Page 16 of Felix

But Emil shakes his head. “No. You didn’t, uh…wreck anything. I’m not upset. I just, uh… I never thought… Shit.”

His cheeks start to redden, and I cock my head.

“I just…” He cuts off again, fidgeting with his glasses.

It sinks in. Slowly.

“Are you…shy?” I ask in awe.

He blushes harder.

“Oh my God. Specs,” I nearly whisper, unable to stop my grin. “I’ve seen you butt-ass naked with four fingers up your ass, and you never once had your hands in front of your eyes like you do now. What are you doing?”

He groans, but there’s a smile on his face that has me huffing a laugh.

“Are you seriously hiding from me?”

“I can’t help it,” he says, literally peeking through his fingers. “I’m so embarrassed.”

My smile slips. “Emil, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable. We don’t have to talk about…that.”

His hands drop, leaving his glasses crooked over his perplexed expression. “I… I’m not embarrassed by that. Or mad, I promise. I just… I never expected you to be…” He waves a hand up and down in front of me before finishing with, “You.”

“And…is that a good discovery or a bad one?” I check.

His eyes slip down to my skirt before trailing back up to my face. “Please don’t make me answer that.”

Oh.

My insides ping, but Emil glances quickly away again, and, since the last thing I want to do is embarrass him further, I offer a change of topic. “Would you show me around the studio?”

“Me?” he asks.

“Yeah, you,” I answer, chuckling. “Is there someone else I’m staring at?”

He pulls in a sharp breath, and, ah, damn it. There’s that blush again. I hold back a groan. Specs might very well be the end of me.

“I can do that,” he finally says.

“Lead the way.”

I trail after Emil as he heads out of Studio 1, many of our coworkers still inside enjoying the brunch buffet. The hall is quiet, and Emil glances over at me as we walk.

“You probably went down that way,” he says, pointing down the hall where I met with Jerome and Nathaniel. “Those are offices and private rooms that we use for some of our solo videos.”

“Do you do a lot of solo stuff?”

He shakes his head. “Not me personally, but some of the guys do toy promos or jerk-off type videos.”

He says it so casually, as if talking about sex is far easier for him than whatever it was making him blush a moment ago.

At the next hall, he says, “There’s our gym. It’s not huge, but it has some decent equipment from what I’ve heard. I don’t use it.”

I hum, and he leads us on.

“Cosmetology, storage room for props, and here’s our break room,” he says, motioning toward each. He stops at the break room, pushing the door open, and I peek inside. “It’s always stocked with snacks and drinks. You’re welcome to any of it.”

“That’s really considerate.”

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