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"Will I d-do that again?" She asked quietly as he grabbed a new wipe.
"Yes." He nodded, wiping down her forehead.
"A lot?" She questioned, swallowing thickly.
"Yes." He repeated. "What are you thinking?"
"W-whether to do it or not." She sniffle...
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(Warnings: men are gross, Nova is made out to be an adult but she's still 13 ish, talks of drugging women, sexualisation of women, talks of potential kidnapping. I'm serious that this chapter is gross when it comes to the men so don't read if you're uncomfortable)
Walking into a fancy bar, Nova was dressed in a shirt, skin -tight white dress with mid-thigh white tights on. A few men in the bar looked over at her, eyes raking her body, landing on her very visible cleavage before they turned back to their mates, whispering.
Seating herself at the bar, Nova pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up and taking a puff, blowing it out slowly. Her hair, which was cut down to her shoulders on Dreykov's orders, was curled and framed her face, light makeup on with some earrings. Her chest had been covered with makeup to mask her stretch marks.
Over at a table, Andy Samuelson, her target, eyed her from behind, a smirk settling on his lips. He was fairly tall, around 5'11, wearing a suit. He had sandy blonde hair and brown eyes with light skin. Mumbling something to his colleges, he stood up.
"What can I get for you to drink, ma'am?" The bartender asked Nova with a smile.
"She'll have a margarita, on me." Andy smirked, American accent in his voice, sitting down beside her and Nova turned to him with her own smirk and a raised eyebrow.
"How'd you know that's what I wanted?" She went along with it, crossing one leg over the other and his eyes fell to them before looking back over at her.
"I'm good a reading people." He replied as the bartender made her drink.
"Hm." Nova hummed simply, feeling his eyes all over her.
"I haven't seen you here before. How come you're here now?" Andy questioned as the bartender placed Nova's drink down in front of her.
"I'm just in the area." Nova shrugged, her voice low and sultry. "The bar looked nice and I was...thirsty."
"I'm sure you were." Andy mumbled to himself, eyeing her long legs closely. "So, sweetheart, where are you staying?"
"The hotel next door." Nova responded, licking some sugar off the rim of her glass, Andy following her movements with his eyes. "How about you, sweetheart?"
"Me too." Andy grinned, waving over the bartender and asking for a scotch. "What's your name?"
"Sydney Jones." Nova lied smoothly, sipping her drink.
"Pretty name for a pretty woman." Andy flirted and Nova chuckled falsely, mentally gagging in disgust.
"What's yours, handsome?" Nova asked, flirtatiously, leaning towards him a little, placing her chin on her fist.
"Andy." He smiled. "Samuelson."
"Nice to meet you, Andy." Nova smirked, wiping sugar from her lips with her thumb.
"Nice to meet you, too, Sydney." Andy grinned. "What're you doing tomorrow?"
"Oh, probably just staying in the hotel." Nova replied. "I have a few more days until I fly back to England."
"I bet I could make the most out of your days left." Andy said before sipping his drink.
"Oh, yeah? Doing what?" Nova asked, picking up the cherry from her drink and biting the fruit off its stem.
"I have a pool in my room. On a balcony." Andy explained, leaning closer to her as she chewed the cherry.
"I do like swimming. The only problem is, is that..." Nova lowered her voice, leaning her lips close to his ear, "I don't have a swimming costume."
"You don't need one." Andy cleared his throat, apparently nervous of her whisper, Nova chuckling as she leaned back again.
"I have to get some sleep now. Big day tomorrow." Nova smirked, taking the last sip of her drink.
Getting up, Nova walked out of the bar, feeling the targets eyes on her the whole time. Feeling used, Nova decided to go straight up to the temporary hotel room and lie down. While she was trying to sleep, Andy went back over to his co-workers.
"Who's the girl?" A man asked, taking a drag of his cigarette. "You in love, Samuelson?"
"Fuck off, Jack." Andy scoffed, downing the rest of his drink. "At best, she'll be a good fuck."
"If she changes her mind about you, send her to my room." Jack whistled. "Did you see her tits?"
"You're not fucking her." Andy shook his head, lighting up a fag. "You shoulda seen the way she was eyeing me up. I've got her in the palm of my hand, boys."
"Sure." Another man, Oliver, chuckled. "She's a whore, Andy. No woman comes in here alone unless she's a prostitute or a slag."
"Maybe so but I don't see you with a woman by your side." Andy smirked. "Plus, she didn't ask for money at any point. I think she's just confident."
"You want me to give you that drug? The one that knocks them out?" Jack asked. "You could keep her for yourself."
"No." Andy denied. "I'll be nice, flirt, give her things and she'll want more. If that doesn't work, I have my own."
"From who?" Oliver scoffed as if offended.
"I have ties." Andy shrugged. "Remember Pierce?"
"Alexander Pierce?" Jack questioned, shovelling peanuts into his mouth. "That Pierce?"
"Yeah, that Pierce." Andy nodded. "He don't tell me anything to do with HYDRA or his ties yet. But I'll find a way to get it out of him. After that, we'll be on top."
"Finally. We've been waiting years for this moment." Oliver beamed.
"And the world will be ours soon, Smith." Andy smirked. "Just a little more time."
