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dead.
    “Bring the bags in. Marco wants to see you.”
    Tomas carried the shopping into the kitchen and found Marco at
the table with a young brunette he didn’t recognize sitting on his lap. All she
appeared to be wearing was one of Marco’s white shirts with not many buttons
fastened. Marco had his hand beneath the material, squeezing her breast.
    “Put the food away,” Marco said.
    Yes, master. Tomas set the bags on the counter and
emptied them into cupboards and the fridge.
    “I’ve a job for you.”
    He turned in case Marco was talking to him. Yep, he was.
What was it going to be this time? Wash the cars? Walk the dog?
    “I want you to learn English.”
    His heart skipped a beat. “I can speak English.”
    “Not perfectly. Anyway, you can pretend to not speak it
well. I need someone to check out Ezispeke Language Academy.”
    “Check it out for what?” Tomas asked.
    “Once you’re registered and attending, I’ll tell you.”
    He shrugged and hid his annoyance at Marco’s habit of
working on a need-to-know basis. The shirt had fallen off the woman’s shoulders
to expose one breast and Marco twisted her nipple. The woman winced and Tomas
chewed the inside of his cheeks.
    “A new term starts tomorrow.” Marco nodded at Veton, who
threw a bundle of twenty pound notes onto the table. “Pay whatever you need to
get a place at the school. Don’t ask for a receipt, but I want to know if they
offer one. Bring me it if they do. Sign up for different classes, get to know
the staff and pupils.”
    “Okay.”
    “You can go now, unless you want to join us for a sandwich.”
    Veton unfastened his pants, the woman giggled and Tomas
forced himself to smile before he walked out.
    He tossed the cash into the glove box of his BMW, wiped his
palms on his pants and drove back to his apartment in Leeds city center. The
farther he was from Marco, the better he felt. Unfortunately, he needed to be
in the guy’s pocket.
     
    Tomas parked in his spot under a covered area at the back of
the building, alongside a silver Mercedes he’d never seen before. Maybe someone
had taken the apartment next to his. He gathered the bags of groceries he’d
bought for himself and dropped in the bundle of cash.
    The moment he opened the outer door, the fire alarm started
to shriek and he hesitated.
    The sensible part of him said, “Walk back out and wait to
see what’s going on.” The less sensible part said, “It’s probably some idiot
burning toast and the alarm will stop in a minute.” He let the door swing shut
behind him and carried on down the corridor. The only concession he made was to
use the stairs to the third floor and not the elevator.
    As he opened the fire door onto his corridor, he saw a tall,
dark-haired guy standing with his back toward him, wafting a towel over the
shrieking alarm. All he wore were pale chinos, no socks or shoes. Tomas took in
the broad shoulders, slim hips and tight butt, and a surge of lust ripped
through him. He immediately nipped it at the neck and brought it down. Not a
good idea.
    “Shut the fuck up.”
    Tomas just caught the words above the wailing alarm. He put
his bags by his door and stepped to the guy’s side. “That’s not—”
    As the stranger jerked round, the words log-jammed in Tomas’
throat and goose bumps erupted on his arms. So much for controlling himself. Oh
fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m not doing this, not going there, not what I want. “That not going to help. Once detector go off, it trigger rest. You need call
concierge.”
    “Do you know his number?”
    “Too late.” Tomas nodded toward Bill who puffed down the
corridor, a glare on his reddened face.
    “I’m so sorry. It was—”
    “Is there a fire?” Bill snapped.
    “No, I threw what was left of the toast out of the window.”
    Tomas coughed to hide his snigger.
    Bill entered numbers into a keypad and silenced the alarm
before he set off back the way he’d come, grumbling under his breath.
    “Shit. How to make