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I busy myself with making a plate of food, grabbing a poppy seed bagel and some fruit. But as I’m setting down the knife for the cream cheese, I hear a gentle, “Hey.”

My inhale is small, and I turn, coming face to face with none other than Vixen himself. He gives me a tiny smile that has my heart trying to leap into my throat, so I clear it, clumsily holding out my hand.

“Um, hi. I’m Emil.”

Vixen’s hand is warm against my own. Soft, apart from the calluses on his fingertips. “Emil,” he says, rolling over my name slowly. He releases my palm. “I’m Christian.”

“Right. Um, hi.”

Shit. I said that already.

Vixen—Christian—simply smiles. “It’s really good to meet you, Specs.”

My brain skitters to a halt.

The world tilts just a little.

Everything goes deathly quiet.

And then Christian adds, “Officially, I mean.”

Christian.

C.

Specs.

I pull in a breath, my heart kicking a big thump inside my chest as sound returns around us in a rush, the chatter of my coworkers like the buzzing of bees. I don’t believe in coincidences that big. There’s only one logical conclusion to be made here, but it’s one I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around because the reality of it is so far from what I expected, it doesn’t seem possible.

This gorgeous man looking at me with the dark eyes and the soft smile…

He’s my voyeur.

Holy. Freaking. Hell.

Chapter 4

Christian

Specs looks freaked out, his big eyes blinking at me in slow repetition.

No, not just Specs, I remind myself. Emil. My kinky neighbor finally has a name.

I can’t blame him for being spooked when I was equally as shocked to walk into this studio and find him staring back at me. I suppose, in a ridiculously roundabout way, it makes perfect sense. Emil clearly gets off on being watched, so him working in porn fits. I just didn’t expect it.

Nor did I think this is how we’d finally meet.

“You…” Emil manages after a moment, his question evident in the half-formed sentence.

“Me,” I confirm gently.

He shakes his head a little, and my gut sinks. Is he…upset? Before I have a chance to ask, someone steps up next to us.

“Hey!” the newcomer says. “I’m Tanner.”

“Oh,” I say. “Noel’s cousin.”

He nods, offering his hand to shake. “Yep, that’s me.”

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