I wake up up at around 1 in the afternoon , realizing I had slept through my alarm and that i had an hour to get my ass ready .. I throw my tangled hair into a ponytail, add light makeup and throw on the most business themed outfit i can find .
When i get outside the building , Happy is standing on the curb beside the limo. At first glance he is extremely intimidating: about 40 something , tall and muscular with a slight stubble on his face.
" Good afternoon Ms Cameron" the man says
"Afternoon" I smile back , slightly shocked by the kind voice to the mans intimidating exterior
The drive to Stark Tower isn't nearly as long as I had hoped ,even with New York traffic it only lasts about an hour . When we arrive at the gate , Happy
types in a code and we pull into a massive parking lot. Happy opens the door for me and we start to walk towards the elevators.
"I'll walk you to the elevator but i have to leave you there as i have a meeting , you need to go up to the 10th floor , down the hall to the right and walk inside ; Tony is expecting you so there's no need to knock" the man says
I carefully listen to his instructions; making sure to remember my lefts and rights. We say our goodbyes and I thank him once again before he leaves . I step into the elevator , my anxiety slowly creeping it's way up at the thought of who or what might be waiting to meet me in a few minutes .
All of a sudden the elevator stops on the 4th floor . I don't think anything of it as this is considered an office building and it is still work hours. I hear rushed foot steps and someone steps inside the elevator . I look up to see a man , who looks like he could be crafted by god himself . He's tall , at least 6'3 and easily twice my body mass . His hard and toned arms are almost breaking out of the tight grey t shirt he's wearing , his lean torso also showing slightly. Brown and blonde waves frame his angular face , ending just above his sharp jaw . All that being said one thing that stands out overall is his eyes. Crystal blue eyes that remind me of the Caribbean sea , with subtle hints of green and grey closer to the pupils.
" Can i help you?" a voice breaks me out of my daydream. I turn to see the mystery man staring right back at me with a confused look on his face. I just stand there , trying to think of something to say but he beats me to it;
"You know staring is considered rude " he says . I can hear a thick accent in his voice, from somewhere i can't quite place.
" oh , um- sorry" i quickly turn my head , embarrassed and so he can't see my cheeks flush a bright red.
" " um sorry?" what the fuck was that Odessa? seriously get it together" i think to myself . I usually never have trouble making small talk , especially with men.
The elevator dings and i realize i'm at my floor. i'm still embarrassed to make direct eye contact with the mystery man but give him and apologetic smile and walk off the elevator . I do as Happy had told me and pull open the door . What i see when i walk in is something that can only be described as expensive .
Beautifully stained mahogany cover the floors of what looks to be the foyer . The walls are a neutral grey and the room accented a few small tables and a closet. As i walk further into the room i start to feel very small. The open concept space is massive; famous paintings arranging from Vangogh to Monet cover the now navy blue walls with a two large sectional sofas taking up the centre of the room . They face 75" flat screen TV , cozy fireplace and a mahogany carved mantle filled with pictures . To the right is a full kitchen , with white marble countertops and beautiful crystal chandelier that hangs just above the kitchen island.
"Odessa?" a voice speaks from behind me making me jump. I turn around to face Tony, who's dressed in a navy blue dress shirt and black pants and looking slightly anxious.
"Jesus! you scared me" i say.
"To be fair I called your name 4 times when I heard the door , when no one answered I decided to
check it out myself and that's when I caught you gawking at my amazing interior designing skills"
"Shut up" i scoff . " Am i late?"
" No , actually your right on time" he says glancing at his Rolex watch; "Come on, everyone's dying to meet you"
'Everyone' The word repeats in my mind bringing back previous anxiety as i think once again about who might be in there and how many of them there will be.
I follow tony past the kitchen into a long narrow hallway. We take a left and then a right and continue down a hallway until we reach a tall wooden door.
"Are you ready ?" Tony asks me. I give him a sharp nod as he twists the crystal doorknob. As soon as the door opens i feel eyes on me. I look up , my eyes going wide with shock .
"holy shit"
A/N:
i kinda pictures tony's home like a loft concept kitchen / living room area with adjacent hallways that connect.
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