Omar didn’t agree when I asked him to drop me off a few blocks from the office. Last night, when he came to pick me up, he didn’t take me home right away, instead, we spent the night at his private hotel room in AZ.

“They would think we slept together,” I explained to him why I wanted to be dropped off a few blocks from the office.

“We did,” he replied nonchalantly.

By all means, Omar was right. We did slept together and I had to lie to my mother when I came home around six to shower and to change my clothes. “I know right, but do we...