“I hope you won't consider my lineage a deal breaker,” he said, and his smile sent another chill through me. “I assure you, I'm quite good at what I do.”
This was no time for me to be quailing. I straightened up and worked up all the insufferability I could muster. “I have no problems with someone who can get the job done. Assuming, of course, you have no problem being hired by someone you consider, what was it, 'young'?”
He blinked a couple of times. Then, chuckling, he leaned back in his chair and draped an arm over the backrest. “I'd take a job from a toddler if the pay was good,” he assured me.
“Then, what was that you were talking about before?” I asked.
“I don't usually take girls your age to bed,” he said with a shrug.
Some women would have slapped a man for saying that. I like
