The Dinner Date

"Great steak, isn't it?" Tony Viscount appreciated the food with a moan, nodding as he munched another piece of grilled meat.

Clara dabbed the corners of her lip with a napkin, sipped at her wine and laid the glass on the table. "I followed you here because you said you had something important to tell me regarding the company." She started with a lie. It wasn't some loyalty to her work place that her driven her to accept Tony's invitation to dinner, but rather curiosity at the kind of person he was to plant his roots so deep in someone else's corporation when he had his.

He lifted the corner of his lips, dipping another piece of meat in sauce. "I figured you're dedicated to your job, my little brother's lucky to have you." 

There was nothing suggestive in his tone, all he had done was speak with that raspy lazy voice and it had seemed as though worms were crawling on her body. She felt repelled; perhaps Andre's hatred for the man was beginning to rub off on