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Christine Everhart does not sleep with Tony Stark for the story--not that she expects anyone to believe it.
Tipsy and enthusiastic enough to send them tumbling off the bed, Stark still had his walls up and defended by the best weaponry money can buy. She had done her research (watched and read more than a decade of interviews) and expected as much.
Waking up alone in his bed, the terrifying voice emanating from the walls, Pepper Potts handing her a dry cleaned party dress--those, she was not expecting and she wishes she could have included in the piece.