stood up and clapped, “Now, I certainly wasn’t expecting that.” “Neither was I, but when Tony Stark gives you squabbling bimbos, you gotta throw them out likes sacks of potatoes.” You sarcasm was blatant but it was late, you were tired and you honestly had no more energy to keep your temper or sarcasm in check, much less your professionalism. “Now that’s a side of you I’ve never seen,” Tony commented, still naked as the day he was born and completely unaffected. You would have asked him to cover up if you hadn’t known that he’d tease you about being affected by his state of undress. “And if you keep calling me up to deal with stupid shit, you’ll probably wish you’ve never seen this side of me,” you snapped. Instead of getting intimidated like Mokuba does when you get irritated, Tony laughed. He stood up and steered you towards the bar, “You know what, I think you need a drink. I’ll have you know, I make a mean whisky on rocks.” You chuckled softly, you just can’t win against Tony Stark, “You know, you’re impossible.” He replied with a saucy wink, “That’s why you love me,” looking straight into your eyes as he said that, making your heart skip a beat.

You quickly recovered by grabbing the glass of whisky off the counter and hid your defeated smile behind the drink. Love? Yea, you’re in love with this impossible hunk of a man.

Notes

Before anyone screams: PLAGIARISM.

This story is also posted on deviantart, under the same title, by Yamira.

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