Toxic-Attraction

rmal at Steele and Cross Enterprises, there was still a sense of tension and trouble hidden. She sat on her chair glancing through a pile of reports that Andrew had asked

er. He moved closer to her and whispered in her ears, "Don't get accustomed to it. It wouldn't come always". He smirked, wore his dark sunglasses and left dramatically. Elena's heart throbbed in her chest. "Why is he so impossible?" She asked no one in particular. ...Hours later... It became night fast in Manhattan. Elena sat at her desk, completing the last report. Most of the workers had gone home. The building felt quiet and empty. She yawned and stretched her hands. She was about to shut down her system when her message flashed on her phone. _Private number: Dinner. Meet me in thirty minutes at Garden Rose. Don't be late._ The number had no name but she was already aware of who it was. She sighed and said, "Typical Mr Cross". Her expression turned serious. "Dinner? Since when did her job include dinners?" Perplexed, she typed back. _"Has this got to do with work, Mr Cross?"_ Reply: " _it's compulsory. And note... Don't be late"._ Her heart skipped. A part of her wanted to decline him, but another part of her was curious in finding out what he wanted. "This man is always full of surprises", she muttered to herself, grabbed her purse and exited the building. ... Garden Rose 9:00p.m ... The restaurant was luxurious, lovely and lit with soft golden light. Elena stepped in, dressed in her simple black dress clinging to her body. She sighted him immediately . Andrew sat at a table in a far corner of the restaurant, holding a glass of wine. He looked up as she came, his expression unpredictable. Then he glanced at his wrist watch then said, "You're five minutes late, Miss Santiago". "I was busy with work. You told me to meet you in thirty minutes. I tried my possible best to round up immediately" "Excuses, excuses, excuses, they are instruments for the weak", he remarked taking another sip of the wine. Elena raised her eye brow, "And perfectionism is just a mask of fear", she said back, sitting facing him. Andrew paused, then folded his lips. "Wow". The waiter dressed in ho tailored suit arrived and Andrew made an order for both of them without asking for Elena's preference. "Next time. I would prefer to choose my own meal", she said firmly. He stared at her fiesty face, then smirked ignoring what she s