A/N: Chapters will get longer promise, and something will actually happen next chapter. Double promise
Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers.
"What do you want", he muttered, his tone annoyed. He pushed her off of his lap, not trusting what she could do next while on top of him. She landed on the floor in front of him, and stayed there leaning back on her hands with her legs still open.
"You haven't given me what I want yet", her eyes darted to his crotch, then back up to his face. Her face was bored, expressionless, and seemed honest yet again. But Tony wouldn't be fooled again.
"Cut the shit already, did you not get that I already figured you out? I'm not above throwing a woman out of a moving car"
She laughed. It was low, slow and dripping in sarcasm.
"Oh Mr. Stark, you will never figure me out. But it was worth one more shot, and since you asked so nicely, I might as well tell you that I was going to rob you. Oh boy, was I going to rob you", she raised her eyebrow slightly, leading Tony to wonder just how much she was going to take. "But my partner failed to hack the security on your bank account. He told me before we left."
Tony smirked triumphantly. Of course he failed. I set up that security myself.
"And yet you're still here. Panties too wet to turn back?"
She scoffed and glared at him. "Please, I'm waiting to see what's valuable in your house. Oh god, I literally saw your ego just grow two sizes. No doubt a hell of a lot faster than your dick would've. What are you, 50? Three minute sex really doesn't sound appealing to me, no matter how much money I might get out of it."
Tony frowned, but yet found her snippy comment compelling, and almost challenging.
"Ouch, ok so you don't want to fuck. But that now leaves me with no use for you, so you can either A use that Oscar nominated acting again and give me great sob story on why I should give you some money anyway, or B get the fuck out of my fancy vehicle."
She didn't react only stared; bored. "How about you just watch me send this picture of you with your hand in my underwear to Ms. Potts, how's that sound?"
Tony blanched at the sight her pulling his phone out from the back of her dress. Pepper was well aware of Tony's cheating habit but after her promise to him last time to wreak havoc on all of his prized possessions if he were to ever do it again, he didn't want to test her. "If you give me that back, I will call you a moving truck to take all of my furniture."
Tony watched her take a moment to consider his bargain, then seemingly satisfied, she tossed back his phone.
"How do I know you'll keep your word?"
"You don't", he smiled brightly.
"You know genius, I've had your phone since you first let me put my hands on you. Can you just imagine what else I've got? By the way, Pepper's flight got canceled, she won't be in till Sunday."
Tony crossed his eyebrows, befuddled. She nodded towards his phone. He opened his messages, to find that Pepper had text him with that bit of information nearly three hours ago, about the time he had arrived at the lounge. And there was his reply, which he didn't write. Sent about twenty minutes after he arrived.
"Just a hunch here, but it seems you've done this before? "
"Hm, you're almost as sarcastic as I am."
"I think you're much better at it than I am", he smiled slightly, with a glint in his eye. He was actually complementing her. He's somewhat handsome when he isn't being such a horny sleaze.
Tony had no problem admitting to himself that he was impressed. She really almost got him. And even in her defeat, she's refusing to leave empty handed. Her cool and reserved, snarky attitude was so very intriguing. How all her careful planning and undercover spy shit has for the most part gone to waste, but she still has a tight hold on his balls. It was all looking quite alluring to Tony now. He couldn't trust her, but he still wanted to just to see what she would do.
"So what's your real name?''
"You didn't know my name to begin with"
"True, but now I actually give a damn. You're really good at playing the funk by the way, had me goin there"
"Doesn't take much, does it? As long as I've got pair, right" she gestured to down to her breasts, with those big callous eyes of hers. "I would've been blonde too, if the wig wasn't so…blonde."
He took a sip of the champagne, and relaxed into the chair again. She felt accomplished seeing his skepticism begin to melt away again.
"Not into blondes huh, me neither"
She perked an eyebrow again.
"Oh no? Could've fooled me"
Tony pursed his lips, "So you've done homework on me"
She rolled her eyes, "Of course not, all I need to know is your name to try to steal millions from you"
"There's that sarcasm. Millions, that's very uh ambitious of you. "
"I look to you to have barely made it past puberty. Now who's the ambitious one?"
