Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 8

"Very good. As I mentioned before, please never hesitate to come by."

"Thank you, James." She looked him over. Debonaire as always. His hair was tied back in a low bun. His suit was a flawless Brioni set, a deep navy, complimenting his blue eyes. Dark tattoos peeking out on his neck and hands, giving the look an edge. "How have you been?"

"I've been well. Business has been healthy." The elevator door opened as it reached the ground floor, opening up to the lobby. He wrapped his arm around her, hand pressing firmly to her soft back as he walked her through. "How are you getting home?"

"I was just going to take the subway."

He shook his head. "Not anymore. I'm giving you a ride."

She opened her mouth to protest, but a single look from the large man to her side and she clamped her lips shut. She was quickly learning to not challenge him once he had his mind made up.

The ride was fast, being that she only lived about ten minutes from the building. The sun was setting from the day coming to an end. As they moved, dusky shadows and golden light alternated from the tall buildings surrounding the roads. Bright beams bounced off the shiny skyscrapers, blinding her as they drove.

The Aston Martin whipped up to her curb.

"Thank you, James. You're too kind to me." Her brows furrowed, giving a sulk.

He shook his head. "Please don't thank me. I could never let a lady take the subway alone if I can help it."

Maggie had never met someone as giving as him. From the moment they had met, he was doing everything in his power to spoil her and set her up for success. He wanted nothing, but for her to be happy. She needed to find a way to return the favor.

"Hey, I don't know if you have better things to do tonight, but do you want to come inside for dinner? It's the least I could do for everything you've done for me."

Completely elated, but his expression stayed blank. He was used to the most upscale dining the city had to offer, so her simple invitation nearly flew over his head. This was what he had been waiting for, he wanted her alone. All of their attention on the other.

"My schedule is wide open for the remainder of the evening. I'm all yours." The first statement was a big fat lie. He had extremely important clients waiting for him at a restaurant across town, but he didn't give a fuck. The second statement he made rang painfully true for him, to her they were just a kind acceptance.

James parked and walked her up to the apartment. Her building was a bit run down, which he wasn't a fan of. It didn't feel secure enough for his taste. He wanted her fiercely protected, but he couldn't say that to her yet.

Inside her apartment was exactly what he had expected. Cute. Pastel colored furniture and decor. Vases of flowers sat on every open surface, giving the space that similar floral scent she always wore on her skin.

Maggie dropped down her things, pulled her shoes off, and went to the kitchen. He slowly followed, sending a quick text to one of his assistants to cancel dinner. He took in every detail of the rooms. Memorizing, so he could think back on it.

She dug through her cabinets, trying to figure out what to make. Her original dinner plan was going to be grilled cheese, but she felt like she owed her guest a real meal.

"How does pasta sound? I know it's not very extravagant, but I promise I make the best."

"Pasta sounds perfect."

His response made her glow with joy. She got to work.

Pulling off his blazer to get more comfortable, James yanked off his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He sat down at the tiny table in the corner of the small kitchen. Hulking body looking humorously oversized in the compact chair and watched her cook. She had put on some music and was swaying her hips as she worked, focused on cooking and honestly forgetting there were a pair of eyes on her.