Natasha smiled. "Definitely interested in something else," she said as her eyes traveled the length of his body.
She could see the white outline of scars over well defined muscles. The history of his life was written in scars all over his body. Her heart ached imagining what he had been through for the past few decades. Russian masters were never easy on their operatives, Natasha knew that fact first hand.
"But I can be convinced to have another bath."
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