His eyes dart the hallway when she says his name. He knows Natasha is the best, that she would never say his name in eavesdropping distance from anyone else. It doesn't stop the immediate reaction though, and once he's sure it's clear he's got a hand on her wrist and is tugging her into an unused office. The kind that is boring, everything put away neat in the desks aligned in a row, but also boring enough that no one would need to come in during such a party.

"Oh it's not the men I have a problem with, Natalia," he murmurs once he closes the door behind her in the room.

His eyes take her in with a hungry gaze, like he could absolutely devour every inch of her and still be begging for more. Like no amount of Natasha would be enough to satiate the desire that night. He takes a step closer looking down at her pressing her closer to the door.

"It's you lookin' so fuckin' gorgeous that I have to think about fuckin' anything else in the world. We have an hour, and I'm going to have you."