The Stark and The Spy (Book One)

CHAPTER FOUR

Isabel stared at herself through the mirror, the black suit she had on complimenting her skin and hair beautifully.

As she went to take a sip of the drink in her hand, she heard heels walking in to the room.

"Do you know which watch you'd like to wear tonight, Miss Stark?" Natalie asked the younger woman. Choosing to ignore the alcoholic beverage in her hand, it was the young Stark's 20th birthday after all.

"I'll give them a look." Isabel says, fixing the button of her sleeves before looking at the majestic redhead.

She looked over to see the redhead shaking a mixer filled with Ice and most likely alcohol, was this her birthday present? She wondered. The older woman has still made it clear she doesn't like to see the younger one drinking but she supposes today is an exception.

"I should tell him to cancel the party, huh?" Izzy speaks, quietly.

Natalie turns around with the drink in hand, "Probably."

"Yeah because it's um..." Isabel said trying to fix of her next words wisely.

"Ill timed?" Natalie finishes the sentence for her.

"Right, sends the wrong message." She replied.

"Inappropriate." The assistant says before handing the young Stark the drink she had made her.

The Stark quickly looks at her, giving her a smile before taking a sip.

"Is that dirty enough for you?" Natalie asked her, getting closer.

The young billionaire could feel her heart beat at the words, in the few days she had known the assistant, she had managed to surprise her but this was something different.

"Um... the white face with the black band, the kors. I'll give that a look." Isabel says letting out a breathe before taking another snip, the assistant walking to get the requested watch.

"Bring them over here, please." Isabel says before sitting down in the chair behind her.

Natalie gently picks up the box with the expensive watches in and brings it over to the Stark.

"I'll take that from you," The young Stark sentence dies out when Natalie hands her the box before sitting on her lap.

She could feel her heart beat even quicker now, the redhead incredibly close and on her lap. It was a sight to see for her but made her very nervous, the redhead was different from any other woman that's for sure.

She's been with plenty of woman older than her but none have made her this nervous, something about the assistant makes her nervous in ways she'll never understand.

The redhead held a power over her that no woman has before.

The redhead grabs the closest makeup pallet to the younger woman and gently applies concealer near her eyes where a slight bruise was forming from the race tracks.

She didn't know how she was getting a bruise but she guessed it could've been from debris from the car possibly hitting her.

"You know, it's really hard to get a read on you. Where are you from?" Isabel asks.

"Legal." The redhead uttered before continuing to apply the concealer.

Isabel let's put a breathe she was holding in before speaking, "Can I ask you a question? Hypothetically?"

The assistant slowly pulls away from the young woman's face, giving her her full attention.

"If this was your last birthday party you were ever going to have with the people you love around you, how would you celebrate it?" She asked.