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“Oh, I don’t know, probably because you’re my boss and that’s wildly inappropriate.”
“No, but see, here’s the thing. It is appropriate. Like, so appropriate, Potts. Because it’s not a date.”
“It’s not a date?”
“Nope. If it was a date, it would be wildly inappropriate, and while Stark Industries has some of the best lawyers on retainer, I’d rather not lose my best and brightest personal assistant.”
“I’m your only personal assistant.”
“Exactly. And a damn fine PA you are. You’ve been with me the longest, you know.”
“Please, don’t remind me.”
“Why are you rummaging around on the floor anyway?”
“Because I’m your assistant.”
“Potts, please. The only way you could assist me while being on your knees is —.”
“That’s enough of that.”
“I was just saying! Not that I expect that from you. God, no. Again, you’re great, you look fantastic — especially when you wear that blue dress, you know the one — but I’m not looking for a sexual harassment lawsuit or another round of interviews for a new assistant.”
“You weren’t even there for my interview.”
“Semantics, Potts. Now tell me why you’re on the floor.”
“Obadiah asked me to look for some paperwork. My guess is it got mixed up with something during the merger last October.”
“So he has you crawling around on the floor of a dirty storage unit looking for something he shouldn’t have lost in the first place? Absolutely not. On your feet, Potts.”
“It’s really not that big of a deal, Tony.”
“As your boss, I say get up. I’ll put an intern on this little project and Obie will be none the wiser. Also as your boss, what do you say to my earlier proposition?”
“And it’s not a date?”
“Definitely . . . Maybe not a date.”
“Tony!”
“I’m kidding, relax! It’s not a date.”
“Fine. It’s not a date.”
“So that’s a yes?”
“You can pick me up at eight.”