Sorry that these chapters show up whenever they want. I post them on time and then is all coy about it. Love you.

It felt like an eternity before the basement sprang back to life. Overhead lights illuminated one at a time from the garage entrance and back to where Scarlett sat in the office chair. A car she didn't recognize entered and parked in the spot furthest away. The Mark VII flew in behind it and landed on the gantry. Scarlett was exhausted. She couldn't sleep down there and every time she started to drift the guilt woke her back up.

"Where's Pepper?" Scarlett asked Happy as he approached. The Mark VII was battered, dented and stained with blood on one side. Even so, she was still mad enough at Tony that she wouldn't go out of her way to greet him.

"Paramedics arrived before we could get to the hospital. She was brought in to get a few stitches and to do a concussion check. Don't worry. It's only a precaution." Happy smiled, offering Scarlett little comfort. But both of them faltered as Tony looked to them, annoyed.

"Any word on when she'll be out?" Scarlett continued to ignore Tony even though he flew in front of Happy to block him from her view. If he was going to continue being an ass, then she wouldn't bother with him.

"She'll be fine. I have a car going to pick her up once she's done. Go home, Hogan." Tony didn't bother looking at his driver and he offered an apologetic smile before disappearing upstairs.

Hissing as it opened, the helmet of the Mark VII retracted and revealed Tony, lip bloodied, hair matted with sweat. He was scowling, brown eyes still filled with anger.

"What were you doing in South Africa?"

Scarlett turned away and Tony glared. He grabbed her chin and turned her to look back at him forcefully. He expected her rage but instead she was confused. Hurt. Another cruel trick? Something to make him feel bad? The men who pursued her had nearly killed him. And she expected him to feel guilty?

Scarlett ignored him, hardening her features.

"I said: What were you doing in South Africa? What were you doing that has these people so hellbent on getting you back that they're willing to kill me and the people I care about to get you?" Tony's lip curled in a snarl. Scarlett grabbed the hand of the Mark VII holding her captive and shoved it away. He let her.

"It's none of your business."

"Those men out there were looking for you."

"You don't know that." Scarlett shrugged. "Do you? Get out of my face, Stark." She turned away from him and he watched her go.

"Right. Because it makes perfect sense that they'd go after my people looking for some other mysterious woman whose come into our lives. Oh, wait. No one else has. It's pretty convenient isn't it, Scarlett? That I pick up some no name being held by a terrorist organization and less than twelve hours after you're awake, we're attacked."

"I'm sorry, convenient?" Scarlett scoffed, not turning toward him. Her shoulders were stiff. "How exactly is this convenient? For you or for me? And how do you think they found me, hmm?" Her hands were shaking. Tony walked away and stepped back onto the gantry, letting it pull the armor off of him, wincing as it pulled away from his arm. Scarlett turned to watch. Even in her anger, he could see her admiring the mechanics.

"Careful, careful." Tony's shoulder was bloodied and dirty. The skin around it was already bruising. "For all I know, Scarlett? You tipped them off when you ran away from me at the club."

Scarlett finally looked to him. She couldn't blame him for not trusting her, but for some reason, the accusations hurt. It was different than when Scott accused her of sleeping with every guy under the sun or not caring about him enough or dressing too provocatively. It held weight. It mattered and she wasn't sure why.

"Maybe you work for them still. How do I know that you're not trying to use me? For them." Tony stepped away from the gantry once free from the suit. Parts of the shattered armor fell to the ground with a clatter. "Clean up the mess, Jarvis. Repair what you can. Leave the rest for me."

"Is that what you really think?" She thought she'd made it clear that she hadn't. She'd told him how long she was trapped. She'd shared intimate details of things that she was afraid to say.

She was a fool.

Tony was hurt too. He felt like he'd found a kindred spirit. But now his heart was filled with doubt. This woman had brought danger into their lives.

"You caused the explosion." Tony approached, all puffed up like a bird doing a complex mating ritual. Except this wasn't to draw her to him, it was to intimidate her. "The one that took down the building while I was outside fighting MedCo forces. I'm sure of it." Tony tilted his head up and looked down at her. "How do I know you didn't double cross them? Maybe you're the villain here. That would explain why they're pissed enough to chase you."

