” “Natalia Romanova,” Natasha said, extending her hand, her Russian accent lazy and seductive.
“I’ve heard a lot about you.” Hawk almost laughed out loud at the sight of that angelic face, the spitting image of Scarlett Johansson.
He took her hand, tracing his fingertip lightly across her palm as his smile deepened.
“Ms.
Romanova, that name of yours…
it sounds like it belongs in some spy file in Moscow, not at a Wall Street gala.” Natasha’s lashes fluttered slightly, but her smile never wavered.
“The line between finance and intelligence is sometimes very blurry, isn’t it?” “Indeed,” Hawk said, leaning in slightly and lowering his voice.
“Take tonight, for instance…
are you here to steal my business secrets, or…” His gaze lingered on her red lips for a moment.
“…something else?” Natasha chuckled softly and ran her fingertips down his tie.
“Maybe I’m just curious what kind of man could burn Bates Capital to the ground in three weeks.” “A man’s secrets aren’t given up lightly, Ms.
Romanova,” Hawk said, shaking his head with a faint smile.
“Unless you’re willing to offer a few of your own in exchange.” “A fair trade.” Natasha raised her glass with a radiant smile, looking genuinely intrigued by Hawk’s offer, as if she were already deciding which of her secrets to put on the table.
Suddenly, as if something had just occurred to her, Romanova tapped a finger against Hawk’s chest and murmured in a voice dripping with allure, “Actually, I’m an international intelligence broker.
If you ever get your hands on anything valuable, Mr.
Hawk, I can sell it for a good price, or trade you intelligence of equal value in return.” “Whoa, cool!” Hawk said with an exaggerated expression.
“Then I guess I do have a secret.
I wonder how much it would sell for?” Romanova looked intrigued and motioned for him to go ahead.
Hawk glanced around warily, as if afraid someone might overhear, then cleared his throat and said in a low voice, “I…
am 185 centimeters tall, weigh 100 kilograms, have an eight-pack, and measure 25 centimeters…” “Hold on…” Natasha burst out laughing, then suddenly leaned in close and asked curiously, “Are you really 25 centimeters?” As Natasha leaned in closer, Hawk took the opportunity to look her over.
She was truly beautiful, with bright blue eyes, a high nose bridge, full rosy lips, a seductive charm, and a playful half smile.
“All real.
No false advertising.” “Mm-hmm.” Natasha took a slow, sultry sip of her mojito, her red lips parting slightly.
“Mr.
Hawk, I don’t think this is the place to talk business.
I’d like to explore this topic in much greater depth.” She casually picked up an egg tart.
She took a gentle bite with her moist red lips, a look of pure bliss on her face.
The seductive look she shot Hawk was utterly enchanting.
It was more than enough to get a young man like Hawk hard on the spot.
He cursed silently.
She really was a vixen who had been around far too long, and she only grew bolder with age.
Two hours later, in the gym at Lane Tower.
Natasha had been brought to tears…
She was now showering in the bathroom.
Her phone started ringing in the other room.
Hawk wiped off his sweat, picked it up, glanced at the screen, and held it out toward the bathroom.
“It’s from someone named Coulson.” “Got it.” Natasha picked up the phone.
“Hey, Coulson.” “Where are you?
I can’t find you.
And why does your voice sound strange?
It’s a little hoarse.” “It’s nothing.
I just choked on a drink, so my throat’s a bit sore.
No big deal.” Natasha held her throat and coughed once.
“I’m at the gym upstairs.
I had too much to drink earlier, so I came here to sober up.” “Sobering up at the gym?” Coulson, on standby outside, looked completely baffled.
What kind of move was that?
“That’s right.
I just spent a while doing Smith squats!
I’m in the shower right now.” Hawk, listening from outside, couldn’t help but admire Natasha’s professionalism.
She really had been doing Smith squats, mixing truth with lies so seamlessly that no one could tell them apart.
Coulson, of course, knew Natasha was a fitness fanatic who often hit the gym to lift weights when she wasn’t on missions.
Smith squats were a staple of her routine, mainly targeting the glutes, outer thighs, and adductors.
He still found it a little odd, but he didn’t press further.
After hanging up, Natasha finished her shower and walked out, bracing herself against the wall, shooting Hawk a hard glare.
Once they were both dressed and presentable, they stepped into the elevator together.
“So, Mr.
Hawk, are you finally going to tell me how you took down Bates Capital in just over half a month?” Natasha adjusted her freshly dried hair, her eyes full of allure.
Unfortunately, Hawk was riding out that post-nut clarity and was immune to temptation, unless he had another minute to recover.
“Just good luck.” Hawk shrugged, then quietly took half a step back.
“Still, if S.H.I.E.L.D.
is interested in my ‘luck,’ Director Fury could simply invite me out for coffee.
Why send the famous Black Widow to my bed?” Natasha froze for an instant, her pupils constricting, but her smile stayed flawless.
“It seems Mr.
Lane’s intelligence network is quite impressive.” Hawk shook his head.
“For instance, I know you have a miniature communicator hidden in your ear, a ceramic dagger strapped to your right thigh, and your perfume…” He tilted his head slightly and inhaled close to her neck.
“…is laced with a trace of neurotoxin.
Unfortunately, it has no effect on me.” Natasha’s smile stiffened for a beat, but she recovered quickly.
“It seems tonight’s ‘game’ is more interesting than I imagined.” “Game?” Hawk let out a low chuckle.
“No, Natasha, this isn’t a game.” He suddenly reached out, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her into his arms, his lips nearly brushing her earlobe.
“As a S.H.I.E.L.D.
agent, you should know this world is a dangerous place.” Natasha’s breath caught for a moment, but in the next instant, her fingertips were already pressed against his throat.
“And what about you, Hawk?
Which side are you really on?” Hawk didn’t pull away.
Instead, he smiled.
“I’m on whichever side is most profitable.” Suddenly, the elevator stopped before reaching the top floor.