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.
Tony stared after her for a second, before he grinned and made his way around the car and slid into the driver’s seat. “You know,” he started conversationally, “that innocent act was a hell of a lot more convincing back in August.” He started the car and pulled away from the curb. “I think I like your idea better.”
“I can’t even begin to imagine why,” she shot back. “I /am/ innocent, sweet, harmless, and adorable. Just because I want to make you beg me to touch you tonight doesn’t change any of that.” Summer picked up the pendant and looked at it, turning it over and over and sliding her fingers around the edge. “I think this may be the most beautiful thing anyone has ever given me.”