Page 8 of Interning For A Billionaire

But after a while, when we stop laughing, I say, “I could go to the HR boss and make a complaint, I guess, accuse him of harassment or something. But how will I prove it’s him?”

“No, no,” Ty says. “That is not the way to deal with this.”

“I agree,” says Julius. “You have to fight fire with fire. Or penis with penis,” him and Ramón start giggling again.

“I’m not sending him naked pictures of myself again,” I say firmly.

“Either you fight him, or you step back, or you quit,” says Ty. “Those are your options. But sounds like this guy won’t let you ignore him, right? He’s seeing this as some kind of game, except, he keeps winning. So, I say, you play smart, I mean, you want this job, right?”

I nod even though I’m not really sure of anything.

Ty grins at me, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I’ve got an idea.”

“Oh? I’m definitely open to ideas.”

“Guys like that don’t back down,” Ramón says. “He’s obviously into you, or into the whole thing of embarrassing you at work. What a dick!” They all start laughing again.

“Even so,” Ty says. “You can call his bluff.”

“How?”

“Send him an email, but don’t get too specific. Say you want him to come with you to a therapist for a counseling session. Say your therapist said it would be good to talk things through. Tell him, you think with plenty of talk therapy you are sure you can work through this whole misunderstanding and arrive at a good and healthy working relationship.”

“Oh, that’s brilliant!” Julius claps his hands delightedly.

“I don’t know,” I say uncertainly.

Ramón leans forward. “There is nothing straight guys fear more than having to talk about things with therapists and girls they want to see naked. Talking is the biggest turn off ever! He will instantly lose interest in you, guaranteed!”

“Also,” Ty adds, “The fact that you are in therapy will suggest to him that you have problems, mental issues and that will be another turn off. Guys like that want sexy and sane. Not nutjobs in therapy.

I look at him doubtfully, but the boys seem very sure that this plan will work. Also, I don’t exactly have a Plan B.

“I left that file with the photograph on my desk,” I told them. “My boss came around and picked it up. She was about to open it.”

“No!” Ramón screamed, covering his eyes with his hands as if he were watching a horror movie.

“I snatched it from her hands before she could open it, but I could see she thought I was crazy. I had to come up with some weird story about my medical plan that needed adding or something.”

“This will sort it out, you’ll see,” Ty said. “Give it a shot.”

Julius and Ramón nodded their heads.

“Why don’t you sleep here on the couch tonight,” Ty said. “I’ll help you with the key tomorrow. Brianna won’t say no to me, she owes me. She borrowed money from me last month and still hasn’t paid me back.”

“Thanks Ty,” I said, giving him a hug. “If there is ever anything I can do for you, just say the word.”

“Actually….” He said, smiling naughtily at me.

“Do you still have that dick pic?” he lifted his eyebrows.

“Yes! Yes! Show it to us!” Ramón called from his room, having overheard us.

“No! You guys! I tore it up, of course!” I say, laughing.

“Too bad,” Ty pushes his bottom lip out, in a pretend sulk.

“I do like a good dick pic. I’m guessing, it was a good one?”

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