React: Tony Stark x Reader

After Hours

Hours passed at my laptop. After the file scare and Tony's near wrath I stuck to my emails as a bloodhound to scent. It was long, tedious work but the reward of being able to keep my job after all my previous fuck ups, kept me going strong. After a few long hours of work, Tony stuck his head into the room.

"Are you at a place where you can take a break?" his voice was softer than earlier.

"I guess so, yeah."

"Come in here then," his head slid back into his office. I walked into the room and he once again sat on the corner of his desk facing the guest chairs. "Take a seat ((Y/N))," he gestured to the open seats. Upon sitting, I was handed a coffee. "That's the way you like it right?"

I inspected the label and found my coffee order perfectly replicated, "Yeah, how did you know that?"

"Company records," his voice was monotone. Taking a sip from his own cup, I saw a smirk start to rise from the corners of his mouth, "I'm joking, Happy told me."

"Oh, ok," I took a sip. "Did you call me in here just to have a drink or is there a work-related reason?"

"Oh, um yeah," He walked back to his computer screen and gestured for me to follow. "I looked into the records of today's logins and noticed that your computer was logged into while we were chatting earlier. So I guess you were right."

"Do you know who it was?" I leaned over his shoulder to read the tiny print.

"Not yet, this only tells me when your access code was used, hopefully by checking who was working today we can narrow our suspect list down," he smiled and took a sip of his coffee.

"It has to be someone who knows I love Top Gear," I proposed.

"It's not really that hard to figure it out you know, your lock screen is the logo," he chuckled, and my cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

"Fine then, I guess it's back to being anybody in the building." I giggled softly before taking a sip of my perfectly made coffee. For a man who, mere hours ago, thought I was watching his kidnapping tape for pleasure, Stark was being awfully kind. I could see he was warming up to me in a more professional way.

We sat and talked about the potential suspects for half an hour before he interrupted my train of thought with an out of place statement, "You don't have a car, right?"

"Yeah, I take the train everywhere, I guess more recently Happy also drives me here."

"How can a fan of a car show not have a car?" he laughed again.

"Not all of us can afford one Tony. Just because you're a billionaire with stacks of cash to spend on cars doesn't mean we all are."

"I know, but its odd to live in such a large city and only take the transit. Don't you want to feel the rush of driving along the coastal roads with the top down?" Tony looked up, undoubtedly picturing it in his mind.

Tony and I drove down the coast towards his massive mansion. The wind whipped through my hair and Tony's was almost slicked back by the sheer force of nature. He had one hand on the wheel and the other was on the seat behind my shoulders. I was struggling to keep my long hair from tangling in my sunglasses. As the car slowed at a light, Tony reached over and pulled the hair out of my face while smiling sweetly. His own eyes were obscured by similar glasses, so I caught myself in the reflection. Tony started to lean towards me, my eyes closed as I leaned to meet him-