Chapter two

He walked in with an elegant strut. Tall and regal aware that everyone was looking at him and pondering over who this elegant and dapper man could be. Natasha gulped as she took in the man who walked in as if he owned the place, which he didn't but he had that way. That way of making you think he was possible of doing anything he wanted. Tall and pale , with long black hair swept back and crystal blue eyes that looked as if you could dive into them and just get lost in them.

Natasha watched as the handsome stranger took a seat in the corner booth and almost simultaneously a waitress was at his beck and call. He looked bored and uninterested strutting his pale white fingers against the table oak. Blue eyes piercing as he took in everyone around him, almost as if he was looking for something or someone. Natasha didn't know whether or not he was a potential mark or a very serious potential threat. A threat because her loins were stirring and she made a habit of always targeting someone she was least attracted to, so there would never be complications if complications ever arise.

"He always gets all the beautiful woman to look at him."

Natasha was snapped out of her stupor as she noticed that Steve had returned to her side of the bar and was talking her.

"What did you say?" She asked taking another sip of her cider.

Steve grinned his American and shook his head.

"Loki always has that effect on woman. He's got the whole mysterious bad boy thing going for him." Steve chuckled.

Natasha frowned before sneaking a glance at the stranger, whose name happened to be Loki.

"Loki? Did his parents really not love him?" Natasha quipped looking back at Steve.

"His parents are professors and they are into Norse mythology, he's got a brother called Thor you know?"

"You don't say. Friend of yours?" Natasha asked trying to feign interest.

"Yeah we're best friends. I was a groomsman with him at a Thor's wedding. You interested? I can introduce you too, not that I know too much about the mysterious red head that comes in every now and again into my bar." Steve smirked.

Natasha rolled her eyes.

"I'm private person." She answered stiffly.

"So is he. A match made in heaven I would say." Steve quipped.

"Its fine, American boy I'm not interested. The whole dark hair and scary handsome looks don't do much for me." Natasha shrugged.

"Suit yourself. Sorry customers to serve." Steve smiled before making his way over towards two beautiful blondes who were admiring the handsome bartender.

Natasha sighed and tossed her hair to one side. It was getting late and she needed to hit a score and get home. She purposely ignored looking at the corner of the bar where he was sitting. She spotted a sandy brown haired, frat brother looking type guy swigging away pints of beer. Perfect. No doubt a rich mama's boy. Natasha slipped off her stool and walked over towards the frat. She stood with her hands on her hips and watched as the Frat's eyes widened as he suddenly noticed a red haired vixen staring him down.

"Are you going to ask me to dance?" Natasha fake flirted as she batted her eyelashes.

Frat guy and his other frat friends, jaws were on the floors. Frat guy just nodded dumbly and clumsily got to his feet and took her hands and lead her to the small and intimate dance floor.

Natasha hated dancing but it was the only lore that she had that would help her work over potential hits. Guys loved a girl that could dance. Frat kept stepping on her toes, which luckily for Natasha she decided to wear boots that evening. She swayed her hips to the music and tried to ignore frat's hands drunkenly groping her. For some reason unbeknown to her she looked towards the corner of the bar and blue eyes pierced right into her soul. She gasped and looked away. Why the hell did she look at him? She could even now feel his eyes staring at her. It was unnerving. She needed to get out here and quick.

She pulled Frat guy closer towards her body and went in for the kill she sneaked her hands into the back of his jean pockets, pretending she was going in for a squeeze. Effortlessly she manoeuvred his wallet out his pocket and slipped it into her own. She pulled away from Frat and smiled.

"Thanks for the dance, stud." She smiled before pivoting on her feet towards the exit.

As she got to the door, she glanced around towards the corner of the bar, but was relieved to see that he wasn't there anymore. Natasha frowned but none the less made her exit. So caught up in her disappointment of not seeing those eyes one last time she collided head on with a body. Natasha staggered back and glanced up. She wish she hadn't because she was then looking into crystal blue eyes that were surveying hers with interests.

"Finally. I've caught you." Loki smirked.