Chapter 36
Myra nodded in response.
After that, everyone went to their rooms to place their luggage and freshen up before gathering at the designated meeting room. Myra gained a lot of insight from today’s session, and it confirmed her suspicions. When her work had been heavily criticized by the Hart Group in the past, she had a faint sense that their frustration had little to do with her design drafts and more with something personal. That was why she had come up with a brand new design after a moment of inspiration. She couldn’t wait to perfect it and hand it over to the Hart Group before the end of the business trip.
Once back in her hotel room, Myra immediately set to work on her new draft, losing track of time until hunger finally caught up with her. It was already past 9:00 PM, so she decided to head down to the restaurant and grab a quick bite. As she was about to return to her room, Leo stopped her.
“Miss Stark, are you heading back to your room? Could you take Mr. Hart’s dinner to him? I need to go back to the construction site,” he asked.
Since Myra was staying in the room next to Tony’s, she didn’t think twice. She agreed to help and took the lunch box from Leo. However, as she turned to leave, she missed the sly smile that flickered across his face.
Arriving at Tony’s room, Myra knocked on the door but received no answer. She knocked again, this time trying the door and finding it unlocked.
“Director Hart, are you there?” she called, stepping inside.
There was no response. She hesitated, unsure whether to leave the dinner or wait for him, when suddenly, Meow, the big dog, excitedly ran toward her. It grabbed her dress in its mouth and tried to pull her inside.
“Meow, let go,” Myra murmured. She couldn’t enter the room.
The dog paid her no mind, happily pulling her along. Feeling awkward, Myra placed the lunch box on the cabinet and gently held Meow’s head, trying to stop it from dragging her further into the room.
“You can’t just bring strangers into your master’s room. He’ll be mad at you,” she joked, patting Meow on the head.
The dog just looked at her with its bright eyes, licking her hand instead of listening. Myra couldn’t help but smile despite herself. “Alright, alright. I’ll place the food where he’ll see it.”
Just as she picked up the lunch box, a deep voice echoed from the doorway. “Meow…”
Myra froze, her heart skipping a beat. She slowly raised her gaze to find Tony standing in front of her, barefoot and wrapped only in a towel.
The sight caught her completely off guard. “You… Director Hart… Why are you not wearing any clothes?” she stammered, the lunch box slipping from her hands and clattering to the floor.
Her body tensed as the heat from his proximity wrapped around her. She quickly turned to leave, flustered, but was caught off guard by his calm demeanor.
Tony, now casually leaning against the door frame, gave her a teasing look. “I’m in my room. Why should I wear clothes?”
Myra could only stare at him, speechless. She didn’t know how to respond to that, especially with her face flushed bright red.
Suddenly, he smirked, the corners of his lips curving upward. “As for you, Miss Stark… why would you come into a man’s room late at night? Do you have other intentions?”
“I’m just delivering dinner!” Myra quickly cut him off, her frustration bubbling up.
He raised an eyebrow, his tone now playful. “If you’re delivering dinner, why are you still standing there? You like playing games, Miss Stark?”
“Ugh!” Myra fumed, her hands shaking. The audacity!
She was about to turn and leave when her foot caught on the lunch box that had fallen to the floor. In an instant, she lost her balance and stumbled right into Tony’s arms.
The impact of her body in his firm embrace sent her heart racing. She quickly pulled herself away, panic rising within her.
His body was warm, and the lingering scent of his shower gel—a mix of mint and tobacco—was all around her, reminding her just how close they were.
“Miss Stark, can I take this as you being… actively intimate with me?” Tony’s voice was low, and he didn’t even try to hide the amusement in his tone.
Myra, her face burning, tried to push away, but his grip on her waist tightened. “Let go of me,” she murmured, but it was impossible to ignore the strange sensation his touch stirred in her.
She tried to step back, but as she struggled, she felt a soft brush of his lips on hers—just a light kiss, but it felt as though the air was knocked out of her.
Her hands pressed against his firm chest in shock, her heart pounding in her ears. She couldn’t figure out whether she was angry, embarrassed, or confused.
Myra could hardly breathe. Tony, still with that teasing glint in his eyes, held her close. “You’ve been in my room, delivered my dinner… What are we going to do about that, Miss Stark?”
The words echoed in her mind, but she was too flustered to answer.