Scarlett didn't back down. Anger to mask hurt which masked fear. "You can believe whatever you want, Stark. I did trigger that explosion. In fact, I spent several weeks building that bomb right under their noses. Go ahead. Make me the villain." Scarlett was afraid she might actually punch him if he kept at her. She was mad and still coming down from the alcohol. And he was being a dick. "You make a lot of assumptions for a guy with so little information. Shocked you call yourself a scientist."

"Assumptions?" Tony spoke over her and muttered to himself. "I wouldn't have to make assumptions if you would tell me a damn thing about yourself instead of holding every bit of information like a bargaining chip. Just tell me what happened." Tony approached aggressively and was surprised when she backed away.

"No."

"What are you so scared of? Why not tell me if you're innocent in all this? I don't think you're the type to give a shit what I think of you." Tony sneered. She continued to take a step back with his every movement forward. But she backed up against the desk and Tony kept her from going left or right. He rested his hands on either side of her on his desk, eyes narrowed. "We nearly died because those assholes wanted you."

"Back off." Scarlett sounded like a scared animal, shaking with rage.

"Tell me what you did over there or I'm going to hand you over to the police. I'm tired of these petty games of yours. It's not a game. These are people's lives. You're letting people get hurt. For what? Your ego? You talk about mine like I'm the scum of the earth but you're worse. A quiet ego kills." Tony threatened. Angry words intended to hurt and it seemed to be working.

"Yeah, letting people get hurt. I saved your life back there but I guess that doesn't matter, does it? No, because my quiet ego is going to get you killed." Scarlett shoved him away from her, escaping where she'd practically been pinned. "Go fuck yourself, Stark. This isn't a game! And I'm not treating it like one. And if it was, then you're a piss poor player."

"Not playing it well enough for you?"

"You got yourself into trouble tonight. Not me. You locked me up. You put me in another prison cell. Why? I could have helped. And you know what? You could have just handed me over if you wanted to protect your friends so badly." The truth was, they didn't really know if those men were after Scarlett. Though Scarlett had no reason to believe otherwise. "For all we know, they were after you or some bimbo you had on your arm."

"They told me they were after you. How many times do you have to hear it before you take responsibility for…?"

"I have more than taken responsibility for the wrongs I've committed, Stark. Did they call me by name? And besides, did you ever think that maybe when you were playing the overcompensation game in front of that club that maybe someone saw me? If you're sure it's me? Or maybe someone who hates you, because I know that's a lot of people, saw me on your arm for a minute and thought to use me against you. We don't have enough facts to draw conclusions, you asshole! Instead, you just… threw me in another prison. One wrong move and it's back to captivity. Right? Go ahead. Have me arrested. At least then I know I'm a prisoner."

"That's bullshit and you know it. All of it." Tony ruffled his sweaty hair. "It's not me. It's you. And I will not have you putting their lives in jeopardy!"

"You're Iron Man and you worry that I'm what's putting your friends in danger?" She stepped closer and pointed an accusatory finger at him. "Everyone I put in danger is dead, Stark. If you want to play the guilt game then go look in a fucking mirror."

She struck a nerve. Guilt swept over him but quickly he masked the wound with frustration. He laughed under his breath and then turned away from her. He sat down in his desk chair and squeezed the stress ball that fell into his lap.

"Jarvis? Download the data from tonight's flight." Tony waited for the data to appear, in a huff.

"Sir? I'm afraid that what I have already retrieved is all that can be retrieved. When Miss Damien rebooted your system the previous files were overwritten. All that's left is what we worked through prior to that." Cursing, Tony wiped his filthy hand over his face. He couldn't be mad about that. The reboot saved his life.

"Thanks for trying, Jarvis. Keep that data up for me and back it up for analysis." Tony scanned his garage and then perked up at the sight of the dent and broken lamp on his classic convertible. "What the hell happened to my car?" Tony got up and knelt before the hot rod, looking over the dent and scrape with a sigh.

"That was me." Scarlett sat on the edge of the desk.

"Why? I just had that thing repaired." Tony sounded annoyed, but he was also pouting. "You'll pay for the damage."

"Yeah. I will." Scarlett shrugged. "You trapped me in here after saving your life. I was mad. So I threw something. Didn't mean to hit the car. Just frustrated to be in another prison cell." She averted her eyes. Tony was getting irritated that she kept calling it that. This was his home! He was not holding her prisoner. Then again, he had literally locked her up for a few hours.

