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"Tell me nothing."
Oh sure, they gave me his age, his occupation, where he lived, and stuff like that. They did not tell me about the man himself, what he liked or disliked, or what he wanted out of life. What his dreams were.
I didn't even know if he was dating anyone.
I growled at that thought and flexed until the glass in my hand shattered. The remains of my whiskey went all over my hand and shirt, and some of the pieces of glass imbedded in my skin.
"Figlio di Troia!"I snapped as I shook my hand. "Get me a towel and some tweezers." I needed to get the glass out of my hand before it healed over. "And get someone to clean up this mess."
"Right away, sir."
This was not turning out to be a stellar day.
Once Tashi brought me what I asked for, I carefully pulled several pieces of glass out of my skin. Once the glass was removed, the small cuts healed up right away. I was glad I'd been able to get to them in time. I did not relish the idea of cutting myself open to get the glass out if the skin had healed over.
After handing everything back to Tashi, I strode to my bedroom and then to the attached bathroom. I peeled my shirt off and tossed it in the garbage before washing my hands.
I glanced toward the other room when I heard the door open. "Paolo, I need a new shirt."
"I have one sitting on the edge of the bed, sir."
Sometimes I didn't know what I would do without Paolo. He'd been with me just as long as Tashi. He acted as my personal butler and my assistant all rolled into one mega efficient gryphon.
He kept my life from imploding on most days.
After cleaning up, I walked into the bedroom and pulled on the clean shirt Paolo had set out for me. I always felt a little better once I put on a clean, crisp white shirt. It was kind of a sign that I was ready to begin my day, even if it was a little later on in the day.
I fixed my tie and pulled on my suit jacket before exiting the room and heading to my temporary office. I needed to make some phone calls. I wanted to know more about my mate, and I needed to find the perfect gift to send him so he'd forgive me.
Everyone liked gifts.
I didn't think a diamond tennis bracelet would work, but maybe a car? Guys liked cars. I did. I had several back in the garage at my villa outside of Milan. But what kind of car would he like?
There was so much about my mate that I didn't know.
"Tashi, what kind of sports cars do young men like?"
Tashi frowned. "Sports cars, sir?"
"I need you to find me a sports car, the best model out right now. Red... No, make that black. A convertible. Italian maker, of course. One with the highest safety rating."
Had to make sure my mate was safe after all.
"Are you sure about this, sir? He may not like sports cars."
"Nonsense." I waved a dismissive hand. "All young men like sports cars. My mate will love it."
"He may not, sir," Tashi insisted.
I thought about it for a moment and then shook my head. "No, he'll like it. Who doesn't like expensive gifts?"
Tashi pressed his lips together.
I'd been around a very long time, a couple of centuries. I'd dealt with my fair share of people, male and female. While I'd only been involved with a couple of people for more than a few nights, the one thing that was common between them all was their love of presents.
No, I was doing the right thing.René needed to know how sorry I was that I had made a mistake, although the details of that mistake were still a little fuzzy.
The one thing that had been clear when René was talking to me—shouting at me really—was that Pierre was someone important to him. I had to take that into account when dealing with him. I also needed to make amends to Pierre.
