“What the actual fuck?” Molly cries really loud.
“Shh,” I whisper as I look at the people around us. “Keep your voice down.”
“Are you serious?” she whispers.
“I said no.”
“What?” Aaron cries this time.
“Keep. Your. Voice. Down,” I demand. “I can’t go out with him. I have a boyfriend.”
“Your boyfriend’s a dick. You even said so yourself,” Molly stammers.
“I know, but I’m not wired like that. I would never cheat on somebody.”
Aaron shakes his head. “Jameson Miles could wire me any way he wanted to.”
“Right?” Molly agrees. “What happened today?”
“He marched me up to his office and accused me of getting hit on in my working time.”
Their mouths fall open in horror.
“And . . .” I pause. I probably shouldn’t tell them we are being watched. I’ll keep that one to myself. I dig out his card from my wallet and slide it across the table, and Molly picks it up and stares at it. “Even his name is hot.” She reads the card out loud. “Jameson Miles. Miles Media. 212-639-8999.”
“I told him he couldn’t have everything he wanted, and he said he does, and then he licked my neck,” I blurt out.
“He licked your neck?” Aaron shrieks. “Oh Lord have mercy.” He picks up the menu and begins to fan his face. “Please tell me you’re going out with him tonight.”
“No.” I shrug. “I can’t, and besides, it’s the fastest way I know how to get fired.”
“No job is that good,” Aaron snaps. “I wouldn’t turn him down to be the fucking president.”
We all giggle, and then my phone vibrates across the table.
“Oh . . . my fucking God,” Molly whispers as she stares at my phone. “It’s him.”
“What?” I stammer as I look down at the number lighting up the screen.
She holds up the business card in her hands, and we compare them.
“The number calling you is fucking him.”
My eyes widen. Holy shit.
Chapter 5
“Answer it, answer it,” Aaron cries.
“What do I do?” I flap my arms around in a panic.
“Holy fuck. Answer it,” Molly demands as she picks it up.
“Don’t answer it,” I stammer as I try to grab it from her hands. She holds it in the air and waves it around.
“Answer it, woman,” she demands.
I snatch it from her and stare at it while it buzzes. “I’m not going to answer it.”