“But if you write a profile on me that says that I’m great at my job et cetera, et cetera, and then our . . . dalliance is exposed—” “Dalliance?” I asked, amused at his charming euphemism. “Did we step back in time to nineteen fifty-three?” He looked me dead in the eye. “If people find out we fucked on Saturday.” He raised his eyebrows. “Better?”
