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going to need help.
    “Come on, Brody. Let’s see what we can dig up.”
    Zak watched as Lark took Brody by the hand and led him into the office.
    Oh, shit!Zak felt a rush of panic as he struggled to tear his gaze away from the two of them walking away together. The images that filled his mind—how perfect the two of them would look naked, running hands over each other and writhing over clean sheets—was intensely erotic, and equally intensely disturbing.
    This was bad. Because as hard as he had got moments before, just watching Brody holding hands with Lark nearly had him coming in his pants.
    What the hell was wrong with him? There wasn’t anything remotely sexual about what they were doing, and he didn’t know the younger man from Adam. But watching the two men together turned him on like nothing else.
    Lark, with his small, almost delicate frame, and Brody, with his taller, more average build and darker hair, complemented each other beautifully. The two of them looked good together. Whereas Zak sometimes felt too big and oafish around Lark, Brody was just the right size to hold Lark without having to worry about crushing him.

    And wasn’t that supposed to stir up all sorts of jealous feelings in him—the thought of another man holding his Lark? Instead, Zak found himself wondering what the two of them would look like naked together. The whole idea would be completely fucked up—if the image weren’t so damn hot.
    “Hey! Zak. Can you come over here a minute?” Lark called out to him from the filing cabinet by the far wall, where Brody stood patiently beside him.
    No problem, Zak thought cynically. The trick was going to be not coming if he joined the two of them.
    “Sure, what do you need?” he finally managed, in a reasonably calm voice that he was actually quite proud of, given his state at the moment.
    “I’m after the ‘new employees’ thingy, but I’m not having any luck. Can you help me out?”
    Oh, fuck! Somebody upstairs hates me, Zak thought as he sighed and struggled to get his mind out of the gutter. It was going to be a really long afternoon.

Chapter Three
    Zak felt the beads of sweat start to form and slowly trickle down his temple. It had nothing to do with the heat in the kitchen and everything to do with the heat he felt radiating off Brody’s body as they stood side-by-side. Zak was trying to indicate what they required in the way of simple prep work at the restaurant, while trying not to indicate of how hard his cock was. It wasn’t easy. The close proximity was doing a real number on his libido.
    Yet the excuses Zak had come up with for being the one to show Brody the ropes were numerous, if somewhat flimsy. Someone needed to take the time and do it properly. The regular chefs were too busy.
    He wanted to refresh his skills and stretch his culinary muscles after being buried under the mountain of paperwork the restaurant seemed to generate for so long.
    Zak snorted. That one was the biggest crock of all. There were usually plenty of opportunities to keep his skills up, either doing holiday relief or during the busier weekends they sometimes catered. And he certainly wasn’t likely to forget how to make a few vegetable garnishes. He had worked in kitchens since his mid-teens.
    No, the simple truth was Zak wanted to take Brody under his wing and protect him. He didn’t want any of the others getting too close or worst still, messing with the quiet, slightly reserved man. Kitchens were notorious for rough play with new recruits, and Zak didn’t want Brody to have to deal with any of that crap. Something told him that was the last thing Brody needed.
    Zak resisted the urge to shake his head at himself. He’d spent far too much time in the kitchen satisfying his protective urge towards Brody recently. It really had to stop. The paperwork was mounting up and none of the others had really shown any special interest in Brody either way.

    Some small part of his brain acknowledged that