Chapter 7

When she made her way down into the bar, she was dressed in a black, shiny cocktail dress, wearing her black peep toes and her hair in slight waves, taken aback only a little on the right side with a clip. The dress wasn't exactly a ball gown, but it was a little more glamorous than a standard cocktail dress, due to the way in which the neckline floated into a bow at the back and the skirt was flared. It was the only dress she had packed anyway, because it suited most occasions and hardly crumpled, no matter how she stuffed in into her bag. She just hoped it was enough for whatever the occasion would be.

She was a little early when she entered the room, which was a lot busier at this time of the day than at that fateful night, had that only been 2 days ago? It felt so much more… She looked around but when she couldn't see him anywhere, went to the bar and ordered a small glass of red wine. She didn't know how long she had, so she didn't want to order something that took too long to drink. But she also felt more like she needed a vodka shot, only that would be gone in a matter of seconds and then what to do while she was waiting? So wine it was, providing her not only with the necessary confidence, but also with something to hold on to, literally.

The whole day had been very weird, her mind had run on and off about her husband, that phone call, once again about how wrong all this was and what a slut she was and how she had never ever imagined she would find herself doing something like this. It had never occurred to her before, she had never felt the desire for it and she used to think that she had moral standards and self-respect. Neither of that seemed to be true anymore. And what still amazed her most was how little that actually truly bothered her, got to her. It was like she was watching herself doing one mistake after the other, going down that road, knowing all too well that it would lead to her demise but still not able to turn around, not even wanting to. And she knew she was turning in circles with this, so she was looking forward to some distraction.

And then there had also been that other part of her mind that didn't stop this day. The part that was hugely excited by the fact that she was still not wearing any panties and hadn't done so for the whole day. The part that lusted so badly after this man that when she had eaten a banana earlier, she had actually found herself closing her lips around it, imagining that it was his cock. It had felt so good in her mouth that night before and she just loved how much she had enjoyed doing all these naughty things without fearing to be judged. It was a side of her that she didn't even know existed until a few days ago, and she found it pretty interesting to discover.

She searched for her phone in her purse to check the time as she felt that it was about time for him to show up. But it was actually still about 5 minutes early. Just when she put her phone back and looked up again, she saw him standing in the entrance, looking at her. When he noticed that she saw him, he flashed his smile at her and all the doubts about what she was doing were washed away. She smiled back and got up, walking over to him.

"Wow, you look great" he said, offering her his arm which she immediately accepted. She blushed but he just kept smiling at her and she wished she could just fall into his arms there and then. But she tried to keep control of herself. The last thing she wanted to do was to fall completely for that guy when she knew who he was and that there could never be a future. And when she was married. Why was this the last reason she thought of? But it was hard to shut her emotions out when every time his skin touched hers she felt her stomach flip. And that was not even mentioning what his big brown eyes did to her.

They went to have dinner again, this time without anything naughty happening in the bathroom she noticed almost with regret when they left again, before heading to the actual destination for the evening, which seemed to be another very fancy hotel.

"What are we doing here exactly?" she asked.

"Nothing special, it's a thing for someone I know and I didn't even plan on going here." He grinned.

"Then why are we here?"

"Oh I thought you might like it and this way, it could actually be fun."

They got out of the car and into the lobby, which was crowded with dressed up people. Most people seemed to recognize him and several greeted and tried to approach him, but they just walked past most of them, Tony casually referring them to his assistant or another time. Whatever was going on, the official part was apparently already over. A band was playing and while most people were just standing around, chatting, some of them were dancing as well. Tony led her straight to the dance floor and they tried to blend in with the rest, but somehow she had a feeling it didn't quite work and most eyes were on them.

"Tony, what's going on?" She dug her fingers into his jacket, feeling his arm around her waist against her back, his other hand holding hers away from their bodies. They were slowly moving in rhythm with the music.

"Just ignore them." He gently pulled her closer, their bodies now almost touching.

"No, I mean why are you doing this? I mean, really? What's in for you?" she had been wondering all along and the doubts came rushing back when she saw all those people looking at him. It didn't make any sense. He was Tony Stark, why did he spent time with her?

He looked at her, his expression slightly amused, but there was something else she couldn't grasp.

" Well, let's see. You're pretty, sexy, an easy shag…" he teased her. Then suddenly his expression changed, he looked more relaxed and his brown eyes suddenly appeared warmer than ever. "Because I really like you and because you need this."

She looked back at him and once again there wasn't the slightest hint of him being sarcastic, ironic, or anything else but honest. It didn't sound faked, it didn't even sound cheesy.

"Honestly, it's ok, relax." He smiled at her and she smiled back, feeling a warm, tingling sensation in her stomach as his eyes met hers. She knew she was dangerously close to completely falling for him, despite all the things she knew about him and all the things he knew about her. If she wanted to get out of this with any dignity left, this was the time to do it. Instead, she moved even closer, their bodies softly touching, faces next to each other, feeling his breath on her neck.