A/N My deepest apologies for not updating sooner. I know I only have about 2 followers to this story but still, I know how annoying that can be when a writer doesn't update. To the two that are following, thank you very much for taking an interest in my story. I will try my absolute best to not disappoint I was a little skeptical about this chapter, but hell I decided I'd put it up anyway. I know it's a little strange, and all "What the hell is she doing" but it will all be explained soon. Feel free to leave reviews...nice ones please :).
Tony sat back and enjoyed the sight of her plunging neck line coming into the spotlight of his view again. That's happened a lot. This girl must really be lookin for a lay. Well, not just any lay. I'm Tony Stark for god sake, I'd probably be milking the shit out of that cow too if I were a pretty young thing. She hasn't said too much. The entirety of his conversations with her throughout the night consisted of him saying something nowhere near as witty as he normally did, and her giggling away, followed by a meaningless comment. If she wasn't such a sight for sore eyes, he'd be bored out of his mind. Thankfully Tony Jr. down there kept reminding him of the reward yet come.
"You know if you keep leaning forward like that, I fear one of those bad boys might come out to say hi". And there it goes. Laughs. Leans in more. Sips the drink, sips the beer. And," I've always referred to them as girls". Tony sighed, yeah, you're sooo lucky you're hot. But at the end of her statement Tony caught a flash of something in her eyes. Something he'd been seeing all night. What was it? Those damned eyes, why won't they leave him alone? He'd been trying to ignore it, but his thoughts just kept coming back to them. Something's not right. Let's do a test run. Say something stupid.
"Girls, boys, doesn't matter. They're still tits. When are you going to introduce me?"
Laugh. Lean. Drink. Beer. There it is! "As soon as we get out of here Mr. Stark, you can even name them if you want"
It was annoyance. In that small fraction of a second, the emotion she let through her eyes was annoyance. Had it not been for this miniscule crack in the wall, Tony would've thought that that flirtatious smirk was the only expression she had. So she found Tony's snide uncreative remarks annoying. Then why was she feigning amusement? Just for the good lay? With legs like that, anyone who knows Tony would know that she could spit in his face and yodel all night for all he cared and he'd still haul her to his room. Even magazine articles with only 20% truth to them could tell you that. Tony sat up and leaned in a little suddenly very intrigued. He even squinted a bit as if the answer to his questions were written on her skin. "We'll leave soon, I've just got a little more uh, exploring to do here". Laugh. Drink. Beer. Annoyance!
"Normally I love the company, but I think I just want you to myself tonight Mr. Stark". More giggling. Is that smirk ever going to go away? Maybe later when I'm... well sometimes it's replaced with a goofy smile. Only sometimes. Tony imagined her letting him pound away inside her, maroon colored nails dug deep into his back, all the while with smirking and giggling. He frowned at the thought. I've got to figure this out.
"I wasn't talking about anyone else in here but you. " Giggle.
"You can do all the exploring you want, once I have you all to myself". Goofy grin. Drink. Beer. Annoyance. Jeez not even a wink. What happens if I wink? *winks* Giggle. Flirtatious smirk. Damn.
There was just no breaking through this girls color coated mask. Was it even a mask? Could she really only be capable of two maybe three emotions, and a handful of expressions. Tony wanted to call it fake, he would've paid some healthy money for it to be fake at this point. But he wasn't sure it was, it was so very believable. As two hours passed he tried all kinds of crude remarks, sexual gestures, good jokes, bad jokes, witty ones, and just plain stupid ones. But he always got the same response. He spilled his drink on her, whispered in her ear, and licked it while he was there. Each time he was presented with the same catalogue from her. He even put his hand on her knee and let it travel to her thigh. Nothing. Maybe he should stop being a dumbass and accept that that's all there is to this girl, and just bed her already like she wants him to. However, that would be no fun and those tiny flashes of annoyance in those big blues just kept him hanging on.
I'm gonna have to try harder. Tony decided to go balls to the wall, and suddenly moved his hand from her thigh to her crotch with lightning speed, grabbing and squeezing her sex through her underwear very roughly. His eyes never leaving her face. Giggle. Annoyance. Dammit! "Anxious are we?" Where's the drink and the beer? She lifted the glass to her full lips. There it is. Then it hit Tony. This was her fourth drink, and third beer. Shouldn't she be trashed by now? Unless she's just that good at holding her liquor. She didn't appear to be when she first walked into his night. Maybe the bar nuts sobered her up, and she's good now? No, that can't' be. Can it? This isn't even a good lead. Tony started to theorize that being around her was making his IQ points drop. Both his hands were now under his chin. Scrutinizing the woman across from him, as if she were a giant rubicks cube. Of course, she didn't appear to notice. She only bobbed her head to the blaring music, smirk and all. Tony stared and squinted. She giggled at his squint. Drink. Beer.
