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No. No.
    Totally wouldn’t.
    He opened his mouth to usher her out the door, but she beat him to it.
    “TS? What does it stand for?”
    “Transsexual.”
    “Like transgender?”
    Not a question he expected her to ask, but she looked so genuinely curious she compelled him to answer. “Transexuals are people who have actually transitioned from one sex to another. Not just people who identify as another gender.”
    “Oh. That makes sense.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek. “And there’s a big fan base for that?”
    She took it all in stride and, of course, had more questions. “We’ve had quite a few fans ask about it along with several of our fighters bringing friends in who wanted to apply for a position. We don’t wait for trends. We create them.”
    “Fascinating.” Whispering the word, she seemed to say it for herself alone.
    “What is?”
    “That you’d be okay with it. That the owners would.”
    “Explain.”
    She shrugged and found a very interesting patch of ground to stare at. “I’ve watched you the other times I’ve snuck inside. How you’ve interacted with the other fighters. The employees in the stands. You’re…” Pausing, she closed her eyes, blinked up at him, and then stared at the ground again. “Harsh, I guess. I certainly didn’t expect you to be tolerant of other people’s gender issues. In person, you’re not at all what I expected.” She shrugged, showing a lot more of her age, which made it much easier for him to scowl at her.
    Trying to get the chitchat back on track, he sneered a bit. And it had nothing to do with the fact her opinion of him squeezed his heart. Fuck that. He had no time for little girls or little girl dreams. “If they can make me money then I’m all for it. We’ve seen interest from several directions, and I sure as hell know how to turn a profit when it comes to the oldest profession on record.”
    “Prostitution? Really? That’s what you’re going to equate fighting and taking in The Cage to?”
    He shrugged. “People in their seats are paying to see people fuck someone else.”
    “If the fighters were fucking the people in the seats after they paid to sit there, then it would be considered prostitution.”
    “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet…”
    Her head tilted to the side as she studied him. “Shakespeare? Romeo and Juliet? Really? Pretty sure he didn’t know that reference would ever come full circle. Especially not in an establishment such as this.”
    Bowing to her, he was able to hide his grin at her knowledge of literature. She may not have had it easy, but she sure as hell wasn’t some stupid ditz.
    “How long have you worked here?” she asked as he stood to his full height once more.
    “I own here.”
    Her breath caught in her throat. “You’re the owner of Gladi-Rapers? Holy shit. No wonder I couldn’t figure out who the owner was. Hiding in plain sight. Brilliant.”
    Hearing her say the name shouldn’t have made his dick hard. He shook his head trying to clear it.
    “So you’re not?” she asked with a whole lotta confused teenager attitude thrown in.
    Operative word being teenager. “Teen” plus “ager” equaled jail time, and he really needed to remember that. “I am the owner, but we’re not discussing anything else. Because you’re too young, and you’re leaving.”
    “But I have so many more questions.”
    “Too bad.”
    Disappointment bled from her, and he almost caved. Almost. Shit. Last thing he needed to do was fall for some underage girl with pretty green eyes.
    Fuck.
    He knew what color her eyes were.
    Kicking her out became the only thing he could focus on.
    It wasn’t the only thing he wanted to focus on. Not even close. But the rest of what he wanted wasn’t meant to be. “You need to go back to school.”
    “It’s complicated.”
    “Then un complicate it.”
    “I have to work to eat. There are only so many hours in the day.”
    “Then take the time you spend sneaking