Summer wasn’t even entirely sure why she’d even bothered to buy any tickets to that celebrity lottery. Okay, so it was Tony Stark, THE Iron Man. Okay, so they were cheap, and it was a good cause.
She’d certainly never expected to WIN.
Now the petite redhead was standing outside Stark Tower, six months in New York at least enabling her to not gape upwards, waiting to actually meet the man whose life she’d get to be a part of for the next three days. She shoved her hands into her blue jean pockets, idly swaying back and forth on the balls of her feet.
To be entirely honest, Tony hadn’t been so keen on the whole auction thing. But Pepper had talked him into it. Something about good PR, the proceeds going to a good cause, and ‘for goodness sake, Tony, it’s only three days, you can make it.’
So he stepped out of the glass doors onto the sidewalk, looking around as he did. There was already someone out there, presumably waiting, and he peered at her over the edge of his sunglasses, giving her a once over. Not bad. Definitely not bad.
His most charming grin in place, Tony strolled up to her. ”You wouldn’t happen to be waiting out here for me, would you?”
“Unless you’re Mr. Stark’s identical twin kept hidden from the world for decades just to double for him in public … I believe I am.” Rumour claimed Tony Stark was a man who liked sass, and by gods, Summer could do sass. She pulled a slender, long-fingered hand out of her pocket and offered it, low, with a smile. “I’m Summer Rainault.”
For a man of his age, Tony was a good looking piece, especially out of the suit. Cocky smile, neat goatee, tall dark and handsome check … it was possible this could be an extremely amusing three days.