“Oh God, will you dump him already?” Molly huffs with an eye roll. “I swear he’s seeing someone else on the side, and besides, he’s nowhere near hot enough for you.”
The front door of the building is opened by a man in a black suit, and the three of us turn. Jameson Miles walks out with another man. The two of them are deep in conversation and oblivious to anyone else.
“Who’s that with him?” I whisper.
“That’s one of his brothers, Tristan Miles. He’s in charge of global acquisitions,” Aaron whispers as his eyes stay glued to them. “I swear to God, these men are so fucking hot it’s unbearable.”
They have this charismatic air about them, their stances the epitome of power.
Everyone around them stops and stares.
Fitted expensive suits, handsome as all hell, cultured, and wealthy.
I swallow the lump in my throat as I watch in silence.
In slow motion, they walk out and get into the back of the waiting black limousine. The driver shuts the door behind them, and we watch as it drives away.
I turn to my new friends. “I really need to talk to somebody.”
“About what?” Aaron frowns.
“Can you two keep a secret?” I whisper.
They exchange looks. “Yeah, of course we can.”
“Let’s get to the bar.” I sigh as I link my arms through theirs and begin to drag them to cross the road. “You’re not going to believe what I have to tell you.”
Molly arrives with our drinks on a tray and drops into her seat. “So go. Did he give you a warning letter?”
I sip my margarita. “Hmm, this is good.” I frown as I inspect the icy yellow fluid.
Aaron sips his. “Ew, I hate this bartender.” He winces.
“Will you stop whining?” Molly snaps. “It’s like hanging out with my fucking kids.”
“This drink is too strong,” he chokes. “I notice you didn’t get one.”
Molly’s attention comes back to me. “Anyway, what’s this secret?”
I stare at them. God, I don’t even know if I should be saying anything to anyone, but I need someone to talk to.
“Promise me you won’t say anything to anyone. Not even Ava,” I ask.
“Yes.” They both roll their eyes.
“Okay,” I continue. “You know how I told you I have been trying to get a job at Miles Media for over three years?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, just over twelve months ago I went to a wedding in London, and I was flying directly back to New York for an interview here.”
Aaron frowns as he concentrates on my story.
“At the airport in London, this fruitcake man behind me in the line was having some kind of episode and started throwing my bag around.”
They both stare at me, confused.
“Anyway, the security guard ushered me to the check-in counter and told the guy to look after me. I was given an upgrade to first class.”
“How cool.” Aaron smiles and raises his drink happily.
I brace myself for the next part of the story. “I was seated next to this man, and we began drinking champagne and . . .” I shrug. “The more we drank, the more inappropriate we got, and we began talking about our sex lives.”
“Did you get kicked off the plane?” Aaron says, with wide eyes.
“No.” I sip my drink. “Could have easily, though.”
Aaron puts his hand to his chest in relief.
“Then there was a blizzard in New York, and we had to fly on to Boston for an overnight layover. This guy was like . . . ridiculously hot.” I smile as I remember him. “He was so not my type, and I wasn’t his, but somehow we ended up fucking like rabbits all night long. It was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
“I love this story.” Molly smiles. “Go you.”
“I never saw him again.”
Her face falls. “He didn’t call?”
“He never asked for my number.”
“Ouch.” Aaron winces.
“I know; so you can imagine my horror when I saw him at work this week.”
“What?” they both gasp.
“Oh my God, it’s fucking Ricardo, isn’t it?” Aaron frowns as he takes a big mouthful of his drink. “I can’t handle this story. Please don’t tell me you fucked him, and he gave you an STD. I won’t be able to cope.”
“It was Jameson Miles.”
Molly’s eyes nearly bulge from her head. “What?”