“I /like/ that idea!” It was probably a bad thing that she wanted to simply toss aside the entire idea of the movie, wasn’t it? To reward Tony for his thoughtfulness as he deserved. Yes. Probably a bad thing. She clung tight to his hand and laughed up at him. “So what do you want to watch?”He snorted. “Fuck if I care,” he replied, as the car pulled up and the valet handed him back the keys. “We don’t plan on actually watching it, so it could be static for all I care.” He handed the valet a few bills and tugged open the passenger side door for Summer. “Unless you’re just rarin’ to see a film tonight.”
Before she got in the car, she leaned up, hand behind his neck, to whisper in his ear, “Would you like to watch me undress for you, instead of a movie?” She didn’t wait for an answer, sliding into the Veyron’s seat with a smirk that rivalled Tony’s best, then concentrated on looking innocent and demure.