Him: Scowling. You’re late. We were supposed to be at the Smiths a half hour ago. It’s business!
You: Miffed. Well it’s not my fault – I had to stay late at work!
A charming couple you’ll be tonight. Forced smiles to the Smiths and daggers to each other.
No fun between the sheets tonight, nuh-uh. It’s a toss-up right now if you’ll even end up in the same bed.
Too bad. The Smiths are good company and it could have been a relaxing, enjoyable evening.
Wouldn’t have taken much, either. Just an “I’m sorry. I got caught by the boss on my way out. I know how important this evening is to you. I’ll be ready in a jiff.
Something like that . . .