Chương 17: Chapter 17 - The Birthday II
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"Prepare for tomorrow's deployment, Jarvis. The next batch will be for Illinois." Tony finished up his work for the night before the party, feeling re-energized after the quick nap. "How many more have we got in stock?"
"You have another batch of ten left in stock, Sir."
"Don't touch it. Keep them for any emergencies," Tony ordered and left the workshop.
He arrived at the main floor and headed to his huge bedroom, complete with a massive windowpane with a view of the Pacific Ocean. A quick shower and a few painkillers later he began to dress up for the party.
"Sir, you have a call from Mr. Richards."
Standing before the windowpane and looking at the dimly lit sea outside, he accepted the call while buttoning up his shirt. "Let me guess—I'm sorry, Tony. I couldn't find a cure, I need more time?"
"And happy birthday," Reed Richards responded from the other side. "I couldn't find a cure, but did find a way to stop the poisoning from spreading. However, you will need constant blood transfusion."
Tony breathed out heavily, not very optimistic about it. "I'll be in New York tomorrow."
"Great, I'll keep it prepared," Reed replied and cut the call without even bidding a good night.
A nerd through and through. Tony shrugged and tucked his shirt in his pants. Ugh, I don't even feel excited for the party. Slow death is a real bitch.
Just then, the taps of high heels resonated from behind and Tony glanced. Soon, his wonderful assistant appeared in her tight white shirt and a black skirt neatly wrapped around the curve of her hips, only going as low as her knee—no stockings, just as he liked, he thought.
Roses. Tony noticed the strong scent of perfumes upon her arrival. However, unlike before, this time he felt different about Natalie. Is she like that Amanda? Planted here to get close to me?
"Which watch would you like to wear tonight, Mr. Stark?" Natalie asked, holding a large box filled with watches worth a skyscraper.
But when Tony looked at her, more than the box he looked at her face. She seemed a little more charming tonight, with more makeup, and her hair done well with gentle red curls. No, she's my assistant. It's her job to look good.
Yet, in his heart, he couldn't dismiss the seductive nature that seemed to naturally flow out of her very being. The way she walked, spoke to him, and whatever happened in the pool. He couldn't ignore that.
"I… I'll give them a look," Tony muttered and walked towards her by the countertop, hoping to get a better read on her. But by then she had already begun preparing him a drink.
These unnecessary things. Not even Pepper used to do this for me. Tony thought, taking the view of her luscious bodily charm in his eyes. Just perfectly between lithe and plump, excellent for her height. Too attractive. She could have been an actress, a very successful one.
"What do you think?" Tony asked her.
Natalie turned around and found Tony standing very close to her, just a few feet apart. But instead of appearing shocked, she checked him out from face to feet. "Great, Mr. Stark. The dark circles under the eyes may need some touch-up."
Tony nodded, trying to provoke her to react negatively towards his leering gaze. He constantly gave heated looks at her very much visible cleavage, two buttons of her tight shirt were open, and the rest were barely holding against the fullness of her bosom.
"I should cancel the party, no?" He asked suddenly, now looking into her big green eyes, her red lipstick-clad lips were too seductive and fleshy that night.
"Probably," she replied, bringing the glass of his cocktail to him, noisily stepping on the floor until the distance between their bodies felt too lacking.
He took the glass and waited. Yet, she didn't step back, constantly looking up at his eyes. "Yeah, 'cause it's…"
"Ill-timed, too many eyes on you?" Natalie's words turned into loud whispers, giving Tony's body shivers.
She's a spy. She has to be a spy. Tony felt less and less sure she was just an ordinary secretary. Everything about her was too perfect. Is this a honeytrap?
"Yeah, sends the wrong message. Hurts my election prospects." Tony entertained her to get more reactions.
"And bad PR."
He nodded and drank from the glass while staring into her eyes. "Hmm… I'll take a look. Bring them over here."
He stepped back towards the large single-seater couch and placed the drink aside. Natalie wasted no time and returned with the box of watches and displayed it on his lap. But, she went a step further and sat down on the wide armrest of the couch, her legs very much touching his.
Their gazes matched for longer than necessary, silence fading into the room except for the hum of the air conditioner. The scents of their perfumes mixed up as if their emotions were mingling. Doubt, lust, fear, so much at play.
"Let me just…" Natalie took out a portable makeup kit and quickly began hiding the dark circles under Tony's eyes. "You need to look your best."
Tony just let her do as she pleased, mindlessly gazing at her soft fingers moving, her body too close to him, especially her revealing chest. So he tried to look up at her face, and it felt even harder.
Yep, something's definitely fishy. I'm Tony Stark, since when did I start blushing and my heart racing? Wait, is it a heart attack?
Finally, he decided to shoot his shot and see how she'd react. "Can I ask you a question? Hypothetically? A bit odd."
Natalie moved to touch his other eye, giving him a nod and a very breathy hum.
"If this was the last birthday party you were ever gonna have, how would you celebrate it?" He asked, straight-faced, a little embarrassed.
Natalie reacted, stopping to look at Tony, and giving him her utmost attention. Yet, her body didn't shift back, and instead, her face seemed closer than before.
Too gorgeous.
"I'd do whatever I wanted to do…" She took a break, hinting at a very subtle but tempting smile. "With whoever I wanted to do it with."
Clack!
Natalie closed the makeup kit with a sound and moved her face back, but remained seated. "Anything else, Mr. Stark?"
There it was, her extremely seductive and sexy question that never failed to stir up his imagination. "Even with you?"
Tony Stark, you fool! I'm going to die in five days. I can't have my name ruined n—
"It's your birthday, Mr. Stark," Natalie responded, unmoved, still sitting on the armrest as if waiting for his response.
Tony was expecting her to get up and leave annoyedly. But instead, her charming smile had turned even wider, as if telling him to do what he wanted.
He took a deep breath, his hand moved instinctively from the side of the armrest. He placed his palm on her smoothly curving bottom, brushing up and down a few times. He didn't squeeze, nor knead, waiting for her reaction.
"Anything I want?" Tony asked again, asking for confirmation, gulping.
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