Not the way she worded it.

You think for a minute or two, occasionally taking a step with one foot or the other just to make sure she doesn’t try to trap you again. Finally, you respond.

“That’s a VERY-nice offer, Destiny…,” you begin honestly.

She laughs, adding, “No shit!”

“…But one I’m going to have to turn-down,” you add.

Her eyes go wide, and her jaw drops.

“WHAT?!!” she says, obviously surprised by your response.

“Nothing personal,” you tell her, waving both hands in the space between the two of you. “I’m certain I would enjoy the opportunity you’re offering. It’s just that, before I agree to the concession you’re requesting, I’m going to have to request certain… Modifications.”

She is silent for a few moments, before asking an uninterrupted round of questions.

“Whaddya mean?” she asks. “We talkin’ blowjob? Titfuck? Anal? Been there, done that. Want me to pass your name around the jobs? I’m sure I could do that.”

Now, YOUR jaw is the one quickly heading for the ground.

“None of the above, actually,” you admit. “MY problem is that, while I would enjoy the experience with you or any of your co-workers, it would be known only to us.”

She nods.

“Yeah?! And?!” she asks.

“Destiny,” you explain. “I don’t just wanna DO you; I wanna DATE you.”