Okay guys, I was watching Iron Man 2 today, and I realized that I really wanted to write a story focusing around Tony Stark and *clears throat* the relationship he holds with the (female) employees at Stark Industries. But keep in mind here that I only saw the 2nd one. I apologize if some of the information is inaccurate. Please enjoy!
The Assistant ch1
Tony Stark inhaled sharply as the next potential assistant was called to walk into his office. He wouldn't have to look for another assistant if Potts didn't resign to go to that project in South America last month.
He sat up straighter as a petite red head with emerald-blue eyes stepped in to the office. He gestured for the young woman to sit down as he picked up her file. "Bethany Miller, right?" He asked looking up at her from her file. "Yes, that's me." She said lightly. "Interesting, you graduated from Yale but you spent your first two years of college in NYU. Majored in Business, that's always a good sign and it says here your last two employers included the Bellagio Hotel and Victoria's Secret." He read with a sly smirk. The woman's cheeks instantly reddened in embarrassment. "Mr. Stark, in my defense-" She started. "No need to explain yourself Bethany. And if you're going to be my new assistant, please just call me Tony." He said the last part in a flirtatious manner. "So I'm hired?" She asked, a bit taken aback by this. "Yes and I will show you to your office." Tony replied quickly, standing up. Wow my own office, she thought to herself in awe as they both walked into the glass walled office fully furnished with black leather couches and a deep purple color scheme. "Like it?" Tony said leaning against the doorframe. "Love it." She replied breathlessly. "Good. I would try out your office chair first. It spins." Bethany didn't know if her boss was joking or not, but it didn't hurt to try out the chair. Yep. It spins all right. She swiveled around in her new chair, blushing once she noticed Tony was still staring at her, a triumphant smirk slapped on his face. "Oh, right. Do you need anything Mr. Stark- I mean Tony?" She asked, stuttering. His smirk grew even more at her flustered state. "No, not right now really. Tonight yes, I do need something, I need you to come to my private office at the address listed on your desk and fill out some paperwork, legal documents, mostly." He said, flashing her a charming smile. "Okay, that's fine. What time should I be there?" She asked, jotting the information down on her stationary set. "8-ish." He replied before walking out of her office with that charming smile and a subtle wave.
At Apartment 15D….
"Josie! I'm home!" A slightly cheeky Bethany yelled as she stepped into her very futuristic, tech-equipped home. "Up here Aunt Bethy!" Her 12 year old niece yelled from her art studio upstairs. She walked upstairs, taking off her heels and laying them carelessly on the steps. "Did you get the job?" The blonde asked, practically bouncing up and down. "Yes." The ginger replied, knowing what question would follow. "Is Tony Stark cuter in person?" The tween cooed, swaying back and forth as she grabbed some neon orange paint from the shelf. "Yes, extremely." Bethany mumbled, gritting her teeth as she looked at the paint splattered sheets on the floor. "Oooh someone has a new lover named TONYYYY!" She squealed, stretching out his name with heavy exaggeration. "Yes, someone does." She whispered before walking out of the room. By the time she had registered what she said, she was pulled up in front of her boss's house. "Bethany Renee Miller, you are soooo screwed." She said to herself before getting out of her car.