Dark Desires

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Joey

It had been a long, excruciating day.

Having to attend these tedious meetings with Bucky was really starting to play at my sanity.

I'd be happier digging pencils into my eyes than having to sit through another Tony Stark lecture.

I had made camp at one of the available desks, going through my emails and tasks for the day. Bucky had to catch up with Steve Roger's so he asked me if I could wait.

What was I going to tell him? No?

It was odd though.

I noticed Bucky sneaking glances at me. One time he almost smiled when I yawned rather loudly during one of Tony's lectures.

A large goofy grin spread to the corners of my mouth, but I gave myself a mental shake.

No!

Absolutely not!

We are not about to crush on a very hot widow dad. No matter how many abs he has. Or how beautiful his blue eyes are. Or how I get butterflies in my stomach when I see him.

"Stop it!"

"Stop what?"

My head snapped up, only to be met by a sinister smile.

"Now tell me

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"Now tell me.... what's a beautiful woman like you doing all alone at these hours?"

Did it suddenly become hard to breathe?

I took a deep steady breath before I answered him.

"I had some work I needed to catch up on, so I took this perfect opportunity."

Loki, the God of Mischief, smiled at me, his gaze wandering all over the room. What was he looking for?

"Perfect. Such a suitable word for you, don't you think?"

He got closer.

"What do you mean, sir?"

Sitting ontop of the desk I was working at, he made himself comfortable very quickly.

"Sir doesn't quite cut it, call me Loki. Or master. Which ever you prefer. But yes perfect, like you. Beautiful brown eyes, your oddly short, dark hair. The way you present yourself, you suck the air out of any room you walk into. You're a very beautiful and powerful woman."

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