"Touché. But I do believe it was you who pursued me. And no pubescent adolescent I've ever seen has curves like that."
"Then I must be your first cherry bomb Mr. Stark. Lost your touch have you old man?"
"Keep makin jabs at my age like that and I'm gonna have to put you over my knee. You can call me grandpa if you'd like, though I've found that Daddy is a bit sexier" he winked, and smirked at her with all the charm of a seasoned womanizer. Reluctantly, she confessed to herself that she found it quite sexy. But unlike him, she could contain herself. Now that Tony thinks he's uncovered the worst of her intentions, and is convinced his compromising will not be so detrimental of a loss, he's comfortable enough to test the waters with this 'new' woman. Deflecting his suggestive remarks would keep him entertained enough to not ask her anymore questions that would force her to weave together an even bigger lie. She had to be careful, because she had yet to get inside his house and once inside it would be like keeping the wind from blowing over her carefully built tower of cards. She would need to focus mainly on staying invisible, and keeping him unalarmed at least until she got him to a bathroom or his room. The bigger the lie, the harder it is to keep up with, making it all the more difficult to pacify him. Thankfully, they should be arriving in no longer than ten minutes.
"Was that supposed to be seductive? I'll watch you pop a Viagra later, if you don't mind. It just makes me orgasm instantly."
Tony smiled and looked at her with hunger in his eyes, liking the idea of making her take that statement back through rather enjoyable methods.
"You know sarcasm is the lowest form of wit"
"It's also the highest form of intelligence"
"Other than me, of course"
"Well, then I suppose God does make mistakes"
"Mmm, I like it when you talk dirty to me"
"Then you're gonna love when I rub some Rogaine on your head later. I'm wet just thinking about. Positively, soaked." She said this with such a deadened voice, it made Tony laugh. She didn't of course, only looked at him with dull irritation. He stared into her cold blue eyes, then down to her plump frowning lips, finding that he wanted them to keep spewing sarcastic insults at him.
"So are you going to tell me your name?"
"Danny"
"Short for Danielle, maybe Daniella?"
"No, just Danny."
"Ok Danny, so tell something about you. Other than that you need money. What for by the way? Extreme medical procedure? Cosmetic surgery? A yacht?"
"That's none of your business"
"Considering its my money, I think it just might be"
"Considering I still have the upper hand here; it really isn't"
"I don't completely know that you do, and I can gain that back."
"Sure you can. I suppose it does take a dreamer to achieve the success you have. How unfortunate in this circumstance though, I'm a realist."
"Well now that I know we're both aware of how consistently successful I am, how about you just tell me now and spare yourself the trouble later"
"You know my name, and my style of thought process, isn't that enough?"
"I also know that you're in need, which you should heavily consider before refusing to answer my question again," he leaned in and whispered" Heads up, I think you might've misplaced that upper hand.
He thinks he has something up his sleeve, how adorable. She let him run off with his imagination for the time being.
"You're very persistent", she narrowed her eyes, making it sound like an insult.
He then scooted from his seat and sat on the floor of the limo directly in front of her. Placing his hands under her knees and pulling her towards him so that her legs were on either side of him. She watched him intently as he reached up and knocked three times on the hard surface of one of the cup holders. The driver lowered the privacy panel, "Yes Mr. Stark"
"Change of plans, take us to the condo. Feel free to take your time"
"Okie doke"
Tony then turned to her, his face dangerously close, sliding his hands from her knees to her thighs, looking at every part of her face as if she were dessert.
"Persistent isn't even the word"
Though she didn't show it much Tony could still see the anger oozing from those hypnotic orbs. Good. This means she knows my condo is another two hours from here. Upper hand seized. Then before he could even register what happened, he was holding his nose in pain. She head butted him.
"Bitch" With the same air of indifference, smirking she pointed to her nose.
"You've got a little blood"