"My life only needed saving because those men were after you." Tony turned away from the car. At least she was willing to pay for the repair.

"Oh, just stop it." Scarlett laughed in disbelief.

"Stop what? Telling the truth?" Tony took a deep breath and some of that rage melted away. She was right about some of it but like hell would he admit it.

"Why bring something with them to stop you if they wanted to get to me?" Scarlett offered. That was a good point, actually. And he didn't really think she'd willingly worked for MedCo. No wonder she was mad. If anyone had accused him of planning his kidnapping in Afghanistan, he'd lose his mind.

"Fine. That's a good point." Tony admitted, walking back to his desk where Scarlett still sat on the edge. She was avoiding his eyes. "I don't think they were after me. But you're right, I don't know what they were doing. I'll send you a bill for the car after it's repaired."

"Once I can… get my paperwork reissued I'll… pay you for it." Scarlett had plenty of money. She'd never really used it. The jobs she did paid heavily. She'd donated a lot of it to charity. Someday, probably soon, she'd use it to disappear and live her days out on some beach. It was time to retire. She was too old for this shit.

"You should go rest. You look exhausted." Tony sat again and messed with the stress ball once more. Scarlett nodded to agree. But he was different now that the anger ebbed and she recognized it all too well. Anger to mask hurt to mask fear. Just like her.

"Yeah. I should." Scarlett stepped away from the desk and made her way to the door. She stoped in front of it and felt the guilt in her stomach. He'd helped her out of Africa. No matter what he said or did now, she knew he wasn't responsible for what happened to her and Scott. She still needed the proof of course, but she was confident of it. She just wasn't the kind to trust her gut over facts on paper.

He was hurt. He needed to know she'd designed those bullets and that someone had stolen her ideas. She closed her eyes and kicked herself mentally for what she was about to do.

Turning back, she decided she couldn't leave him bleeding and pathetic. In fact, she saw herself sitting in that chair wishing that Scott would come and help her rather than storm off angry.

"What?" Tony didn't look away from the code left behind for him. As angry as he was, he was impressed with how well she'd managed her way through his code. It was a ridiculous amount of it. Every action the suit committed was written to memory in these files. Very few would see them and not be overwhelmed. That and he didn't see any attempts to even break into his files. She'd helped him in a way he didn't think anyone could.

That and she hadn't decked him for being a complete ass about it. Tony didn't handle these things so well sometimes.

"You're bleeding." Scarlett took a few steps back toward the desk.

"I don't care." Tony shrugged and then winced.

"You're… pathetic." Scarlett tried to lighten her tone. Returning to the desk, she picked up the now familiar first aid kit and was surprised when Tony grabbed her arm to stop her. His thumb brushed over the fresh bandage.

"What happened?"

"It's nothing." Scarlett pulled her arm away. He more than deserved the silent treatment for now. He tried to tug on her arm again but she swatted his hand away with a glare. He was unable to hide his smile. It finally broke the angry tension.

"Still feisty even after I threaten to lock you up." Tony leaned back in the chair. Scarlett sat on the desk near Tony and folded her arms over his chest. "Sorry, sorry. It's fine. Don't worry about me. I'll get it looked at in the morning." Tony waved her off and turned away in his chair. Scarlett hooked her heel in the arm of the office chair and forced him to look at her again. Tony smirked, delighted that she'd done so.

"You're insisting, right? I should just let you do this?" Tony sighed, braiding his fingers together and leaned back in his chair, judging her. Why was she helping him? She had every right to storm off and tell him to go fuck himself. They didn't know each other, but he knew enough to know he was wrong about all the awful things he said.

This was dangerous. Tony knew it but he was always attracted to danger. It was part of why being Iron Man suited him.

Scarlett opened the first aid kit and pulled out some supplies. The wound on his shoulder was messy. He might even need a few stitches. At least there was only a bump on his forehead. The cut on his lip had already closed. It was just messy like the rest of him.

"Fine. If I knew you wanted to play doctor I would have behaved better. I didn't realize you liked me so much." Tony teased. Scarlett put down the cloth she was about to use to clean his wound. "Too much?" Tony laughed. Scarlett smiled but then tugged the chair closer to her with her heel again, adjusting it so his left shoulder was closest to her.

