“Why Mr Stark, are you saying I’m a distraction?” Summer grinned at him mischievously, and draped one hand over his thigh perilously close to his crotch.“You? Distract me?” Tony returned innocently. “Never. That never happens.”
(Somewhere in the penthouse, Jarvis rolled his eyes.)He arched one eyebrow and one side of his mouth quirked up. “You don’t seem to mind being a distraction.”
She purred, “I /love/ being a distraction.” She batted her eyelashes and licked her lips, slowly, before failing to maintain a straight face and breaking up into laughter. “So I should come with you on the next business trip.”