“God and you accused me of flirting,” Tony laughed. “You got yourself a deal Miss Summer.” He smirked. “Hope you’re ready to clean my apartment.”
She spluttered into her drink. “I suck at flirting. /If/ you win, I’ll be ready to do anything you say, Mr Irresistible. But false comments will get you nowhere.”
“Mr Irresistible.” Tony smiled rubbing his chin. “I like that. If I win you have to call me that for the entire month. “And I’ll tell you a secret. I am the king of flirtation. And I know quality flirting when I see it. And that was some five star flirting.”
Summer turned nearly the same colour as her hair, subsiding behind her cup. “Shut up, geekboy,” she mumbled. “First you have to win.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard. I think Summer’s got the hots for Stark.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Not that I can blame you,” he laughed sipping his coffee.
“I told you already, you won’t know if that’s the case. See, pretty boy,” she leaned forward, eyes intent, “I know your kind. Arrogant, good-looking, and smug with it. You think you just have to crook a finger and anything you want will drop at your feet. You don’t know what it’s like to struggle for … ” she flailed a hand, looking for a word, “just friends. The number of times a guy like you tried to butter me up, just so he could make me look like a fool for his friends, or to cheat off my work … it’s stupid. So maybe I do ‘have the hots’ for you.” She blinked, mouth compressing around the things she wanted to say, then sat back. “You’re going to have to work for this one.”