“Let’s see if I can synopsize our situation,” he said. “I never give interviews. You want an interview. No, strike that. You need an interview, because the rabid jackal you work for has made it clear your job is on the line. Am I close?”The sizzle receded to a tingle. “You’re in the ballpark.”“I’m not just in the ballpark, babe. I’m Josh Beckett on the mound at Fenway. If I don’t give you what you need, you’re hiding behind palm trees waiting for drunk pop stars to pop out of their Wonderbras.”And that pretty much killed the last of the lingering tingle. “Payback’s a bitch and all that, right, Joe?”The dimples flashed. “Isn’t it?”