After a long busy day, I took a nice relaxing bubble bath, and then I spent the rest of the night in my room. I had changed into my silk chemise and climbed onto my bed. I fixed my pillows, got comfortable and grabbed the book I recently bought. It was a vampire love story, a REAL vampire love story. I couldn't stand the fake crap people were coming out with these days. I mean sparkling vampires? No thanks! I don't want any of that Twilight nonsense. I began reading chapter 4; the book was pretty good, for the first couple of chapters at least. I had high hopes it would get better.

"Tianna?..." I looked up to see Tony standing in the doorway. I smiled at him and nodded for him to come over. "I'm sorry to interrupt dear, but I did knock."

"I didn't hear a thing; I must have been too into my book. So what's up?" I placed my book beside me as Tony sat at the edge of the bed.

"Oh, nothing, I was just checking up on you. I'm about to go to bed, thought I'd see if you needed anything." He said and grabbed my book. "I'm hoping this isn't 50 Shades of Grey…" Tony turned the book to read the title. "Cold Kiss… looks interesting. May I borrow it when you've finished?"

"Sure, as long as you bring it back." I took the book from him and rested it on my lap.

"Of course, dear. So, you don't need anything?"

"Not that I know of… Do YOU need anything?"

"Not at this moment." Tony gave me a weird look after he answered. I sensed something was wrong, but I also sensed he wanted to talk about it, but didn't want to talk about it at the same time. Tony got up off the bed and smiled at me. "Well, goodnight gorgeous." He said and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Hmm, weird…" I said to myself.

I looked at my book. I was about to read it again when my mind changed its course. I found myself thinking of Tony. I thought about his smile, his laugh, the way he would enter a room. I realized he was such a gentleman to me lately, than from when we first met. I wondered why he hadn't tried to kiss me at all. Did he lose interest? Was I… suddenly wanting him to kiss me? No. Definitely… not! That would be totally out of order.

On the other hand, he was a great kisser. Hmm… There were just so many things that wouldn't leave my mind and they were all about Tony Stark. I mean, he was handsome; his smile could light up a room, and his smirks? Oh my God! He had a nice body, and definitely didn't look his age. He had a great personality that I admired; smart, stubborn, funny, charming, and mysterious. Not to mention arrogant and sometimes an ass… But he hasn't been arrogant or an ass lately…

What was going on with Tony? More importantly, what was going on with me? Why was he suddenly all I thought about, all I dreamed about? Whenever he was around me, my heart skipped a beat, I suddenly got very nervous; my stomach would feel like there were butterflies floating around. When he said my name, it would always sound so smooth and enchanting. Sometimes I would find myself fantasizing about what he's like in the bedroom… I was assuming he was great in bed, considering all the women wanted to be in his bed. Was it normal to fantasize about that stuff?

Dear God… Was I falling for Tony Stark? NO! Absolutely, positively not! I would never… Maybe I was falling for Tony Stark. Oh, who am I kidding? I was definitely falling for Tony and I know I've fallen too far in to get out. Damn…

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"No ma, I'm doing fine here… No, there's no need for you to come over, really… Ma! I know you warned me about Jillian, but please! Don't drag it on longer than it needs to be…" Tony stood in the doorway and looked at me. I looked back at him, getting shivers down my spine. I turned away quickly and continued to talk with my mum. "Ma, I'm pretty sure he's not going to appreciate that… This isn't Burger King, Ma. You can't have it your way… Fine… I'll let him know… Love you too ma…" I hung up and turned around.

"He's not going to appreciate what?" Tony asked and walked over to me.

"My mother coming over for dinner tonight…" I said and shrugged.

"I'd love for her to join us. In fact, I know a great dish I can make!" Tony grinned and walked passed me.

"You? Cook? Wait a second!" I said following him down the stairs.

"Ms. Bellfaire, I happen to know more about cooking than grilling a cheeseburger." He said, walking into the kitchen.

"But you've never grilled a cheeseburger…"

"Doesn't mean I don't know how." He winked at me and grabbed some ingredients from the fridge, then put an apron on. "What time did she say she would be here?"

"6:30, but she's always half an hour early. Listen Tony, you really should object to her being here!" I whined.

"No darling, she will be having dinner with us and that's final. Now put on an apron, I'll need your help." Tony handed me the apron and I put it on unwillingly.

2 hours later, we had finished cooking what I hoped would be a great meal. We made French onion soup, garlic bread, roasted chicken and mashed potatoes, with a lot of other stuff in it too. Tony proved me wrong, he did know more about cooking than I thought. This man was full of surprises and I liked that. It's not often you find a man who doesn't mind cooking and is great at it.

I began setting the table, plates, bowls, etc. Once done, I grabbed the chilled wine and put it in the middle of the table. Then, while Tony was doing his finishing touches, I cleaned up the kitchen. I knew I wouldn't want to clean later on, might as well do it now. Procrastination was a very good friend of mine…