Suddenly Tony felt as if he had been punched in the face with realization. His eyes widened slightly at the force this epiphany hit him with. Her drink was three quarters of the way empty. Her beer bottle, strategically placed in her lap, and looking much too full.
"Can I get a sip of that?"
"Sure", she's still all smiles. Wow, even when she's about to be discovered. She has to know it's all over now.
He surprised her. She had no idea how in the hell he caught on. Sure her beer bottle trick wasn't exactly genius but she could easily be hired as an actress, had she not been a trained killer and all. With anyone else, she would've pulled the wool over their eyes with as much ease as lifting her pinky. That's what she was trained to do, and while she was never even close to the being the best at the homeland, she was still damned good at it. Better than most in the normal world. But this Stark bastard. He was a challenge. It was like his intuition was fighting its way past his lust, kicking and screaming. Maybe he is some sort of super brain freak of nature.
Either that or I'm extremely rusty. That was a big possibility considering how long it's been since she's done this kind of mission, and that she was cleaner not a field agent. She mentally prepared herself to not react when he took a swig of her beer. There's no way he wouldn't figure it out and be suspicious of her.
Tony nearly straight out yelled "Aha!" when his prediction deemed true. But he contained himself. Barely.
"That's good. I can taste your lip gloss...and rum and coke backwash", he gave her sarcastic smile.
"What's this about, you planning to rob me later? Why the act, and the fake buzz? I knew you couldn't really be this airheaded."
Tony watched and waited for her expression to finally change to one of defeat. But it never did. Instead it was full of hurt and embarrassment. She bowed her head. Tony felt like he just kicked a puppy.
"I, um, I have a drinking limit," her voice shrunk and her dark shapely eyebrows knitted, making a tiny worry wrinkle between them.
"I only have one kidney, so I keep it at three drinks to not get painfully trashed."
Tony backed out of his interrogating pose a bit. "Oh", it was all he could say.
"Why not just say so then?"
"Cus, then you'd think I'm like, some poor little sick girl. And you might not want to fuck me, I mean, you're like, Tony frikkin Stark"
She made ridiculous hand gestures, making sure to keep her mouth slightly open, and roll her eyes enough to erase the possibility of a high school diploma. That's right, eat it up Stark.
Tony nodded once slowly, "I see ". He didn't suspect her to be anything more than a young dipshit that let's daddy's friends play with her peek a boo, but yet he still didn't completely see the light.
"Do I annoy you in anyway, or does anything I've done tonight irritate you at all. You can be honest, I'm just curious", she was hesitant to answer, the worry line deepening. Dammit, Stark. Stop looking for something to pick at.
"Come on, out with it. Don't worry we'll still tumble in the sheets later", she was relieved after hearing that. Jesus.
She suddenly chippered up and giggled. Surprise.
"Maybe a little, but only because you were wasting so much time talking and touching me, when we could be having real fun somewhere else.", she painted her best goofy giggle, flirty smirk combo. She even threw in a little lip bite.
Of course, thought Tony. Well it was an exciting idea, but proven to be only an idea. This is as good it's gonna get. He should've collected more potential evidence before getting attached to this theory. He evaluated her appearance again. The glittered perfume on her boobs is probably reapplied every two hours. She spent several mornings watching YouTube tutorials on how to apply that make up. Her half of the rent is late, thanks to those manicured claws. The only reason she isn't tanned is because she used daddy's money to buy that pretty watch this month. Oh, and I'm more than sure she only passed English because she gives great head, as told to the teacher by one of her father's colleagues. I mean, what is she 19? Maybe 20? Well, at least we know she'll swallow.
"Ok BabySpice, let's get out of here."
She perked up and wiggled out of her seat, practically dancing her way to him. His two body guards stayed close as they weaved their way through the more crowded part of the lounge. Of course Tony could've just taken the back way out as the staff at these places usually let him do. But he likes his attention, and thinking of how all the men in this place are green with envy seeing him strut the exit with some hot snatch. They don't have to know she's an idiot.
He stuffed her in the limo, then turned to his head of security. "Hey I'm good for the night, so you guys are free, but before you go, could you call up another limo for the people I came with. I think I'll be utilizing this one. Just tell them business called, and I'm turning in for the night. Thanks"
Roland nodded once in response, and Tony got in. He found her playing with the buttons on the control panel. Pressing each one once and then looking everywhere to catch what it did.
"You know I bet your dress, has buttons that are much more interesting", she put up a finger whispering," Wait I'm looking for something"
As she kept pressing buttons her legs facing Tony and open enough for him to see the color of her underwear. Black. And I was expecting pink, or something neon.
She hit a button that closed off the driver's view of them. "Found it!"
She began crawling to him seductively, giggling and biting her strawberry flavored lip. She straddled his lap and brought her mouth to his ear while rubbing his chest with both hands.
