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Link looked up from his book, polite if only from habit. This newcomer looked nothing like the other old, fat men who poked around at him. He was handsome to be sure. Then again, most famous people were. He set his book aside and straightened in his seat at his odd "Yo" introduction. Not exactly charming, but what famous people were?

He crossed his own muscular arms across his chest, smirking a little at the client. "You won't like what I do to you if you spoil the ending. So why don't you suggest a new topic of conversation? We can start off with who you are."

But Fife knew. He shot to his feet and banged his head on the underside of the table. He scrambled out clumsily, clutching his throbbing skull, but was still gaping down at Bryce.

"Holy shit, you're . . . you're that singer!" Here! In a Breeders Facility! What on earth was someone like Bryce Zayn doing here? Couldn't he have anyone he wanted?

Still, he was a famous hot guy, and that made him nervous. He giggled before muffling it behind both hands. He turned to flee, but Link's firm voice stopped him.

"Fife, stay," he ordered shortly. He only turned back to Bryce when Fife returned to his side. "If you are here looking for a casual fling, Mr. Zayn, I'm afraid neither of us can help you. I think I'm a little too rough for your tastes, and Fife has a smart mouth. Talented, but smart."

Fife pinched him harshly, not liking have famous eyes on him. It made him blush and turned him stupid. Only belatedly did he notice the much larger man who had come in with Zayn. Now that was a scary, gorgeous man. The scary, gorgeous size of him at least flushed the stupid out of him and made him cautious instead.