Chapter Ninety Four

Natasha's pov.

"Natasha!"

Lorenzo's voice startled me as I tiptoed through the back of the hotel building.

I turned around slowly and planted a smile on my face as I saw Lorenzo standing just behind the pool.

"Lorenzo! What are you doing here?" I asked with an unsually high pitched voice.

Lorenzo gave me a funny look and said, "I own the building."

"Right."

"Why are you sneaking in? Where have you been?" He asked, walking towaeds me with powerful strides and with his eyes narrowed into slits of suspicion

He caught me by the elbow as soon as he got close enough and dragged me towards him.

"Just went out to, you know, see the city and take some fresh air."

I said, trying to hide my nervousness.

He was so close to me that I felt a little suffocated by his presence.

I hated that he had this power over me. The ability to make Mr lose my composure. It was almost a shame to my assassin pride.

Compose yourself Natasha! I yelled at myself and immediately composed myself.

He scrutinized my fa