Natasha/Pepper things you said with no space between us
"Is there anything else I can get you, Miss Potts?"
Pepper looked up, meeting Natalie's eyes. They've both been working long hours, trying--in vain--to fix all the problems Tony had created with his abrupt exit, and Pepper was exhausted. Her back hurt, her head hurt, even her feet hurt, which was something she thought she'd left behind when she started buying custom-made heels with her expense account. But even perfectly fitted Louboutins were no match for sixteen hour days.
And yet Natalie looked as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as she had when she'd come in this morning at 7am. Pepper sighed and rubbed her temples. "No, thank Natalie. You should go home, get some rest."
She smiled, her red lips framing her model-perfect teeth. "I could say the same to you, Miss Potts. You've been here just as long as I have."
Pepper shook her head. "I need to go over these contracts tonight. We have that meeting with HC&B in the morning--"
Natalie placed her hand over the contract, spreading her fingers and drawing Pepper's eyes toward her perfectly manicured nails. "Miss Potts. Pepper," she said, voice low and silky, "let me take you home."
Pepper swallowed. "Actually, that would be nice."
Natalie smiled again, but this time Pepper smiled back.