"Oh? You're not going to talk to me?" Tony kept working on his screen, but he watched her out of the corner of his eye. She urged him to pay attention and he smiled. "Fine. But be gentle. It's my first time."

Ignoring his quips, Scarlett reached to dab the wound on his forehead and then grunted in irritation as he leaned out of the way before the cloth touched his skin.

"You know, I can just pay someone to do this."

Scarlett pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Especially if this is you going out of the way to cause me pain. I'm not a masochist. This isn't sexy." Tony pouted and she glared at him. "I mean, I could do a little pain. Women don't usually try and overpower me, I'm kind of a top and… would be a bossy bottom and…"

Grabbing onto his jaw, she urged him to look at her and held him in place. Then she went to wipe at the wound on his forehead again and he winced before it even touched his skin. She narrowed her eyes again and he smiled beneath her grip. He watched her thoughtful blue eyes and wondered what was going on behind them. He should apologize. But he didn't like apologizing. That would be admitting he was wrong and he wasn't necessarily wrong as much as he was a dick.

Temples throbbing as she finally cleaned the wound, he temporarily saw stars. Gingerly, Scarlett cleaned the small scrape. With a second cloth she then set about cleaning the blood and dirt off of his face. Tony scrunched up his nose in a childish way as she did. She smiled. Tony then rubbed his jaw as she finally let him go.

"I would have sat still eventually, you know. I just didn't get the chance. You don't have to manhandle me." Pouting again, Tony then smirked, opening his mouth to make yet another raunchy joke.

"No…" Scarlett warned him against it.

"No what? I need more than that, Scarlett. How am I supposed to avoid a joke after that?" Tony rolled away as she pulled out a pair of shears presumably to cut off the bloodied part of his sleeve. "Oh, no way. I definitely don't trust you with sharp objects."

Scarlett threw her hands up in irritation. Leaning her head back for a moment, she wondered how on earth he got anything accomplished. Fine. If he wanted her to play sexy, she'd play sexy. She batted her eyelashes and gave him her best seductive look, biting her lower lip and curling her index finger to urge him closer.

"Oh, that's evil." Tony stayed where he'd rolled to. "No scissors." He held up a finger as if to suggest there was more to it than that. Instead, Tony unbuttoned his dress shirt and slipped it off, whining as the crusted and bloody parts stuck to him. The wound bled with his tugging as he tossed the shirt to the floor. Then he pulled at the bottom of his white undershirt and threw that off as well, pouting at the pain he'd caused himself.

The arc reactor was surprisingly bright. A brilliant blue in a sea of gray and white in his lab. The scars around the edges of the metal were fascinating. It was a nice distraction from the muscles since she was definitely not going to let him catch her taking a look. He'd have too much with that, she was certain.

As much as she wouldn't admit it, she very much liked this side of Tony. Bloody and beaten. Shirtless. Not much sexier than a man after a fight. Well, other than a man covered in grease from getting his hands dirty. She shook the thoughts away and she tapped her fingers impatiently on the desk.

"Not a thing, huh?" Tony leaned back in his chair, surprised he hadn't gotten at least a little compliment or a smile. She shook her head, then urged him closer again with her heel. He allowed her and then rested his hands on her thighs and pulled himself between them. "You know, I'd definitely at least say something if you were half naked in front of me." He tried to pull her right into his lap.

"Stark…!" Scarlett yelped in surprise at the pain that raced through her leg as he grabbed her.

"Oh, oh… I forgot." Tony winced, pulling his hands away and resting them on her knees instead. "Is it alright? Did I hurt it?" Tony tugged at her skirt and she swatted his hand again.

"No, it's fine."

"She speaks!" Tony gasped then started to tug on her waist to get her into his lap instead. "Come on. This will be easier if you're in my lap."

"No." She had to stop herself from saying more and then swatted his hands away again. There was no chance of her climbing into his lap. They would never get out of that with all their clothes on. And he was already half naked. Tony pouted but she did not relent despite wanting to. She gave his hand a squeeze and then urged it away from her. He grinned from ear to ear.

"I'm going to break through that wall." Tony laughed. Hands at her ankles, he pulled her so her heels were on the chair on either side of his thighs. Scarlett dared him to look up her skirt. He would be face down on the ground in a second flat. Tony, much to her surprise, instead braced himself to let her clean his wound.

