The first thing Evan heard that m was the sharp hiss of steam.

  His eyelids fluttered open, his body immediately reminding him of yesterday’s events. His back was sore. His legs felt heavy. His core? Destroyed.

  He groaned, rubbing his face before dragging himself out of bed. Dressed only in his boxers, he walked out into the open-pn kit, blinking against the soft m light filtering through the vil’s panoramidows.

  álvaro stood at the espresso mae, effortlessly frothing milk. His usual cocky smirk was absent—his focus was entirely on the coffee.

  álvaro didn’t look up. “I woke you up?”

  “Nah,” Evan muttered. “Just my back.”

  álvaro chuckled. “Get used to it, hermanito. You need all the protein you get to recover.” He tapped the side of his mug. “A tte like yesterday?”

  Evan exhaled. “Sure.”

  A moment ter, a steaming ded in front of him, along with breakfast.

  Scrambled eggs. A Spanish brand of pe topped with strawberries. Everything pted ly—almost like a hotel breakfast.

  Ohey finished, álvaro stretched, crag his neck. “Alright, now that you’re refueled and the caffei—” he shot Evan a look, “—let’s go for a quick jog.”

  Evan, mid-sip, nearly choked on his coffee. “What?”

  álvaro leaned on the ter. “You amina and cardio capacity for performance.”

  Evan blinked. “Yeah, but—I lift weights, I don’t run.”

  álvaro grinned. “Then it’s about time you start. e on. Six kilometres. Easy.”

  Evan exhaled sharply, his breath ragged. He had spent years learning about fiuning performangines—optimising meical systems, maximising efficy, ensuring everything ran at peak output.

  Now?

  The engine was his own body.

  ***

  The Bar air was cool, crisp, and tinged with the salty st of the sea.

  Evan followed álvarh the winding suburban streets, his lungs already protesting two kilometres in.

  He could deadlift almost twice his body weight. He could bench more than most guys at his gym.

  But running?

  Fug hell.

  álvaro, of course, wasn’t even breaking a sweat.

  “e on, hermano,” he called over his shoulder, barely out of breath. “We’re just getting started.”

  Evan muttered curses under his breath but kept moving.

  The path led them toward the coastline, where the city’s rhythm softened—narrow roads winding toward the early-m beach.

  The golden sand stretched long and uninterrupted, still untouched by the midday crowds. The Mediterranean shimmered uhe m sun, its deep blues shifting with the tide. A few early risers were scattered along the shore—some stretg, some walking their dogs.

  And then—

  A lone ban emerged from the sea.

  She strode out of the water with effortless grace, droplets ging to her deep brown skin, catg the sunlight in a way that made her look sculpted from bronze.

  Her short natural curls were damp, slicked back from her high cheekbones. Her long, toned legs carried her forward, powerful yet fluid, as if she beloo the water.

  She wore a sleek, one-piece rag swimsuit, the kind petitive swimmers wreen with red and golden ats running along the seams. The high-cut design atuated her strong hips, while the open-back structure framed the flex of her ts and shoulders as she walked.

  “I didn’t know she was here,” álvaro mused. “Sea swimming isn’t usually her thing.”

  Evan, still catg his breath, frowned. “Who’s that?”

  álvaro simply stretched, smirk widening.

  “I won’t tell you,” he said. “Yoing to find out.”

  Before Evan could press for more details, álvaro picked up the pace.

  “e on, we’re halfway.”

  Evan groaned but forced his legs to keep moving.

  ***

  After jogging home, sh, and ging, Evan and álvaro hopped into the car and headed to Fénix Roja Studios.

  The verted factory hummed with life again this m, the crew setting up lighting rigs and cheg cameras. álvaro led him through the halls, past open rooms where sets were being prepped, until they stepped into the lounge.

  A woman was waiting for them.

  The same ban from the beach. Up close, she was even more stunning.

  She was tall. Easily a few ialler than Evan, even without her heels.

  And her deep brown skin looked even richer uhe studio lights, her toned arms and long, powerful legs framed in sleek yet casual clothing.

  Her dark eyes flicked to Evan, curiosity sparking in them as she tilted her head.

  Evan filed that detail away, suddenly notig the way she carried herself—fluid, powerful, like someone who kly how to move effitly.

  “Did you swim in the sea this m?” Evan asked.

  She blinked. “Yeah?… How did you know?”

  Ah. So it was her.

  “álvaro and I went for a jog this m. We saw you there.”

  The woman smirked. “Jogging? Iing.” She crossed her arms, her toned shoulders shifting slightly. “I do admit I live in the same neighbourhood as álvaro. Usually, I train at the pool, but sometimes I go for a ge—like in the sea, for example.”

  álvaro, who had been watg the silent exge with a smirk, cpped a hand on Evan’s shoulder. “Hermano, meet Senait. She’s one of our best. Strong, beautiful, and trains harder than most of uys.”

  Senait crossed her arms, giving álvaro an unimpressed look. “That’s how you introduce me?”

  álvaro grinned. “Would you prefer ‘absolute mena the gym’ instead?”

  Senait scoffed before turnitention back to Evan, giving him a slow once-over.

  “So, you’re the new guy, Evan, huh?” Her voice was rid smooth, her at tinged with something different—Evan guessed Amharic, though he wasn’t sure.

