She pulled her slender dresses from the plastic zippered bag and placed them in color order on the cedar closet racks. A mirror on the inside of the door alerted her to the man leaning squarely in the bedroom's entryway.
"Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Stark?" The tone of her voice was airy and playful as she went about her work.
Tony grinned, swiping away any doubt he'd had on his face, "Just enjoying the view, Miss Plath."
Marty Plath smiled to herself and closed the closet door, "I'm not another Vanity Fair, Mr. Stark. Your personal and business endeavors do not interest me. I'm here to pack up for Virginia and to help put things in order for your new assistant. Nothing more."
The blonde woman turned back to her suitcase on the end of the bed to unpack the rest of her things. Tony watched her with his arms crossed, "I didn't expect a pretty blonde on my doorstep. More like an ugly male cousin."
Marty carried a stack of lingerie to the white dresser and filled in the top drawer, knowing full well Tony's eyes lingered. "I know what you're expecting, Mr. Stark. I'm not it."