"I wasn't aware you were that eager for detailed estimation." Yes, talk as if it's going to make it go away, Pepper. Very smart. Then her eyes narrowed. "You're enjoying this, aren't you." It wasn't even a question.

Her chin jutted forward in an 'all right then' tic and her hands started on the belt. Well, a bit unhappy as this part had made her, he hadn't been pretending he was feeling ill (or how else would he let HER drive?), so she was careful. Gentle, even. One could notice, however, that she was avoiding looking up to meet his eyes - which she felt like were following her tiniest move. And no, she wasn't usually self-conscious. But she was right now.

Then again, undoing a man's pants wasn't that difficult a task. The belt buckle clanked as she pushed it aside to undo the button, and then the zipper's sound came as she pushed that down.

... silence reigned for a moment as she realized just how 'commando' her boss WAS.

Then, in a voice laced with a bit more frostiness than she'd used throughout the evening, she remarked, "I'm sure jokes on me like this are very amusing, Mr. Stark."

What she wanted to do was take a pillow and smash right into that face that she was certain was smirking right now.