Sit at a table –
Whoa. Could I sit at a table and eat with him? Talk to him without babbling ?
"That sounds perfect," I heard myself saying without any conscious decision to do so. "When ?"
He named a day, and I started to say that was fine, but stopped. "Wait a minute. That's Valentine's Day. I'd think you'd be in high demand on the day of hearts and flowers ."
And orgasms .
"No." This time, when he spoke, he sounded almost...remote. Cool, even. "Taking on a job on Valentine's Day would make it seem...real. I'd rather not do that. Will the day and time work for you or do you have a date ?"
"I...no. No dates ."
"No boyfriend who'll be upset that you're spending the holiday interviewing a man in my...line of work ?"
I was fooling myself, imagining that there was a note of curiosity, maybe even something more in his voice. Completely fooling myself .
Although I'd take that fantasy to bed that night and think about what it would be like to have a man like him interested in me .
"No, there's nobody. Valentine's Day works ."