Sinful Deception (Covert Affairs Book 3) by Skye Jordan Page A
Authors: Skye Jordan
Tags: General Fiction
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TOVA: I’ve been thinking, actually.
MARCUS: About?
TOVA: About what you said… And about you. You made a lot of sense on things I hadn’t considered. And after thinking about everything, I decided to take your advice.
He stopped chewing, his mind darting back to their conversation, trying to recall exactly what advice he’d given her.
MARCUS: I’ve been thinking about you too. Which advice?
TOVA: About safety, privacy, and the future. And I’m considering another option. The company that owns the sexcam site also owns other sex trade franchises, such as phone sex, lingerie, sex toys, etc.
MARCUS: Good business sense, I suppose.
TOVA: So, I’m going to try their phone sex branch.
MARCUS: Hmmm, what does one say to that news? Congratulations? Sign me up?
TOVA: LOL. And when I explained my sexcam reservations to my friend who turned me on to the sexcam biz, she told me about prerecorded videos. After brainstorming, we decided I’d try putting together some pole-dancing videos in costume, so it’s übersexy, available 24/7, and my identity is preserved.
The image of Tova in a dominatrix suit, complete with thigh-high four-inch heels humping a silver pole flashed in Marcus’s brain, and fire seared every nerve in his body. A piece of apple went down the wrong way, and he choked. He lowered the phone and coughed until the apple dislodged. With his eyes watering, throat raw, he turned the phone over and read her new message.
TOVA: Uh-oh. Did I lose you at pole dancing or costumes?
MARCUS: Sorry, I was choking on my tongue. Damn thing is always in my way. You have my permission to add me to any autobuy list that includes the combination of the words: you, dancing, and costume.
TOVA: So…decent alternative?
Marcus chucked the uneaten portion of his apple into the brush and wiped his hand on his pants, his head tipped in consideration, a warm spot opening in his chest.
MARCUS: Honey, it’s your life. I’m not judging you. I just want you safe.
TOVA: I know. That’s why I’m asking.
He sighed.
MARCUS: Are you always this trusting? You make me a little nervous. I could be anyone.
TOVA: I’m not trained, but I’m a good judge of character too. And I have an ounce or two of common sense myself.
MARCUS: In that case, if you really need the money fast, if the job, hours, and pay work for you, if you’re safe, healthy, and happy, then, yeah, I think it’s a decent alternative.
TOVA: Great. Want to give me some male opinions on costumes? I’m at the Playhouse Flirt store now.
Marcus laughed loud and deep.
MARCUS: Tough job, but I think I’m up to the task.
“I haven’t heard you laugh like that in months.” Trigger came through the brush he’d been searching and sat next to Marcus, pulling out his own lunch box and rummaging through. “Who are you talking to?”
Marcus muttered a nonreply just as he received a text from Tova.
TOVA: Cat woman or devil?
MARCUS: Mmmm, Cat woman.
“Did you find the bag?” Marcus asked.
“No.” Trigger leaned over Marcus’s shoulder. “Who’s Tova? You got a chick I don’t know about? Since when?”
Marcus lowered the phone from view. “Back off, dude.”
Trigger pulled out a bag of cashews and started tossing a handful into his mouth. “Who is she?”
“Just that girl I talked to online the other night. I told you about her.”
“You said it didn’t work out.”
“It didn’t,” Marcus said, “for the sexcam thing, anyway. And it’s been four days. I didn’t think I’d hear from her.”
TOVA: Cowgirl or Race Car Driver?
MARCUS: Cowgirl, definitely.
Trigger’s eyes narrowed. “She charging you for these texts?”
Marcus grinned at his phone. “No, but I wouldn’t fucking care.”
“Christ.” Trigger rolled his head away. “ D on’t go and do something stupid, like fall for her. You know these chicks just lead you on for
TOVA: I’ve been thinking, actually.
MARCUS: About?
TOVA: About what you said… And about you. You made a lot of sense on things I hadn’t considered. And after thinking about everything, I decided to take your advice.
He stopped chewing, his mind darting back to their conversation, trying to recall exactly what advice he’d given her.
MARCUS: I’ve been thinking about you too. Which advice?
TOVA: About safety, privacy, and the future. And I’m considering another option. The company that owns the sexcam site also owns other sex trade franchises, such as phone sex, lingerie, sex toys, etc.
MARCUS: Good business sense, I suppose.
TOVA: So, I’m going to try their phone sex branch.
MARCUS: Hmmm, what does one say to that news? Congratulations? Sign me up?
TOVA: LOL. And when I explained my sexcam reservations to my friend who turned me on to the sexcam biz, she told me about prerecorded videos. After brainstorming, we decided I’d try putting together some pole-dancing videos in costume, so it’s übersexy, available 24/7, and my identity is preserved.
The image of Tova in a dominatrix suit, complete with thigh-high four-inch heels humping a silver pole flashed in Marcus’s brain, and fire seared every nerve in his body. A piece of apple went down the wrong way, and he choked. He lowered the phone and coughed until the apple dislodged. With his eyes watering, throat raw, he turned the phone over and read her new message.
TOVA: Uh-oh. Did I lose you at pole dancing or costumes?
MARCUS: Sorry, I was choking on my tongue. Damn thing is always in my way. You have my permission to add me to any autobuy list that includes the combination of the words: you, dancing, and costume.
TOVA: So…decent alternative?
Marcus chucked the uneaten portion of his apple into the brush and wiped his hand on his pants, his head tipped in consideration, a warm spot opening in his chest.
MARCUS: Honey, it’s your life. I’m not judging you. I just want you safe.
TOVA: I know. That’s why I’m asking.
He sighed.
MARCUS: Are you always this trusting? You make me a little nervous. I could be anyone.
TOVA: I’m not trained, but I’m a good judge of character too. And I have an ounce or two of common sense myself.
MARCUS: In that case, if you really need the money fast, if the job, hours, and pay work for you, if you’re safe, healthy, and happy, then, yeah, I think it’s a decent alternative.
TOVA: Great. Want to give me some male opinions on costumes? I’m at the Playhouse Flirt store now.
Marcus laughed loud and deep.
MARCUS: Tough job, but I think I’m up to the task.
“I haven’t heard you laugh like that in months.” Trigger came through the brush he’d been searching and sat next to Marcus, pulling out his own lunch box and rummaging through. “Who are you talking to?”
Marcus muttered a nonreply just as he received a text from Tova.
TOVA: Cat woman or devil?
MARCUS: Mmmm, Cat woman.
“Did you find the bag?” Marcus asked.
“No.” Trigger leaned over Marcus’s shoulder. “Who’s Tova? You got a chick I don’t know about? Since when?”
Marcus lowered the phone from view. “Back off, dude.”
Trigger pulled out a bag of cashews and started tossing a handful into his mouth. “Who is she?”
“Just that girl I talked to online the other night. I told you about her.”
“You said it didn’t work out.”
“It didn’t,” Marcus said, “for the sexcam thing, anyway. And it’s been four days. I didn’t think I’d hear from her.”
TOVA: Cowgirl or Race Car Driver?
MARCUS: Cowgirl, definitely.
Trigger’s eyes narrowed. “She charging you for these texts?”
Marcus grinned at his phone. “No, but I wouldn’t fucking care.”
“Christ.” Trigger rolled his head away. “ D on’t go and do something stupid, like fall for her. You know these chicks just lead you on for
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