He rested his hands on the desk on either side of her while she set about cleaning around the wound to get a better look. Most of it seemed to be caused by the Mark VII itself. The impact of the bullets had bent the metal and the edges dug into his skin. Some small pieces were even imbedded in there.

Tony cursed and hung his head as she took tweezers and pulled out the little threads of shredded metal and cleaned up the edges of the wound. She set the pieces down on the desk. Thankfully, the cut looked worse than it actually was. He wouldn't need stitches. It wasn't very deep. Just ugly.

She placed some numbing cream around it and then gently taped the gauze in place to cover it up. When finished, her hands were bloodied and Tony still hung his head. He looked… sad.

How many times had she sat alone bloody and tired? How long had she wished Scott would stop being mad long enough just to hold her? How many times had she done that after being reminded what a burden she was? That no one else would put up with her.

She didn't know how to comfort Tony even though she wanted to. So she gently patted him on the head. Much to her surprise, he slipped his arms around her waist and scooted closer between her legs in his chair. His head rested against her stomach, his eyes closed. Her fingers tangled in his short, sweaty hair and she felt her stomach twist into knots.

Much to both their surprise, she wrapped her arms around him and held him comfortingly. She didn't think she was very good at this, but maybe it mattered that she tried. After a long moment, Tony lessened his grip and so did she. He looked up at her.

He thought she'd been helping him just to hurt him. But he'd needed that. Not the hurt but the comfort. And he could have run with his dark humor and made an innuendo but it didn't seem right. Scarlett was watching him curiously, as if she didn't understand.

"Don't talk." She whispered. He tilted his head curiously but obeyed. "They were after me. I didn't work with MedCo willingly. But I sure as hell pissed them off trying to escape. They were after me." She repeated and he nodded. "I know they were because I designed those bullets." He went to talk and she held a finger to his lips. "I designed them years ago in a journal. I designed a lot of things in journals. I never sold it to anyone. They used them to send me a message."

Tony leaned back in surprise and absorbed this information. It was more than the nothing he had at the beginning of this. And he very well could have started in on her again, really dig at it until she confessed all there was to confess. But he didn't want to. It felt better when she was telling him the truth because she was willing to.

Then he nodded.

"So… good as new. Asshole." She swatted his cheek and then urged his chair away with her feet. Then she hopped off the desk and walked away from him. Why couldn't she stop thinking about climbing into his lap and just proving that as greedy a bottom as he could be, she was one hell of a top? Wasn't it complicated enough? Why give him any of the truth after the way he behaved? And why the hell had she comforted him? Why was she so connected to him?

Tony laughed in disbelief as he watched her make her way to the door.

"Wait, Scarlett." He leapt to his feet and hurried after her. He gently grabbed her wrist but she stumbled and he helped right her, just in time. "Whoa…"

"You have almost knocked me on my ass like twenty times tonight." Scarlett smoothed out her skirt and then stopped short as he tucked her rebellious curls behind her ear and out of her face. Tony wanted to thank her. He wanted to thank her for helping him and being honest with him even after he'd been a dick. And thank her for saving his life and going against orders. And maybe apologize for putting her into prison cell after prison cell. That was never what he'd meant to do.

He didn't know how to say it. Gently, he tugged her a little closer. Just a little. Tilting his head to the side, he watched her lips. They were parted just so. He could kiss them. She wasn't pulling away. Why was he the one hesitating? He wanted this. But it was different now. She'd comforted him. He ran his tongue over his teeth.

"You called me Tony." He smiled, and rested his hand on her cheek. She resisted leaning into it but he saw her eyes flutter as if she wanted to.

"Don't be ridiculous." Scarlett dismissed, voice low and soft. "And you can't prove otherwise."

"You're right. I can't." Tony could, actually. He could have Jarvis roll it back but this was more fun. He moistened his lips. "It wouldn't be so bad if we…"

"Terrible idea. Your worst idea ever." She didn't take her blue eyes off of his or pull away. That tug to her had just been lust at first but this was different now. Scarlett was right. They'd been playing a game before. It wasn't a game anymore. It was suddenly very serious.

"I don't know, I've had some pretty bad ideas before this one…" Tony urged his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Pulled her to press against him and she inhaled sharply.

She wasn't stopping him. Why wasn't she stopping him? Scarlett didn't want to kiss him. She was fooling herself. Maybe if they kissed the tension would fizzle out and she could go back to being a heartless, cruel mercenary. But part of her knew she'd lost that person a long time ago.

