❝ I find it difficult to believe you’re GREEN when it comes to anything. ❞ she smiles in return, the slight growl in her tone highlighting the tease of possibility. Truthfully she was interested ——- rich men never want ANYTHING easy; and Tony Stark is no exception. What he can’t get either isn’t worth mentioning or the exact opposite. But then again, she’s had a lot of that lately. The situation at the MET had been the icing on the cake.
( a challenge is a challenge after all ——- and being on the edge of something this big was filling her with a different but equally satisfying sense of exhilaration… )
❝ … and you’re good for it, right ? I mean, I know where you work. ❞ she drawls again, her tone warming, taking a step closer and tipping her head downwards, encouraging him to land on the rooftop where she stands. ❝ I don’t get out of bed for less than half a mil these days. So whatever you want better be worth my time. ❞
❛ I THINK IT’S PRETTY OBVIOUS WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR–––
–– or do I need to spell it out for you? If you’re sniffing around for a hint, you could try the headlines in the Daily Planet, I guess. ❜ His words are accompanied by a dismissive one-shouldered SHRUG. She’s got a read on him, that’s for sure, so any ACT he’s trying to play up might as well be for his own ENTERTAINMENT.
Tony actually LAUGHS, exposing a sliver of his throat in the darkness. He wants to laugh again when he realizes that the woman might not be JOKING. ❛ I’m good for it, sweetheart, and then some. ❜
❛ What else do you need from me to close this deal? A bank statement? Or can we just shake hands like they do in the movies and call it kosher? ❜