Tony could feel the arousal begin to simmer as she put one of his hands on her thigh and whispered, "You wanna pet my kitty" Tony let his hands take control and pet the hell out of her kitty while she ravished his mouth. Giving him small bites on his lips and lapping his tongue with hers in a very feline manner. After only a few minutes of this, Tony Jr. was ready to go. So he began unbuckling his pants, but she put a hand on his stopping him.
"Not yet, your creepy driver might be listening and I'm really loud"
His dick twitched at the thought of her innocent voice, screaming his name.
He sighed in content, he didn't mind waiting, and it only excited him more. "Fine"
She stayed seated in his lap and fiddled with her necklace for the time being. It was a silver chain with a single diamond. She looked thoroughly entertained rolling it between her fingers. Tony soon found himself resorting to her previous source of entertainment and pushing the buttons on the control panel above his head. He pressed the speaker button," Hey uh, Franklin, didn't you say there's a new black light feature installed.
The drivers hearty voice boomed through the speaker," Yes sir, I did. It's button A4"
"Thanks", Tony pushed and watched as she stared around the limo like an awestruck little girl.
"Wow, that's so awesome. Oh it's like trippy"
Tony quickly got bored with her wonderment, and went back to petting her kitty. But as he removed his hand from her thigh, he noticed a patch of discolored skin that was now visible with the black light. It was small at first, but as he moved the hem of her dress higher up, more of it appeared. It looked like when a women's face concealer spots show up on a black light. Tony's been around enough amateur models to know what that looks like. Could that be concealer though?
Her hand suddenly slapped down on top of his," That's just a bruise I tried to cover. I got it…well let's just say I got from being a bad girl". Tony smirked at that and slapped her ass, earning him a little yelp in between those irritating giggles. There was no hiccup in her explanation, her eyes were honest. But yet Tony still sensed a red flag. As much as he silently begged himself to, he couldn't ignore it. He attacked her mouth again. Pushed her hips down and ground them onto his. With his left hand he squeezed and massaged her breast through the dress, but with his other hand he swiped some sweat off of the cold glass of champagne sitting untouched in the middle console. He firmly wiped across the spot on her thigh, pushing the dress up again, and glancing down before she could cover it.
It definitely wasn't a bruise. It was a tattoo, of what, he couldn't tell. Her hand was now covering it, and her eyes were apologetic. "You're quite the fibber aren't you" He moved her hand from the tattoo, she didn't resist much, but her expression was calculating. Like she was trying to figure out an equation in her head. Tony inwardly snorted at the thought, yeah right. Though as soon as Tony realized exactly what her body ink was of, he took back all of his inside cracks on her intellect.
"Wow, wow, wow, something's not right here. Who are you, what is this whole charade you're pulling"
She giggled, "What? What's wrong, you don't like my tattoo?"
"You mean your tattoo, that's supposed to be a bruise. I don't know that I've ever seen bruises this detailed", Tony's voice was rising a little. He felt like a fool, like he was being played, and what's worse is that it scared him terribly. Why was this girl playing a role for him, what was scary was thinking of how good at playing this role she was. Did Tony just sit a psycho on his lap, and allow himself to be painfully illuded?
"Ok so I lied about the bruise, it's no biggy, I just didn't want you to make fun of my tattoo. It was done on a whim and I'm regretting it now."
"No no no, cut the shit. You can't tell me that this whole half-witted sex kitten display you're putting on, somehow matches with Oscar fucking Wilde's face tattooed on your thigh. That's why you covered it. Cus you knew it could blow up your cover. Because dumb spoiled sluts don't read English literature, much less memorialize it on their bodies. Now can you fucking explain to me why you spent the entire night making me believe you're a completely different person? God, I knew something wasn't right!"
She weighed her options in her head, and decided there wasn't any hope left for this cover. She had no idea how she was going to gain his trust back enough to carry out the mission. Well first things first, poor guy. He's sweaty and frustrated. I suppose there's no sense in hiding who Eden really is now.
Tony watched in fascination and slight horror as the flirtatious smirk dropped and left her face completely, leaving a serious pouty frown. Her eyes no longer appeared bright and wide eyed. They were now cold and steely. The dimples were nonexistent, and left no trace of ever being there in the first place. Tony felt like he was looking at a different woman, or the evil twin of the woman he had a second ago. The sincerity of her mask was now completely washed away and seemed as if it was impossible for it to ever have been present on the stoic expressionless face before him.
"Congratulations, you caught me", there was no sense of innocence in her tone anymore. It was icy, sarcastic, but yet calm and expressionless, like some kind of experienced serial killer.
Tony suddenly felt panicked and fearful, this woman was obviously not pulling a prank on him. She fucked with his head for a reason, she wanted something, and it wasn't his cock like she led him to believe.