Meanwhile Tony was wondering what the hold up was. Why couldn't he just do it? Just pull the trigger and kiss the woman. A thing he'd done a million times. Probably more than that. Because it was different. His gut kept telling him this was different. He wasn't that guy anymore. So what was he doing?

Tender lips were so close to his. Full, red with lipstick still. He wanted it smeared on his face in passion. But he also remembered the fear on her. Fear of him. Fear for him. No, this kiss was a special one and he would make sure it was one they would both never forget. He tilted his head and felt her breath draw in sharply again, in anticipation of the thing. Her hand rested just so against his bare chest, blocking out some of the light of the reactor that lit up her best features.

Her breath shuddered and he reveled in it, feeling his heart beat faster. It was going to his head. And just as he urged his hand behind her neck to pull her in for that moment, Jarvis spoke.

"Miss Potts is on her way downstairs."

Scarlett pulled back like a cat with a plastic bag stuck on its head. Tony stood there with his tongue just between his lips, trying to quiet the string of curse words that raced through his mind. Closing his eyes, he took a breath. Pepper Potts was the biggest cock block of the planet today.

And just like that, Pepper came into the basement and hurried over to Scarlett, offering her a tight hug. Scarlett couldn't have looked more awkward as she reached around Pepper, making a face, and patting her back. Tony tried not to laugh.

"Thank you so much for everything you did tonight." Pepper laughed and pulled back from the hug with a smile. "I know I didn't trust you but you really came through. Tony would've died and we would have been right behind him. I'm so grateful." Pepper then looked Tony over in disgust.

"Are you done with your… lady crush or whatever is happening here?" Tony pointed between the two.

"You have been nothing but rude tonight." Pepper frowned at him. Another woman completely unbothered by his abs. What was he even doing with them if no one was impressed? "I hope he apologized for his behavior."

"He didn't." Scarlett didn't even look at him. Tony was surprised she didn't give him a hard time.

"Try not to take it personally. He almost never apologize for anything. I'm sorry for his behavior though." Pepper offered Scarlett a comforting pat on the arm.

"It's okay. I kind of… understand it."

"Really? Because I don't get it at all." Pepper furrowed her brow then laughed. Then Pepper looked Tony over again and narrowed her eyes. "Was he being on his best behavior?"

"I'm not a child, Pepper. Scarlett was just helping me out with my shoulder." Tony pointed to the gauze.

"I tried to tell him to come to the hospital with me." Pepper scolded.

"Honestly, I was just going to call a doctor in the morning."

"Sure, and lose all that blood all night long. You're lucky that it seems Scarlett knows what she's doing."

"You hear that? You're lucky." A playful smirk on her face, Scarlett rested her hands on her hips.

"I dislike you two getting along."

"That's too bad, isn't it?" Pepper rolled her eyes. "No concussion by the way. Thanks for asking."

"Oh, good. Then you can work tomorrow."

"Sorry to interrupt but I'm going to bed." Scarlett pointed behind her. "I'm exhausted."

"Probably a wise idea." Tony agreed. He kind of wanted to go with her but also he was racking his brain over that close call. Why had he hesitated?

"Your first day here and you've had to deal with him and then… all of this chaos." Pepper laughed. "Get some rest."

"Thanks, Pepper."

"Scarlett?" Tony walked over to the door and opened it for her.

"What?" She was wary and with good reason.

"Thanks." Tony gestured to his shoulder. "For helping me. Even though I was a baby about it."

Scarlett then took a breath, walked up to him and rested her hand on her hip. He waited for her to scold him or tease him. Instead, she smacked his ass and hard too.

"You're welcome." She walked away without so much as a word. Tony stared at her, mouth agape as she disappeared up the stairs. Then he smirked with delight.

"What just happened?"

"I may have smacked her ass earlier. It may have been revenge." Tony shrugged and then winced with his mouth open as Pepper smacked him right in the gauze. He held it with his hand and pouted.

"You are so lucky she has a sense of humor. You're going to end up sued!" Pepper stared out the door and up the stairs. "Try not to stay up all night again, huh? Get some rest." She ordered without turning around.

"Oh, I will." Tony shoved his hands in his pockets and watched his assistant go. Then he turned back to his desk. He'd lied. There was no going to sleep after that.