I raise my eyebrows.
“How so?”
Ronald giggles and turns faintly pink then.
“Using sex, my man. Imagine a nude photo shoot with lots of beautiful girls. We use the drink cans to cover the girls’ sensitive areas so that we can still get a big billboard in Times Square, but only hide the minimum. Imagine it: tourists stopping to gasp and stare when they see G-Raw Energy Drinks served by a beautiful woman in the flesh. She’s in the raw. Get it? G-Raw, in the raw. What a slogan!” he cackles to himself.
Rolling my eyes isn’t something I do, but the urge right now is strong. Instead, I clamp my jaw and look Ronald right in his eyes, wanting to make sure he fully understands the meaning behind my words.
“Thanks. I’ll take your suggestion into consideration.”
He stops giggling for a minute to stare.
“But hey, it’s my idea!” he whines. “Don’t take credit for something that I thought up! I figured sharing with you was okay since you’re the boss and all, but don’t go around stealing my hard-earned work!”
I can hardly believe that this child works for Ligne, but I merely smile tightly.
“Got it. In fact, be sure to share this idea with your supervisor,” I amend. “I want everyone to know who originated the concept.”
With that, Ronald sits back happily with a satisfied smile on his face.
“Oh, I will. I just wanted to share it with you first because my supervisor’s a woman. You know how sensitive they can be. You say one wrong thing, and bam! You’re out on the street. But I know you get it because there are so many sexy women at Ligne, and you must have had a hand in hiring them. In fact, it’s one of my favorite things about this agency: my hot female co-workers.”
I want to punch him in the face, but merely smile tightly.
“Oh really?” I say in a polite tone. “And do you have a co-worker you’re close to?”
Ronald smirks and nods.
“I do indeed. I’m dating one of them in fact, and whoo-wee! She’s on the bigger side, so she’s not exactly Grade A Prime Rib, if you know what I mean. But this girly knows some tricks in the sack that can make your balls explode. Her name is Leslie Field? Maybe you’ve heard of her.”
I do know who Leslie Field is, but my expression remains neutral. If it’s the Leslie I’m thinking of, then indeed, she’s a gorgeous girl with a good head on her shoulders and a nice round rump outlined in her pencil skirt.
But Ronald doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone before practically shoving the screen in my face.
“See?” he giggles. “Les is big, but it’s not so bad. There are definitely some benefits to dating a woman with Double Ds.”
The air in my lungs evaporates as I look at the screen because these aren’t some random candids that Ronald and his girlfriend took on vacation. Instead, these are nude photos of the beautiful woman, and she looks fucking hot. In the current image, she sits facing the camera with a shy smile on her face and her knees up and spread. I can see those big breasts dangling, and the narrow curve of her waist before reaching the gleaming slit between her thighs. Holy shit. Does she know that her boyfriend shares her photos with random people? And not just any random person, but her boss’s boss’s boss?
I look away from his phone and ask casually, “Does your girlfriend let you show her off to other men?”
Ronald laughs and rolls his eyes. “Of course not. She has no idea because we just took these last night. But she’s my girlfriend, so it’s fine. She’ll be fine. Leslie’s hot, right?”
The way he sniggers after the statement makes my skin crawl. I need to have a talk with HR because this douchebag obviously needs to be fired. He’s probably already violated ten company policies, although that hardly matters. I just don’t like him, and that’s enough for a dismissal.
But I’ll leave that to HR because there’s no need to cause a scene in my office. For now, I just need to get this chump out of my presence.
“Thanks so much,” I say casually while standing and striding to the door. “I’ll take your suggestions into account.”
Ronald pops out of his chair, smiling eagerly.
“Oh, sure,” he babbles. “We’re both busy men, so I totally get it. Just make sure you don’t forget to staff me on that G-Raw campaign. Again, the current team is wasting your time and the client’s money. But I’ll rock it and knock their socks off.” He holds his fist out horizontally again, and again, I ignore his proffer. Instead, I stride to the heavy oak door and open it for him.