Unexpected

Catching His Attention

I could barely bring myself to blink as Natasha started dancing to some fast-beat Russian song that I was completely unfamiliar with. She had the whole room enthralled actually! Hers wasn't a pole dance per say, but it was definitely provocative as she swung her hips, dipping her body low and using all of her curves to their fullest.

A slow whistle came from the intercom system. The other agents watching were impressed too it seemed. This could not be the first time Nat had danced like this! She strutted around the pole, blowing the crowd a kiss before dropping into a type of shimmy. Anton just had to be drooling over this display!

Shifting my gaze from Nat's performance to the couch where Anton had been, I found it to be empty. It took me a second to scan the crowd, but I found him standing amongst the others who were appreciating Nat's dance. However, Anton was chatting up another blonde in the crowd!

How could he not be giving Nat his full attention? I huffed frustratedly before speaking up, "It's not working enough."

"That man must be stupid." I heard one of the agents mumble under his breath into the intercom.

"I guess we'll have to go with a more direct route." Nat's voice came over the intercom, panting ever so slightly from her exertions.

"I'll keep my eyes on him." I reported. I wasn't the one who was supposed to catch his attention yet, but he was far too easy to lose in this undulating crowd of dancing, drinking people.

Taking another sip of my drink I watched as Anton was turned down by the busty blonde he'd been trying to attract. I couldn't blame her. His whole persona screamed 'greasy cad'. As she wriggled her way away from Anton, he turned his eyes back up to Natasha. He'd become completely entranced by her now, no doubt!

I'd hardly noticed how quickly I'd been sipping down my drink as I watched over the events below like a hawk watches the goings-on of a band of rabbits. I'll get a refill. That'd give me an excuse to watch Anton closer. As soon as Nat made contact with him and coaxed him to slip away with her she'd want me to be close by so that I could be drawn into their 'private time' too so we could extract Anton's information together out of the sight of Anton's guards.

Descending the stairs was difficult with my heels, but I managed to make it back down to the ground floor. I almost tripped halfway down though, my heel catching the step funny, sending me flying back as I gripped onto the stair rail with all my might.

"You okay, Copper?"

I made an affirmative grunt, catching my balance again. These ridiculous shoes were trying to kill me! As soon as this mission is done, I'm going to fling them off and toss them out of the quinjet! It was a miracle that I hadn't dropped my drink glass.

While I and my glass were fine, in those few seconds of panic from my trip I'd lost sight of my target. Trying to not get worried that I'd lost sight of him I made my way through the pandemonium of dancing, grinding, chatting, laughing, and drinking people to get to the bar. Leaning my back against the counter of the bar I slowly rotated my ankle that had almost been twisted by my misstep on the stairs as I scanned the faces of the people in the crowd, trying to pick Anton out again. Most of people had their backs to me since they were watching Nat's display. I'd have to weave my way through them to find him probably...

"How about another round, sweetheart?"

A gasp escaped my throat at the broken Russian that was whispered into my ear. Spinning my head around, I came face to face with none other than Derek Anton! He leered at me as he leaned against the bar, blatantly looking me up and down, his eyes lingering on my chest.