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sending her pulse racing.
Holy fuck, she was in trouble. Amber finished her ice cream quickly and pushed it away. She needed him to focus on something else. Maybe him. Most men enjoyed talking about themselves. At least that was her experience. “Tell me about yourself. What do you do back in the city?”
He waved his spoon in the air. “Boring city office work. I toil each day away like the rest of the population, only to come in the next day and start all over again.”
“Doing what though?”
“Take a wild guess. I’m confident you won’t figure it out. I know you can’t tap into my mind.”
She snorted and rolled her eyes. How did he know? It didn’t matter. Not right now. She wanted to figure out what he did in life first. “I would almost think you’re a lawyer. You had that stuffy, pretentious vibe when I first saw you. You dressed down, but you were still dressed better than people who dress up. Maybe you’re in the financial district. Banker. Stock trader.” She narrowed her eyes and tried to imagine him pouring over numbers all day.
“Nah,” she said talking it out. “That’s too stuffy, even for you. I don’t see you crunching numbers day in and day out.”
He flashed an amused smile at her, motioning with his spoon for her to go on.
“Let’s see.” She tapped her fingers on the table and cocked her head to the side. This would have been so much easier if she could pop into his mind. “You’re sure as hell no one’s personal assistant. No, you’re the kind of guy who has one.” She thrummed her fingers some more. “IT…maybe. I’ve heard they’re sexier these days; but then, your clothing is a bit more refined. More expensive. I don’t know if those guys are paid enough to splurge like that. Business management?”
If she hadn’t been paying close attention to him, she wouldn’t have noticed his subtle shift in demeanor.
“Business management of some kind, it is.”
Andreas conceded the point with a tip of his head. “Of a sort.”
Amber couldn’t stop the grin from forming on her face. “What kind of sort? I’m close, but I know there’s something still a little…off. Just tell me. I promise I won’t laugh if you’re like a rubber ducky business magnate.”
He chuckled lightly. “Nothing quite so fun. I own and run a clothier business.”
Amber’s mouth fell open. “Excuse me? A clothier? What does that mean exactly?”
“Have you ever heard of A Shift in Style ?”
She nodded. “Who hasn’t? It’s the top of the line place to get clothes tailored for Mystics, specifically shifters. You manage one of their stores?”
“No. It’s all mine.”
“Uh, the whole company or just one of the franchises?”
“The whole kit and caboodle. Came up with the concept. Designed the first line. Started the company.”
With each word, Amber’s mouth dropped open more. The guy in front of her, the man telling her she was his mate, was the fucking brains behind the first ever clothing line for Mystics around the world.
She snapped her mouth shut as the words finally sunk in. “Are you a fucking billionaire or some shit?”
Andreas’s laugh was overly loud and drawing attention of passersby. “Not a billionaire. Millionaire maybe. I’d have to check with Theo.”
“Theo, the shaggy-haired guy you were with at the bar?”
“Yeah, he’s the financial guru. I try to pour as much money back into the company as possible. Make sure everyone earns decent wages and all of that behind the scenes stuff. It’s why I spend so much time in the office these days.”
Amber sat back and tried to process it all. “And you’re bored of it, aren’t you?”
Andreas took his last bite of ice cream, then sighed happily. “How can you tell?”
“You’ve got this excited glow about you. When you walked into the bar, there was an aura of stress around you. Tension creased your face. Your back was rigid. Now you look…happy and satisfied.”
“Maybe that’s because
Holy fuck, she was in trouble. Amber finished her ice cream quickly and pushed it away. She needed him to focus on something else. Maybe him. Most men enjoyed talking about themselves. At least that was her experience. “Tell me about yourself. What do you do back in the city?”
He waved his spoon in the air. “Boring city office work. I toil each day away like the rest of the population, only to come in the next day and start all over again.”
“Doing what though?”
“Take a wild guess. I’m confident you won’t figure it out. I know you can’t tap into my mind.”
She snorted and rolled her eyes. How did he know? It didn’t matter. Not right now. She wanted to figure out what he did in life first. “I would almost think you’re a lawyer. You had that stuffy, pretentious vibe when I first saw you. You dressed down, but you were still dressed better than people who dress up. Maybe you’re in the financial district. Banker. Stock trader.” She narrowed her eyes and tried to imagine him pouring over numbers all day.
“Nah,” she said talking it out. “That’s too stuffy, even for you. I don’t see you crunching numbers day in and day out.”
He flashed an amused smile at her, motioning with his spoon for her to go on.
“Let’s see.” She tapped her fingers on the table and cocked her head to the side. This would have been so much easier if she could pop into his mind. “You’re sure as hell no one’s personal assistant. No, you’re the kind of guy who has one.” She thrummed her fingers some more. “IT…maybe. I’ve heard they’re sexier these days; but then, your clothing is a bit more refined. More expensive. I don’t know if those guys are paid enough to splurge like that. Business management?”
If she hadn’t been paying close attention to him, she wouldn’t have noticed his subtle shift in demeanor.
“Business management of some kind, it is.”
Andreas conceded the point with a tip of his head. “Of a sort.”
Amber couldn’t stop the grin from forming on her face. “What kind of sort? I’m close, but I know there’s something still a little…off. Just tell me. I promise I won’t laugh if you’re like a rubber ducky business magnate.”
He chuckled lightly. “Nothing quite so fun. I own and run a clothier business.”
Amber’s mouth fell open. “Excuse me? A clothier? What does that mean exactly?”
“Have you ever heard of A Shift in Style ?”
She nodded. “Who hasn’t? It’s the top of the line place to get clothes tailored for Mystics, specifically shifters. You manage one of their stores?”
“No. It’s all mine.”
“Uh, the whole company or just one of the franchises?”
“The whole kit and caboodle. Came up with the concept. Designed the first line. Started the company.”
With each word, Amber’s mouth dropped open more. The guy in front of her, the man telling her she was his mate, was the fucking brains behind the first ever clothing line for Mystics around the world.
She snapped her mouth shut as the words finally sunk in. “Are you a fucking billionaire or some shit?”
Andreas’s laugh was overly loud and drawing attention of passersby. “Not a billionaire. Millionaire maybe. I’d have to check with Theo.”
“Theo, the shaggy-haired guy you were with at the bar?”
“Yeah, he’s the financial guru. I try to pour as much money back into the company as possible. Make sure everyone earns decent wages and all of that behind the scenes stuff. It’s why I spend so much time in the office these days.”
Amber sat back and tried to process it all. “And you’re bored of it, aren’t you?”
Andreas took his last bite of ice cream, then sighed happily. “How can you tell?”
“You’ve got this excited glow about you. When you walked into the bar, there was an aura of stress around you. Tension creased your face. Your back was rigid. Now you look…happy and satisfied.”
“Maybe that’s because
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