Dix (Elite 8 Studios, #1)

by Emmy Sanders

Do you believe in hate at first sight? Neither did I, until Niko fucking Adamos strides into Studio 1 like he owns the goddamn place.

I’m not used to people disliking me. Everyone likes me. I’m a likable guy. I smile a lot. I listen. I care.

“What’s he like?” she asks, dishing food onto her plate. I think about it. Hot is the first word that comes to mind. He’s tall, a bit taller than my six-foot frame. Beautiful, Black, muscles for days, thighs the size of tree trunks, sharp brown eyes. “Grumpy,” I answer instead. “Seems like a bit of a dick.” Cass raises an eyebrow, looking at me knowingly. “So you’re attracted to him?” I groan. “Maybe a smidge.”

How are we possibly supposed to develop chemistry and sell these boyfriend videos if my costar can’t even stand to be around me? “This is going to be a disaster.”

You certainly knew how to act like a good boyfriend during our scenes, not that I need you to act with me. I want Dixon, not Dix.” There’s a pause, and then quietly, Dixon says, “I don’t think I was ever acting with you, Niki.” My heart just about stops.

“You are grumpy, but I like it. I like all the pieces of you, Dixon, and I call you ‘my grump’ because you are. It’s not an insult. It’s a compliment. And I want you to know I accept you. Just as you are.”

“Is there anything you want me to save just for you?” “You already do,” he says, tracing the corner of my eyelid with his finger. “That look in your eye. That’s just for me.” My breath hitches. This man. Shaking my head, I push Dixon onto his back. “You sweet talker, you. New plan.” I inch lower. “I’m going to take you apart with my mouth and my fingers because I am dying to become acquainted with your prostate and hear you scream my name.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Ever.” “Is that your way of telling me you’re my happy ending?” he asks, voice wistful and tender. I smile against his skin. “No, griniári mou. This is only our beginning.”