Every Move You Make [RDJ] - IN PROGRESS

Four

"My father just put in a very...generous...donation," the red head in front of me states, and it's taking everything in my toned body to avoid flinching as she tucks a piece of paper in my hand upon shaking it.

"Wonderful," I smile stupidly back.

Meeting donors is definitely not something I've missed in the last few months.  The events, yes.  The fans trying to wiggle their way into my life, no.

"I'm willing to make my own..." she muses with a seductive tone, but it does nothing for me.  "Off the record, of course."

"I'll...keep that in mind," I nod, holding her gaze steadily until she smirks and glances back to a table across the room where her friend are gossiping and giggling as she returns to them. 

The piece of paper is just crushed in my hand, and hold it in a ball until I have a way out to throw it away.  I'm not in the mood for fan phone numbers right now.  Like I've told Jim over and over again...I'm a bit turned off to fucking around at the moment.

"Any amount, you name it," she teases, then sways and twirls her hair in her fingers, biting her lip like a school girl.

And the school girl fantasy?  Totally a kink.  But not...now.  

So I hold my breath, not wanting to say more, and she probably takes it the wrong way, but thank God there's a mention of my name behind me and a hand on my shoulder to announce Jon's arrival into my circle. 

"Mr Downey, forgive us for not saying hello yet," he greets kindly, sensing I need a way out since I have no security team tonight.  "Apologies for interrupting...  Erin is requesting you by the stage."

Thank fucking Christ.

"I'll go find her, thank you," I dismiss myself, and then I'm hustling my fine ass over to the other side of the room, thankful to be escaping that disaster.

On the way, I toss the crumpled up piece of paper in my hand into the recycling bin and fix my tie, and then I'm greeting Rachel's aunt, and a smaller, petite woman next to her.

"Robert, hello!" she begins with a hug I'm forced in to.  "This is Karina, our assistant, she'll be announcing you to take over," Erin explains as an older woman with long, faded blond hair joins at our side with a small smile.

I should've napped before this.  I'm exhausted.  But getting to drive the A4 for the first time in ages was a plus.  I probably would've gone insane if I couldn't get out on my own.  

"I'm just glad we could work TCA into this so quickly," I decide to offer, trying to be positive.

In all honesty, I had nothing to do with this besides the idea behind the fundraiser. And the fundraisers...I was more into before all this court drama happened.  PR handled the changes to let Erin and Jon co sponsor this, I just signed some papers.  

The world's been turned upside down recently, that's for sure.  I miss enjoying these things I used to have my whole heart into.  But that was before Iron Man.  Before Sherlock.  Before my name had all of these things attached to it that I can't fuck up.  It's stressful.

"We'll be across the room," Jon points out, eyes on a couple in a black suit and gold dress who appear to be waving at them.  "Er, looks like the Davison's want to say hello."

"Of course," the woman with red hair nods, then a hand touches my shoulder gently and there's a smile on her thin lips before she dismisses herself, as well, following her husband across the room.

"Mr Downey, big fan," this Karina girl starts when we're alone.

I clear my throat and blink a forced smile at her, and thank her.  The usual public kindness and all that jazz.