𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅-𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏.
LIKE FATHER, LIKE DAUGHTER.
Charlie, also known as the jet-setter and billionaire Tony Stark's only daughter, is 26 and in a relationship with Steve, soon-to-be successor...
"Hey," James said, leaning his shoulder on the doorframe. "I was just checking if everything was alright."
"Yes, I'm good," she answered, a pen in her mouth as she was now stretching her upper limbs on her chair.
"You have some news from the inquiry?" James asked. "Did the man in prison confess who the other one was?"
"I don't know," Charlie exhaled. "I'm trying not to think too much about it and about... Steve."
"I know some 'things' to make you not think at all," he said as he pushed himself from the doorframe and extended his hand for her to take it. "Come on."
Things? What did he mean by that?
"Where are we going?" Charlie asked, glancing suspiciously back and forth between his hand and his face. A smirk appeared in a corner of his lips, his eyes sparkling with playfulness.
"Away from your office because who works on a Thanksgiving weekend? Seriously?"
"A lot of people, actually," Charlie retorted as she leaned further back on her desk chair, playing with the pen in her hands. "One of them is usually moody, with a suit too tight for his muscles."
"My suit is fine," James scowled, his flirtatious face instantaneously dropping.
"If you say so," biting her lower lip, she fought back a smile, but she couldn't help for her eyes to land on his body once more.
His dark blue suit fitted him like a glove, but Charlie needed to have her teasing quota for the day. Because honestly, who was even built like that nowadays? From the glimpse of him she got when she ran into him the other day, there wasn't a gram of fat in his body.
Only defined muscles and kissable skin.
"Are we ogling, Miss Stark?" he teased back, pulling her out of her daydreams which included him half-naked in her bedroom and her giving in.
"I'm just very observant," Charlie denied. She was glad no one could get inside her head, but Barnes hit the bull's eye anyway.
"If you say so," he threw her words directly at her face. Seeing the red on her cheeks, he couldn't hold back another smirk. "So you comin' or what?"
"Where are you bringing me?"
"I know a place."
Charlie didn't move. "Guys say they know a place and girls end up either in a dark parking lot or in a trash bag cut into pieces."