  He rying not to sound awkward. “Yeah. That’s me.”

  Senait tilted her head, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “I saw your se with Isabel.”

  Evan tensed slightly. “Oh?”

  Senait leaned in just a fra. “You did better than I expected.”

  Evan exhaled, half-relieved, half-embarrassed. “I’ll take that as a pliment.”

  She chuckled, her dark eyes gleaming. “You should.”

  álvaro checked his watch. “Alright, lovebirds, save the flirting for the shoot. Let’s get started.”

  Senait smirked, giving Evan a slow once-over before turning on her heel.

  “See you o, rookie.”

  Wait.

  So she’s the shoot partner?

  ***

  The set was styled as a modern ft—a minimalist bedroom setup with soft golden lighting filtering through sheer curtains, casting warm shadows on the walls.

  The premise? A new neighbour stops by to say hello. Ohing leads to another.

  Senait was already in position, sitting on the edge of the bed in a silk robe, her legs crossed, her smooth thighs peeking through the slit in the fabric.

  She looked up at Evan, amusement flickering in her eyes.

  “You nervous, blondie?”

  Evan smirked. “A little.”

  She patted the bed beside her. “e o’s make it fun.”

  Evan exhaled as the cameras started rolling.

  “So,” she mused, tilting her head. “You’re the new neighbour?”

  Evan nodded, slipping into character. “Yeah. Thought I’d e introduce myself.”

  Senait smirked. “That’s very polite of you.” Her firaced a slow path along the edge of her robe, teasing at the fabric.

  “You always this nice?” she asked.

  Eva her gaze. “Depends on the neighbour.”

  Senait’s smirk widened.

  She leaned in. He leaned in.

  Then their lips met.

  Warm. Soft. Real.

  But wait.

  I lost my virginity yesterday… and this is my first kiss.

  The irony of the order of events smmed into Evan like a lorry.

  For a moment, he fot about the cameras. Fot about the studio. Fot about everything except the sensation of Senait’s lips moving against his.

  Slow. Deliberate. Deep.

  She tasted… here was depth to it, a faint trace of sea salt still adsorbed on her skin, somethihly and rich.

  “Good,” álvaro’s voice cut in. “Now, ease into it.”

  Senait made a small sound against his mouth, pleased, before her hands smoothed over his shoulders, pushing his shirt down.

  Their bodies pressed together, heat bloomiween them.

  Then she dropped to her knees.

  Evan barely had time to breathe before Senait’s fingers ed around his already hardening cock.

  She looked up at him through dark shes, smirking as she stroked him zily. “You get hard fast.”

  Evan didn’t know how to respond to that. This wasn’t in the script.

  And then her lips ed around him, aopped thinking altogether.

  Wet heat enveloped him as Senait took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down his length.

  Holy fuck.

  His fingers curled into the sheets as she worked him expertly, sug slow and deep, her cheeks hollowing as she set a steady rhythm.

  She pulled back just enough to fsh him a teasing look. “Tastes good.”

  Evan groaned.

  She returo her work, humming softly as she moved. The vibratio shivers up his spine.

  “Good,” álvaro’s voice directed. “Slow it down. Evan, now you take trol.”

  Right.

  Evan exhaled, regaining some focus. He reached down, guidi up before flipping their positions.

  Her smirk never wavered. “Your turn?”

  Evan nodded, l himself betweehighs.

  The st hit him first.

  Deep, musky, slightly sweet but with an underlying warmth that made his head spin.

  Different from Isabel. Richer. Stronger. More intoxig.

  He swallowed, recalling what he had learned from all those years of watg porn.

  He leaned in, his tongue flig out to tease her bia, trag slow circles around her clit.

  Senait shuddered, fingers curling into the sheets. “Fuot bad.”

  He licked slowly, sav the first taste of her, earning a sharp inhale from Senait as his tongue flicked over her clit.

  Salty. Sweet. Warm.

  Enced, he pressed deeper, his torag circles, his hands grippihighs as he devoured her.

  Senait moaned, her fiangling in his hair, her body arg as he worked her open.

  “Fuck… yeah, just like that…”

  “Alright,” álvaro’s voice rang out. “Let’s move into the position.”

  Evan sat up, wiping his mouth as Senait smirked. “Now you’re learning.”

  She rolled onto her back, guiding him between her legs.

  Evan lined himself up, hesitated for only a sed before pushing in.

  The heat, the slick, tight squeeze around him—it was different from yesterday.

  More intense.

  Senait let out a long, slow moan as he filled her, her nails dragging lightly across his back.

  He moved, his hips finding a steady rhythm as they fell into sync.

  The positions shifted seamlessly—Senait on top, riding him slow and deep, her hands pnted on his chest as she rolled her hips with practiced ease. Then doggy, her back arg as he took her from behind, her breath hitg every time he drove in deep.

  Evan was drenched i, his body burning, the st of sex thi the air.

  Then—

  “Finale,” álvaro called. “Evaernal.”

  Evan barely held on before pulling out, stroking himself through the st few pumps.

  Thick, white ropes spshed onto Senait’s stomach, his breath ragged as the cameras caught every detail.

  “CUT!”

  Evan colpsed onto his back, chest heaving.

  Senait stretched zily, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

  “Good job, Evan” she murmured.

  Evan groaned. “I need a nap.”