“Still. Stylistically, it’s really nice.” She slid into the elevator behind him, trying not to stare as openly at him as she was at his tower. It was hard, though. Summer had admired — be honest, loved — Tony Stark for a long time, for many more reasons than just his gorgeous appearance. She gnawed at her lip in the hope it would help her keep her mouth shut.
Tony was rather oblivious to her. His attention was much more set on the numbers slowly growing. “I’ll show you my penthouse first. We’ll start on the top and work our way down, how about it?” Finally, he turned towards his admirer, a smile stuck to his lips.
Penthouse. Yeah, okay. Where the Avengers had fought Loki to a standstill. Where Tony lived. Be cool, she thought, breathe, relax, don’t project. He’s just taking you on the simple tour he offered, no sweat, nothing to it.
“That sounds really great.” Summer tapped a toe against the floor of the elevator and chuckled a little. “Good thing I wore my walking shoes.”
Bloody hell, she couldn’t even look him in the eyes.