“Oh yeah,” Summer answered immediately. She leaned into his warmth. She refused to gape at the limo, instead scrambling in. She couldn’t stop herself gazing around with wide eyes, though. “It’s all I’m really good for.” Buckling herself in, she gave Tony a wry smile. “I’ve spent quite a lot of time at the periphery of your life because of that, actually.”
Tony noticed her gawk but kept silent. It wasn’t his most lavish of automobiles but the genius knew from experience it was best to let new people ease their way into his lifestyle. “Everybody’s got something…not everyone figures it out though. Especially so young,” he spoke as he leaned toward the middle of the limo, reaching for the fridge. “We’re all set back here, Happy,” he nodded toward the driver as he pulled a couple bottles of water from the small refrigerator. “Would you like one? We have champagne too but Pepper doesn’t like it when I drink before dinner,” he chuckled, offering Summer a water bottle.
She took it, but mostly to have something in her hands. “So young? How old do you think I am?” Twisting the bottle around, she undid the buckle and slid over to Tony’s side. Raising her eyebrows a little, she went on, “You were willing to … carry me off to bed without even knowing?”