Page 34 of Off Limits

“Bottles? Not glasses?” I asked, a little smirk curling the side of my mouth.

He laughed and put his computer on the tray table. “Yeah, I learned my lesson when it comes to water around electronics. Bottles or nothing from now on.”

“I’m okay. Should I change?” I glanced down at the black tee and gray sweats I had on. I’d assumed it was fine, considering Dex was in a white tee and those damn gray sweatpants that looked way too good on him, but now I wasn’t so sure.

“No, you look good.” He glanced up from where he was fiddling with the laptop. “Are you wearing your good undies?”

“Undies?” I arched my eyebrow at him.

“You know what I mean.” He shot me a flat look.

“Yes, I’m wearing my company undies.”

He snickered. “Are those like your Sunday best?”

“Yup. Did you put on your good undies?”

“Of course. I am, after all, a professional.” He stopped tinkering with the laptop screen angle and sat on the bed like he was making sure it was in the right place.

“All good?”

He pursed his lips. “I should have checked this sooner. The table is too tall, and the camera is angled down.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

“It is when you’re showing off your dick.” He stood and looked around his room. “An upward angle is best because it makes things look bigger, but straight on is fine too. Downward throws off perspective and makes your dick seem smaller, and it’ll make us look shorter.”

“I’m not sure I want to pop my cam cherry looking short and like I have a small dick.”

“Me either.” He went to his closet and rummaged around inside.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for something to put the laptop on,” he said, his voice a little muffled.

“We could move the desk, or is that too tall?”

“Too tall.” He closed the door to the closet. “It only works with my chair.”

“What about the end table in the living room? Would that work?”

He nodded. “I think so. I’ll go grab it.”

He disappeared through the door and came back with the table in his hands.

I stayed out of his way as he put it in front of his bed and set the laptop up. “I think it’s good.” He shot me a smile.

“Good.” I glanced around the room. “What about lighting?”

“I’ve got that covered.” He pulled the ring light off his desk and moved it so it was on the end table with the laptop, then plugged it in.

“This is so weird,” I muttered when he flicked on the light. It was bright enough that it illuminated the entire space but somehow wasn’t blinding.

“It takes some getting used to.” He crossed and then uncrossed his arms. “Are you ready? We’ve got about two minutes until it’s time to log in.”

“I’m ready.” I glanced at the bed again. “Should we…”

“Yeah.” He rubbed his hands on his sweats.

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