Private Finished You know what they say about curiousity

That look wasn't lost on Natalie.

She swirled the vodka in her own glass for a moment, before taking a small sip, keeping eye contact all the while. She did have to admit to herself that Malakias was definitely her type. If she were simply here on a social visit, catching the eye of someone like him would have been nice on its own. But since she was here on a job, this would be especially fortunate for her. It gave her one more card she could play.

"I think the jury's still out on you, Mr Volkov." She spoke with a coy tone, emphasising his title as she leaned forward, providing him with a generous view down her little black dress. "I haven't quite figured out what I can get out of you yet."

Under the table, she raised one of her legs, the pointed tip of her high heel shoe touching against Malakias'. She gently, slowly dragged it upwards, moving it up until she reached his inner thighs.

"Maybe there's something else you'd be willing to give me? Something we could discuss somewhere a little more privately...?" She trailed off, leaving the question out in the air, sly grin spread across her face.

Jackpot.

Her grin widened, she made a show of her breath hitching as she felt his nails on her skin, enjoying the sensation. She slowly retracted her leg, the skin sliding out of his hand as she sat back up straight.

"I think that sounds absolutely lovely." She said, speaking with a notably more sultry tone. She neatly placed her cutlery with her plate, finished off the last of her vodka, placed her pen and pad back into her bag and shut off the recorder, before picking up her bag and slowly rising out of her seat. She walked around the table, one hand sliding along the wood before she stood in front of him. She offered him her hand, standing in a very ladylike fashion.

"Lead the way, Mr Volkov."

"My my, such a gentleman."

She smiled as he kissed her hand, one of her tails running itself along his waist, gently curling around him as she let him lead her on. Nat always enjoyed when someone treated her well, she liked feeling pampered, so she had no problem walking close to Malakias, letting him enjoy the view.

She stepped into his office, sparing a cursory glance around the room with an appreciative smirk. It looked as high class as the rest of the building did. While she was admiringm she looked around for any loose papers, any documents, anything that might be worth reading, though she didn't try to actually check any of them just yet. She didn't want to look too obvious about it.

"Nice office, don't mind if I do." She said, sauntering over to the sofa, draping herself along it, relaxing, legs crossed over in front of each other as she eyed him. "More drinks?"

"Didn't I already say that I'd be the one asking the questions?"

With a soft laugh, she took the glass from his hand, sipping from it a little before settling back. If she was at all worried about the implicit, possible threat, she gave no sign of it, grinning back at him.

"I suppose I can make an exception just this once. So, if, by some chance, I was right and you were, in fact, shady as hell, I suspect you wouldn't want to advertise that." She explained. "So, if, hypothetically, something were to happen to a fairly well-known journalist, and said journalists last known location just happened to be your restaurant, you'd have a lot of people asking questions."

She took a sip from her drink, eyeing him playfully the whole time. Evidently, Malakias wasn't the only one who enjoyed playing games with people.

"Once people start doing that, well, who knows what might happen? Maybe they'll end up stumbling on something you don't want them to. And if that were to happen then anything you were...hypothetically doing, you'd risk that being dragged into the spotlight."

"All just for little old me." She sat up, back straightening, which had the additional effect of pushing her chest forward. "I don't think a smart man would take a risk like that. Do you agree, Mr Volkov?"

"Mmm, maybe I have." Her grinned widened. "But maybe those questionable relationships are the exact reason I'm so sure I'll be ok."

She shrugged, putting down her glass. Even as she was messing around, the gears were still turning in her head. His relationship with his sister was apparently sour. That was interesting. She stored that little nugget of information in the back of her mind for later. It was an angle that she could approach another time.

"If I'm wrong, and it turns out I am at risk, well...I guess I'd just need to figure a way out myself. You said it yourself, I am quite capable, after all."

"But of course, I have no need to worry about that, right?" She batted her eyes, innocently. "Like you said, you're just a businessman. Not the sort of person I should feel threatened by, right?"