“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 f*****g 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 f****d 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?”
“Are you f*****g kidding me?” Aaron gasps and accidentally snorts his drink up his nose and has a coughing fit.
They both stare at me, wide eyed.
“When I went to his office on the tour, he asked to be left alone with me.”
Molly shakes her head. “Is this real?” I nod.
“I have no words for this story,” she whispers.
“I do—oh my f*****g God.” Aaron hits her on the arm in excitement. “What happened?”
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