Natasha glanced at him and turned away, her voice filled with frustration as she said, "I used to be obsessed with power and martial arts, always wanting to be above others. But now, I don't care about any of that anymore—if you just say the word, I'd give up my position as the head of West End right away to serve you."

Andrew was stunned. "What did you just say?"

"I said I'd give up everything just to be with you," Natasha replied irritably.

Andrew's heart skipped a beat as he realized the widow had developed feelings for him. As he wondered if he really had to sleep with Natasha, anger washed over him.

Just then, the pouting Natasha burst into laughter and looked at him triumphantly. "You fool, couldn't you tell I was just messing with you?"

"You think this is funny?" Andrew asked, slightly annoyed.

Natasha stood tall and challenged him, "It is funny… Unless you're man enough to take control of the situation."

"Your provocations won't work on me," Andrew said with a smi