Molly arrives and puts her bag onto the desk with a bang. “Anybody want a kid?”
I giggle. “What now?”
“Ugh.” She flops into her chair. “So you know how Brad got caught messaging that girl. I took his phone from him because his father wouldn’t do it,” she snaps.
“Yeah.”
“Well, he was angry, but he wasn’t that pissed off, you know?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, he wasn’t hassling me for his phone back all the time like normal, and he wanted to go to bed really early last night.”
I frown as I listen.
“I felt like something was off, so I checked the hiding spot to see if his phone was still there, and it was. Then I had this strange thought to check the SIM.”
Aaron chuckles, already knowing where this story is going.
“The little shit had taken the SIM out and put it into an old phone.”
“Oh, crap.”
“I barge into his bedroom, and sure enough, he is on his phone, and it is hidden under the covers. I snatch it off him and lock myself in the bathroom while I go through it. He’s banging the door down, so I know there is something on there that he doesn’t want me to see.”
My eyes widen as I listen.
“Get this,” she sneers. “Pure little Chanel has been sending him nudes too.”
I frown.
“This fifteen-year-old little girl is built like a fucking Penthouse Pet.”
We chuckle.
“Oh, it gets worse,” she continues. “While I’m looking through his phone, a new message comes through from her.”
“What was it?”
“I got a Brazilian like you wanted. You like?”
My mouth falls open.
“Can you believe that message?”
Unable to help it, I burst out laughing.
“I would find this funny, too, if it weren’t my child,” she whispers as she sits down at her desk.
“Then Brad had a complete meltdown and told me that if I call Chanel’s parents, I’m effectively committing social suicide for him as his whole reputation will be ruined and that he’s never going to school again.” She hits her computer keyboard with a hard bang.
“That’s true,” Aaron replies. “You can’t call her mother.”
“So it’s all right for her to call me, but I can’t call her?” she stammers.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I probably wouldn’t call her mother either.”
“Well, what would you do?” she asks.
“I’d buy him a box of condoms, that’s what I’d do.”
She stares at me, wide eyed.
“Because imagine if he got her pregnant,” I add.
“Oh my God.” She drags her hand down her face. “I can’t deal with boys. They are so stupid.”
“The amount of testosterone in a male teenager is ridiculous,” Aaron replies casually. “I was jerking off four times a day when I was fifteen.”
Molly and I wince.
“Four times a day?” I stammer.
“Don’t girls do that?” He frowns in surprise.
“No,” we both gasp.
“Men are gross.” I fake a shiver in disgust.
The phone on my desk rings. “Hello,” I answer.
“Hello, Emily, this is Sammia, Mr. Miles’s PA.”
What does she want? “Hi.”
“Mr. Miles asked me to let you know that you have a meeting in his office in an hour.”
“I’m very busy today. Can you tell Mr. Miles that, unfortunately, I won’t be able to make it?”
“He told me that your attendance is mandatory, and he’s already spoken to your manager to get clearance.”
I roll my eyes. Stupid twat. “Fine. I’ll be there. Thank you.”
Knock, knock. I tentatively knock on Jameson’s door.
“Come in,” his strong voice calls.
My stomach flips with nerves, and I open the door. Jameson sits alone at his desk. His eyes rise to meet mine.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Yes, please take a seat.”
I drop to the chair as I clasp my hands together with white-knuckle force.
His eyes hold mine. “How are you?”
“Good, thanks.” I drop my eyes to the desk. I’m not looking at those beautiful blue eyes. He’s like the snake from The Jungle Book—one look in those hypnotic suckers, and your panties drop to the floor.
“Look at me, please,” he commands.
“What do you want, Jameson?” I snap. “I don’t have time for your games.”