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exotic holidays, and his racehorse, never seeming to notice Devon’s boredom. What’s more, he seemed to think sex was a sure thing at the end of the night, making Devon wonder just what Antonio had told him.
    The second the clock struck midnight, Devon made his excuses and prepared to leave. Eligible Bachelor Number One was instantly at his side, oozing sickly charm.
    â€œI’ll see you home.”
    â€œThere’s really no need.”
    â€œPlease, I insist.” He ran his hands down Devon’s arms. “We can get to know each other better,” he whispered.
    Devon fumed inwardly. Had Antonio told this guy he was on a sure thing? If and when he felt the need to fuck a complete stranger, he hoped he could do better than this creep.
    â€œI think I know all I need to know,” he said, his tone glacial. The man’s hands fell away abruptly.
    â€œWhat’s the problem?” His mouth twisted into an ugly line. “Am I too old for you? I heard you like them young.”
    So Antonio
had
been gossiping. Some friend he turned out to be. Devon grabbed his coat and walked out the door without bothering to say goodbye to anyone. With the exception of Sean, he honestly didn’t care if he never saw any of them again. And right now, that included Antonio. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the leather seat as Antonio’s chauffeur drove him home.
    Nodding to the building security guards on his way through the foyer, Devon took the lift up to his floor. Letting himself into his apartment, he automatically put out a hand to disengage the alarm. His hand froze halfway to the panel. He clearly remembered setting the alarm on his way out the door. So why was it off now?
    â€œHello?” he called, feeling slightly foolish. “Is anyone there?”
    Like a burglar is going to answer,
he thought, suddenly cross with himself for being so paranoid. He was alone in a silent apartment. It was a secure building. There was no way a burglar or anyone else could have gotten inside. Even if they did, it was impossible anyone would know the code to unset the alarm. He must have forgotten to set it after all.
    Relaxing slightly, he kicked off his shoes and padded barefoot through to the bedroom, putting his keys and phone on top of the dresser. He stripped off his clothes, letting them drop to the floor. He would tidy them away in the morning when he wasn’t feeling quite so tired and pissed off. It was late, but he still intended to have a shower before getting into bed. Sitting on the side of the bed, he unfastened his watch and laid it on the bedside table, his mind drifting back to the alarm.
    Shaking his head, he tried to dismiss his unease. The alarm was off because he forgot to set it. End of story. The only two people in the world who knew the code were him and Jesse.
    Jesse knew his alarm code.
    He leapt to his feet just as Jesse appeared in the doorway of the en-suite bathroom.
    â€œWhere the fuck have you been?” Jesse demanded.

Chapter Six
    DEVON’S eyes flew to the dresser and his phone. Could he reach it before Jesse reached him? Jesse was drunk. Devon could smell the alcohol on him from several feet away. Would it slow his reactions enough for Devon to get to his phone?
    Taking his chances, he lunged toward the dresser, but Jesse moved faster, seizing Devon around the waist and throwing him bodily onto the bed. He landed on top of Devon, knocking the air from his lungs. Devon was bigger and stronger than Jesse, but Jesse was fuelled by alcohol and God only knew what else. Pinned to the sheets by Jesse’s weight and still winded, Devon was helpless as his arms were yanked above his head and both wrists tethered to the wrought-iron bedstead. He twisted his head round and saw he was tightly bound with a pale-blue silk tie, a tie he had bought Jesse a couple of months ago. If Jesse had brought it with him, tying Devon up was part of his plan.
    Realizing