“You wouldn’t talk to him—you’d stick a ball gag in and f**k him stupid,” Ava says as she watches him. “I bet he’s hung like a horse,” she whispers.
We all burst out laughing. “What are you doing this weekend?” I ask Ava.
“She’ll be chasing rich boys,” Aaron says.
“Damn right.”
My eyes flick to her. “What does that even mean?” “I hang out at clubs where the men have money.” “Why?” I frown.
“I am not ending up with a broke loser.”
My mouth falls open in horror. “So . . . you would marry a guy just for money?”
“No.” She shrugs. “Maybe.” She looks up. “Oh no, here he comes,” she whispers.
Ricardo comes over and sits on the corner of my desk. The floor manager has gone home for the day, so he’s not even bothering to pretend to work anymore.
“Hey there.” He smiles.
“Hi,” I reply flatl
