Rolling Stone

3. Working Double Time

Working under your former crush is something you never imagined yourself doing professionally. Even though the man was a genius, he was a lot. The billionaire was known for being there, then being gone. One second he'd be around, giving you stuff to work on, then hes gone he'd disappear for hours. Either saving the world or to go fuck on some model who's name you don't even think he remembers without looking for back in his DM.

You weren't jealous, why would you be.
You just rolled your eyes and looked back at your screen.

He was Tony Stark, and no matter how fine he might be, you were here for your internship, to make a bag, add something impressive in that resume of yours. But still, every now and then when he'd vanish, part of you wondered how long he'd be gone this time. How long you go without hearing his smug ass voice pulling you right back in.

It didn't help he kept ogling you. You'd catch him looking from the corner of your eyes, sizing you up in the way only a man like Tony Stark could—half sensually, half like he was trying to figure you out. And sure, maybe your stomach did this weird flip every time he got too close, but knew better than to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.  You were handling everything just fine: the workload, the chaos, the constant pressure to keep up with someone whose mind moved at a million miles an hour. So what if your heart sped up every time he lingered just a little too long? This was a job, and you were a fucking professional. Besides, it wasn't like you still had that eighth grade crush on him, right? You'd outgrown that. Or at least, you kept telling yourself.

Just as you were finishing up the last check on the numbers, You could hear him walk in. He was casually holding his third cup of coffee, looking way too relaxed for someone with a million things on his plate. Typical Tony.

"You know," his voice came from behind me, teasing but with that sharp edge he always had, "I'm starting to think you're too good at this. And it's really becoming a problem."

You didn't even look up, rolling your eyes a little as you kept scrolling through the data. "A problem? Want me to start screwing up on purpose? Would that help?" "Don't you dare," he shot back, laughing under his breath. He stepped closer—close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him—and glanced over my shoulder at the numbers. "But seriously, Y/N, I'm impressed. You've been here, what, a week and a half? You've already saved me from at least three major headaches."

You tried not to let his words get to your head, but yeah, it felt good hearing that. Coming from him, no less. "Just doing my job," you replied, keeping it cool as you finished adjusting a few more numbers.

"Doing it well," he added, his voice dropping a little, and you could feel his eyes on you. He pulled up a chair beside you, so close our arms brushed as he tapped at the touchscreen. Every time he did that, it sent a weird little jolt through me, but I pretended not to notice. "Most interns wouldn't catch half the details you have. I'm usually stuck babysitting the newbies for weeks. That's why I stopped taking interns until you." You shrugged, attempting to act nonchalant. "Well, I'm not like most."

He leaned back, folding his arms and giving me one of those looks that was way too amused for my liking. "No, you're not." He paused just long enough to make it awkward. "In fact, I think we make a pretty damn good team." You glanced up at him, your heart doing that weird annoying thing where it sped up for no reason. I mean, sure, yeah, I knew he had a reputation for flirting, but I wasn't about to let him get to me. "Don't get too comfortable, Mr. Stark," I said with a smirk, turning back to my work. "I might just keep impressing you."

Tony grinned wider, like he knew exactly what game you were playing. "Oh, I'm counting on it."

And that's how the days seemed to be. You two playing some game you couldn't even name.