Annie didn't care about dessert after he got close. She didn't care about much of anything at all, if she was honest. She'd harbored this crush on Tony for months now, and hadn't stepped up to the plate because of Pepper. She hadn't wanted to be pushy or, honestly, to feel that rejection of hearing he was still hoping for her to get dumped here like he had been. Now, all in one night, those boundaries were not only being crossed, but obliterated.
It made her very happy.
It also made her happy how easily it was happening for him. It seemed to her that giving him the space was the right thing to do. Keeping things to herself as she had, she hadn't forced his hand. And she didn't think that Jarvis had said anything either. As Tony had said earlier, he didn't narc.
"Coffee makers are surprisingly intuitive." Annie hadn't spoken to any of the appliances in Tony's house area, but now she was kind of curious about it. "They see people at their worst. I think if they could have daytime talk shows, they'd give the best advice. Though it might all end in drink more coffee."
She could feel the wine starting to make her warmer. Another glass, and she'd be on her way to tipsy town. Which, she supposed, was the idea of the night, considering the thing that they both wanted to bitch about and not be sober for.