"Hey, bucko." Tessa walked toward my desk, probably coming from the break room. "We have a job to do tomorrow."
"What kinda job?" I asked, looking up at her. "Is it about Project Phoenix?"
"Nope. Emma asked for a 'willing participant' for the video she's making for her customer." She leaned against the edge of my desk, looking completely casual about it. "You and I are going to fuck, and you'll cum on her toes."
Fuck that.
"No."
Recording me was one thing. I could deal with that. But I couldn't possibly have Emma record Tessa like that. This shit was supposed to be private. We weren't some kind of animals in an enclosed zoo, dancing around and eating bananas every time some passerby threw one at us. Plus, I couldn't allow Tessa to be naked on camera for other men to see.
"Look, I always try to be a modern guy, okay?" I said, standing up and facing her. "I'm not a caveman or old-fashioned."
"Okay?" Tessa raised an eyebrow.
