Family

Chapter 13

Ophelia stood on the stage singing the melancholy song she finished her set with every night and smiled into the audience knowing her target was sitting at the front watching her as he had done every night for nearly a month. What she hadn't expected was her target to be quite so attractive in the flesh. The SHIELD photos were out of date he had bulked up and his appearance improved by a personal stylist. He was extremely good looking and she could feel herself unwittingly responding ing to him.
"Do they give you time off?" Bernard drawled gruffly as she passed by. Ophelia smiled and shook her head. Flushing slightly as he ran his dark eyes over her. "At least join me for a drink?" He  asked and Ophelia ran her tongue over her bottom lip as if she were considering it. Then she smiled slightly but shook her head again, the same thing she did every night. She was known for her not interacting with clientele after her performances. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a pair of hands appear and latch themselves to her waist. Immediately Bernard was on his feet protectively pulling her away from the drunk and his body guards dragged the man away. Ophelia felt herself blush and carefully he sat a trembling Ophelia in his booth. The owner bustling towards her making a hand motion for her to stay, smiling at her rescuer she accepted the offered glass of champagne and made small talk with him. The following morning a dozen red roses appeared at her tiny apartment and she agreed to go to dinner with him.
"Tell me" the industrialist asked "how are your card skills?" Ophelia just giggled.
"I can play Uno and I'm a dab hand at gin but otherwise it's a bit ropey."
"Poker?" He asked hopefully.
"I haven't played poker since I was at school." She breathed "Perhaps you could remind me?" As they talked she studied him carefully and she could tell he was liking what he saw, as was she. Bernard rubbed her wrist and felt her pulse increase as he did so, mistakenly thinking he was causing it.

As Bernard led Ophelia into the hotel suite she allowed her eyes to widen at the professional poker set up. Ophelia ignored Natasha Romanoff, wearing a blonde wig and dressed as a croupier, as she dealt the cards.
"Gentlemen my new friend will be playing on my behalf" Bernard smirked and sat Ophelia in a chair placing a stack of chips in front of her. "Don't worry my darling it's only money" Ophelia purred as he kissed her bare shoulder and hesitantly she began to play. By the end of the evening she had won twenty thousand dollars. Enough to show she could win but not enough to make him suspicious.
"Well? How did I do?" She smiled breathlessly, threading her arm through his as he led her away.
"You could have won a lot more I think I need to teach you to play properly. Take more chances." Ophelia smiled and her cheeks blushed slightly as his hand ran down her body. "Maybe I should come in and we could play a hand or two" he smirked as she put her key into the lock of her apartment.
"I think you Sir, are being slightly forward" she replied smiling softly at him and allowing him to kiss her softly Bernard's breath caught at her close proximity. And he kissed her again only this time his tongue duelling with hers.l as he felt her heart hammering in her chest.
"Breakfast?" He asked hopefully as they broke apart and Ophelia nodded allowing her smile to reach her eyes and blushing slighty. Once she was inside her apartment she lent on the door and took a deep breath. What she needed was a cold shower, mouthwash and a whiskey.
"Good evening Miss Robert's" A voice called from the sofa and she nearly screamed as she saw a shape of someone sitting there. The intruder leaned over and put her lamp on. The sight of Clint Barton grinning at her made her sigh in relief. Quietly she slipped her knife back into her hair. "Just checking you're still alive and everything is ok". Her assailant from the previous day grinned. Ophelia grimaced and shook her head at his black eye and he just shrugged. Ophelia moved briskly to her tiny kitchen and put the coffee machine on pulling a second mug out of the cupboard.
"I almost lost at poker tonight. He wants to give me lessons" she replied with a raised eyebrow. "I'm having breakfast with him tomorrow."
"Wear the pale blue jumper it makes your boobs look bigger" Nate voice called from the bedroom and grinning Ophelia found a third mug.

"There she is" Bernard smiled and stood as Ophelia walked into the restaurant he had texted her to meet him in. "Simply spectacular". He murmured as she sat at the table, admiring the pale blue cashmere jumper and tight high waisted leather pencil skirt. Quickly he ordered a coffee and croissant for her, drinking in her mouth as she nibbled slightly provocatively on the pastry. Beside his plate she noted he had an unopened pack of cards.  Breakfast turned into lunch and lunch into dinner with his teaching her poker in between the meals. During breakfast Ophelias phone began to ping with text messages from her 'manager' and she showed her annoyance but allowed it to interrupt them until eventually Bernard picked it up and slipped it in his pocket with his own to make her pay attention. Unwittingly allowing the phone to copy his and worm it's way into his company computers. After dinner he took her to another high stakes game and she lost every penny and when he asked her how she was going to pay him back she smiled and ran her hand down his chest.  That night she let her eyes go wide and she ran her tounge over her lower lip, allowed him to take her to his home laughing at the idea of paying him back by having an intimate dinner with him again. Afterwards he asked her to stay and she nodded smiling slightly as he kissed her. Ophelia groaned into the kiss allowing his hands to roam over her. Arching when he played with her nipples and allowing him to lead her upstairs.
"I'll buy you a hundred dresses" he growled as she lowered the zip and let the silk puddle at her feet. Very carefully Bernard drank in her body and ran a hand over her stomach slimming the edge of her knickers. Carefully she led him to the bed and pushed him down and straddled him pulling at his shirt to remove it. A few minutes later she had him naked and studied him approvingly. Very carefully she lent forwards and licked his neck as she took hold of his member, her diamond ring scratching his scrotum and he almost immediately froze and she stepped off of the bed and pulled her clothes back on. By the time she had smoothed her hair back into place he had passed away.

Ophelia slipped away in the middle of the night leaving him in his bed looking like he had had a heart attack. Completely unaware that Barnes was outside the villa and had watched the entire thing. He had a new respect for Fury's daughter. She hadn't bailed at all and had been quietly efficient. He had watched everything through the villas massive windows and anyone not knowing what was going on just saw a young woman being taken advantage of and leaving in the middle of the night.