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came on, and she lifted her arms overhead, circling her hips to the beat, slowly turning to face the camera again. With the remote in her hand, she panned the camera farther out, showing herself from the top of her dark head to the tips of her pink toes.
    The corner of a bulletin board came into view, tempting his eye, but he couldn’t drag his gaze away from her body.
    With her hands on her thighs, she slid them to her knees, bending forward, exposing that sweet cleavage Marcus wanted to bury his face in. There was definitely something to this webcam thing, because he was having a hard time not stroking himself, even though he didn’t really want to.
    “Can I kneel between your legs, Marcus?” she asked, her voice soft, husky. “Spread them for me. Imagine me there.” She ran her tongue over her lower lip, followed by her teeth. His fingers tightened around his cock, and as if she were with him, her eyes closed briefly, a look of pleasure on her face. Then she licked her lips again and murmured, “Can I suck you, Marcus?”
    His cock jerked beneath his hand, and Marcus gritted his teeth, returned pressure until the need eased, and pulled his hand from between his legs. “Holy fuck…” he breathed. “I wish…”
    She smiled, straightened, slid her hands up her body again, stroking her breasts. “Talk to me. You’ve got the sexiest voice.”
    She slid one knee onto her bed and let it ease out to the side until she was doing a modified version of the splits. She angled the camera, giving Marcus a full, glorious view of her open thighs—and that bulletin board. His gaze pulled to a piece of paper at the bottom left corner, then the logo at the top of the paper—a silver camera film reel with wings and the words “Studio Diner” and “Servers Schedule.”
    His brain held.
    Focused.
    That diner was ten miles from his house.
    Unease burned through his stomach. He sat forward. “Tandi.”
    His gaze slid back to her. She was stroking her hands down her beautiful body, face flushed, lids heavy .
    “Yes, Marcus.”
    “Can you…um… I’m sorry. Can you stop so we can talk for a minute?”
    She gracefully lifted out of her split and rolled onto her bed. Lying on her stomach, facing the camera, her cleavage deep and lush and, good God… He wanted to lick every glorious inch of her. She bent her knees and crossed her pretty little feet over her back.
    With her chin propped on her palm, she smiled sweetly into the camera, but this time he thought she looked more like she wanted to fall into a pillow than get dirty. “I’d love to talk.”
    “Hey, honey,” he said, trying to make sure he had her attention. She hadn’t seemed drunk or high earlier, but now…he couldn’t tell. “This is important. Are you awake?”
    “Of course I’m awake. I’d never fall asleep on a hottie like you.”
    But then she dipped her head and fought a yawn. Relief eased the tight muscles along his neck. Tired was way better than drunk or drugged.
    “Okay, look,” he dove in, knowing he was going to totally screw whatever comfort they’d developed. Knowing she’d probably be bent after he said this. But it had to be said. “I know you’re new to this, and if you’re going to keep doing it, there are a few things you need to think about.”
    Her hand dropped away from her face, her smile faded into a serious expression, her gaze focused on the camera once again, and Marcus felt as if he were sitting in the room with her. “Look, I’m open to constructive criticism, but please don’t slam me. It’s been a long day.”
    “No, no, baby, you’re amazing. It’s not you.” He sipped a breath and pushed forward. “In my job, I’m trained to notice things. I’m trained to read people and situations. And I’ve seen enough in these twenty minutes with you to know way more than I should.”
    She pushed into a sitting position and curved her feet under her. Worry pulled her brow into a frown. Her pretty eyes widened a