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I feel my cheeks heated with embarrassment as though I have been caught in the act, even though I know it isn’t possible for her to know I was watching her.

“Darya,” I say, feeling tensely turned on.

“Stef, did you leave for work already?” She was doing that while she thought I was still somewhere in the same house? Fuck, that's hot.

“You, uh, thought I was still in the house?”

“I wasn’t sure. But I actually need you to come home, please. It’s a bit of an emergency.”

“What emergency?”

“Please, I need you to come home.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

If she needs me, I will be there, no matter what.

I don’t know what is going on, but either way, I can’t sit here at my desk with a massive boner that I know is only going to get worse the more I think about what I just saw.

I rush into the house, feeling flustered in more ways than one, but also worried about her.

“Darya?” I call out and then jump because she is standing right near the front door.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on?” I ask hurriedly.

“Did you enjoy the show?” she grins with such a sly look on her face, her arms folded across her chest, as she stares me down.

What the fuck?

I clear my throat, trying to hide the fact that my cheeks are heating up.

“What show? What are you talking about?” But I think I look so painfully caught that she knows just by looking at me.

“The show I gave you this morning,” she says calmly.

She definitely knows I was watching her.

So she did all of that—for me.

I clear my throat again and shift my weight from one leg to the other. How should I handle this? I could deny it, but I think it's pointless.

“I, um, rather did enjoy the show,” I say tensely.

She steps closer to me and gently runs her fingers over my chest as she looks up at me with her bright blue dreamy eyes. I feel myself sinking into her.

“Don’t you think that instead of watching me on a camera, you would rather get to know me better by actually spending time with me in person?”

I nod, captivated by her.

“Stef?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

I clear my throat for what feels like the hundredth time. Shit, this girl drives me crazy.

“Yes, I should spend more time with you in person instead.”

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