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However, Noah barely touches his food. His brow furrows as he pushes a sweet potato fry across his plate. “Did you enjoy your trip abroad?”
I nod and drink some more water to wash down my food. “It was very nice. Have you ever been to Europe?”
“Italy,” he says. “I have a house in Brera.”
Impressed, I raise my brows. Not that I know where that is. “It must be nice to have a place to stay while you travel.”
“I rarely go. Work keeps me too busy here.”
And here’s my chance to ask what I’ve been so curious about. “What type of work do you do?”
“I’m a consultant.”
I laugh. “That’s the response you give someone when you don’t want to tell them what you do.”
“Maybe I don’t want to say.”
Cocking my head, I chew my lower lip and study him. “Can I guess?”
“I’d love to hear what you think I do. It will be sort of judging a book by its cover, though.” He grins devilishly, as if he can’t wait for me to trip up and say something insulting.
“Well”—I tap my finger against my chin—“based on looks, I’d say a model.”
He throws his head back in a chuckle that has me grinning, loving the way his voice deepens with his laughter.
“Not a model.”
“Hmm.” I continue to scrutinize him, narrowing my gaze exaggeratedly. “You’re dressed in expensive clothes and I saw your car, so you get paid well. There’s something about you that’s a little dangerous.” His smile fades instantly and I regret my choice of words. “I didn’t mean dangerous as in a killer or anything. I meant, like whatever you do is serious. Not a fun job.”
“Guess.”
“A lawyer,” I blurt.
“No.”
I stare at him, something on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t figure out what it is. His squared, confident shoulders, the way he seems aware of everything around him, gives off an aura of something I’ve seen before. But I don’t want to voice it.
Instead, I say, “Investor.”
“No.”
Sitting back, I scrunch my nose. “An undertaker.”
If possible, he stiffens even more. “No.”
“Okay.” I place my palms on the table. “It’s clear I’m completely missing the mark. Just tell me already.”
“I’m who people come to when they need to downsize or restructure their organizations.”
“Oh.” I frown. “So you’re called in to fire people?”
His smile returns and it’s so beautiful, I’m momentarily stunned. “Exactly.”
“Well, then I was right,” I say cockily. “Youaredangerous.”
He chuckles. “Very.”
“I’ll be sure to keep you away from the S Gallery then.”
