philanthropistplayboybillionaire:
philanthropistplayboybillionaire:
All she could do was shake her head with a forbearing smile and follow Tony to the booth. Very purposefully, she sat across from him. “Just a soda,” Summer said firmly, to the waiter. “Lemon-lime.” Then she fixed Tony with a sceptical look. “You’ll see about later? Maybe you want to ask me? I might have plans. I might have a boyfriend — or girlfriend.”
I might be starting to wonder if the game is worth the candle, she thought. I definitely don’t want to be a one-night stand.
He simply smiled, lacing his fingers together and balancing his chin atop them. “Well, do you?” The waiter brought their drinks, already knowing what the billionaire would order.
Summer tried to keep her face stern, but failed after a minute, laughing. “Okay, you got me,” she admitted. “I don’t have anyone. I have no lovers, I have no plans, and I have no life.” Tearing the top of the paper on the straw, she tried to blow it at Tony.
The paper straw cover flew wildly through the air towards the Iron Man, who caught it quickly. Tony chuckled lightly. “You don’t seem like the type to have no life. Come on. There’s gotta be something you’re interested in. Besides me, of course.~” That arrogant, self-appreciating grin stretched across his face.
“Just what is that supposed to mean?” she commented lightly. “Seriously, I don’t have a life the way you think of it. I’m not a party girl; I don’t spend a lot of time in the bars. Mostly I stay home and read, or play video games. Twice a week I go to martial arts class.” She sipped at her drink. “There are lots of things I’m interested in, but mostly they don’t constitute a life.”