“That made me fall for you even harder.”
“If that turns you on, you’re definitely spy material. It takes a certain kind of personality to excel in my line of work.” He pauses. “Which is why I thought you might be interested.”
I look up at him, aghast. “In murdering people for a living? I’m sorry, but no matter how evil they are, I couldn’t do it. I don’t even like to kill spiders.”
“There are many other ways to be useful as a spy.”
I furrow my brow. “So it was your idea that those assholes on the ship interrogate me?”
“No,” he says firmly. “My idea was that I’d be your handler. Potentially. But they ran with it and decided to do a trial by fire.”
“Handler? What’s that?”
“The person who gives you assignments.”
I think for a moment. “Except for the killing-people part and you being m
