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. But Dixon? Wow, that man does not like me.

“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.”

“You’re gonna be a pain in my ass, aren’t you?” I raise my brows. “I think you’re supposed to be the pain in my ass,” I note, “but I’m happy to switch if you want.” I waggle my eyebrows for emphasis. Dixon gives me a look. “I don’t bottom.” “Right,” I say slowly, nodding my head. “Makes sense. No room up there with that stick firmly lodged in place.”

Something about having a dick in front of me, standing at attention because of me, hard and leaking and just waiting for my touch, is heady. Intoxicating, really. It makes me feel powerful. Masculine and sexy. Wanted.

“Stop trying to talk me out of dating you. It’s happening. And for the record, I don’t think you should sell yourself so short. 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.”