Yes.

"Sure," you text back. "How about tomorrow?" If you're actually going to accept his invitation, then it needs to be tomorrow. You don't want this matter to remain unresolved past then. If he says no, then you'll just explain what happened right now.

"Tomorrow works. I can take a half-day. I still have plenty of PTO."

You don't even know what PTO is, but there's NTB now. Part of you wanted him to say no, but you assure that part that everything will be fine. You'll tell him what happened, he'll tell you that he didn't plan on letting you suck his dick anyway, you'll both laugh, and then you'll have a nice, friendly lunch.

"What's for lunch, then?" you ask.

"Well, since Sips is no longer an option, how about Le Cul?"

Le Cul de la Bouteille is the new French bistro in town. You've never been there before, but feel it safe to assume they have wine, so you're in. You'll definitely need a glass or two.

"Le Cul sounds good. Is it? I've never been."

"Yeah, it's pretty good! Can I pick you up at noon?"

"How about I meet you there at 12:30?" you reply, uncomfortable with the idea of him driving.

"12:30 it is. See you then!"

There are a few reasons why you want to take your own car, but one stands out above the rest. You'll need a babysitter, you know just the person for job, and you definitely don't want her to see you leave with Rick.