A spoiled sexy genius

A/n This is a concept story. I started to help a friend to give her ideas about her creations...but then she didn't use it so I decided to post it. I don't know if I'll give it a following. I still have to figure it out.
If you have any ideas feel free to tell me. Waiting for your comments. Please don't be rude. As I said English isn't my first language. Thx. Enjoy.

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The show.

You are a make up artist working to a tv show and you're waiting for the next VIP the anchorman invited. Nobody told you who is he. Someone told you is a very special one. With a tricky attitude.
Ok. You've met all kind of people. You're not scared.
He's in late. Obviously like all divas he surely loves to be desired. You breath heavily. Calm down. You're a professional one. You can handle everything.
All of a sudden the door of the make up room opens and a few men come in like a tornado, followed by a perfectly dressed one, talking on his phone. His pace so resolute.
He doesn't even look at you. He sits in his chair in front of the mirror still talking on his phone.
The lights of the make up room enlighten his face. You inhale. He smells good. A luxury sexy scent of man fills the air.
"20 minutes Kat!" Someone shouts from the outside door knocking quickly.
"Ok"

You're a bit upset. 20 minutes it's a very short time for a make up. Thank you Mr. Diva!
The more... he got bruises and wounds on his face. You take a few seconds to study his face. He's definitely good looking. Black hair messed up in a perfect way. Brown eyes (you guess? since he doesn't even watch himself in the mirror)... a black perfect anchor beard. He doesn't need any make up. Except for those wounds on his nose and his forehead. And a light bruise under an eye.
Ok. No time. No time for questions. Let's fast do the work. You'll begin with a light concealer..
"What's this scent in the air?"
You startle. You hadn't noticed he had stop with his cellphone and while reading to his newspaper, he's talking to you.
"What scent?" You frown
"Kinda tropic scent.... I'd rather say... like coconut in the air.." his eyes still on the news.
"Oh. That scent you mean" you state blushing a second. "Well that's me. It's my perfume. I didn't mean.."
"Smells good" he stops you, reading your mind. "Make me feel like I was in Hawaii"
"Yes..." you start softly "that's my purpose. I do love feeling like I was in those paradises. And we'll, this helps"
"... and plunge in the light blue sea.." he suddenly lift his gaze meeting your blue eyes in the mirror. He stares at you intensely. You hold your breath. Time Is just stopping for a few seconds.
You thought he hadn't noticed you, but he did. You can read it in his eyes.
You're locked in his gaze.
The phone rings. He leaves your eyes and answer to it.
You let your breathe come out slowly and start your work again.
"You think I'm an egocentric, rich snoot right?"
"Beg your pardon?"
His call ended. He's writing a text message.
"You know who am I"
"You want the awfully truth, or a politically correct answer?"
He seems thinking for a second while checking something on his phone.

"The politically correct one"
"You're very humble and so easy going Sir" your prompt answer never stopping your work.
He smirks and lift his gaze on you.
"And by the way. No. I don't know who you are"
He barely frowns guessing if you're playing the game.
You meet his eyes on the mirror very quietly.
"Mr...?"
"Stark" he ends the sentence.
"Stark industries?"
"Among other things.."
You act like thinking on it "no. I definitely don't know you Mr. Stark" and almost end hiding his wounds.
"Maybe we should fill this gap" it's not a question. But a statement.
"Or maybe not" you smile him back now.
"...Kat?" He asks smirking
You weight if giving a chance or not "at your service Mr. Stark" you answer pompous sarcastic.
Now you're in front of him ending your job. Checking last details.

"I bet you would" he almost whispers staring at you right now like a snake on his prey. You're faces only inches far.
"Fuck!" You gasp and bit your lip.
"Yep. And I'm pretty good on that".
Arrogant.
His eyes are on your lips. They darken and you feel kinda of electric shake on your spine.
"And we'll find a deal." He adds.

"ONE MINUTE" someone shouts from the outside. Breaking the moment.
"Ok" you look at the door and shout em back.
When your eyes come back on his face, he's back on his cellphone texting.
You frown. Ok. I just imagined everything.
"Done, Mr. Stark" you state after a few seconds.
"We didn't even start.. Kat" he replies carelessly standing up while you help him with his suit.
"Tonight. At 11 pm" he decides.
"What???" You almost laugh "I can't"
"You're engaged?"
"What if I..." you start
"I wouldn't care"
"Arrogant and selfish"
"Yes we already stated that"
"11 pm?"
" I. Simply. Cannot."

"Why"
"I could be busy you know?" Exasperated and innerly amused.
"Nothing that cannot be done tomorrow"
"Like your invitation" you tease him ironically.
"Agreed. Tomorrow 11 pm. I'll be here" he smirks winningly
"Wait! What???"
"TIME" someone shouted outside. "Mr. STARK on stage please!"

He stares at you deeply for a few seconds a smirk rising on his lips..and you feel hot.. "it's been a pleasure to meet you.. Kat" he grabs you hand lifting it as a gentleman to his mouth . You feel his hot breath on your skin. His lips don't even touch you. Almost lingering your skin. He just acts out ...like he's kissing your hand. And you feel like a shake on your groin. His index softly caress the veins of your wrist indulging on it...
You can't help but lick your lips in desire. You're wet.
"Have a good night Kat" he whispers in a low warm tone and then "Mr. Stark?"a tall big man knock and comes in.
He's still looking deeply in your eyes, holding your hand "Happy?" all of a sudden he frees your hand breaking the magic.
"It's time" the man warns him.

All of a sudden, he turns and exits without even waiting your reply.
You exhale. And watch your hand a bit shacking. Sally the costume designer reach you "was he...?"
"Yeah...Fuck!That's a mess!" You shake your head and go back to your work place.

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