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Luke called as he stepped out of the building. Bryan stepped aside and Luke’s steps faltered. The pink-haired pixie who’d previously been hidden by Bryan’s body smiled up at him. His heart stalled, then beat wildly in his chest.
    “I hope you don’t mind. I ran into Nichole earlier today. I asked her to come.” Bryan looked a little sheepish.
    Luke smiled at the pair. Part of him wanted to drag both of them back upstairs and take care of his growing wood, but the idea that someone might actually care about him as a person wound through him. “Let’s go grab some food.”
    They walked side by side for a few feet, then the pedestrian traffic got too thick. He reached back and grabbed Bryan’s hand, and Nichole grasped onto Bryan as they threaded their way through the pack. By the time they’d made it two blocks, the crowd had thinned and they fell into step, laughing about the situation but none of them dropping hands.
    Luke felt like a million bucks as he walked into the restaurant with Brian and Nichole. No, they weren’t runway models or actors, but they were both wonderful people and at least Bryan seemed to like him for who he was, not for what he did.
    They ordered their food and Nichole sat between the men, so that Bryan was sitting directly across from Luke. She leaned her elbows on the table and flashed Luke a smile.
    “It’s good to see you.” Nichole picked up her spoon and toyed with it before putting it down.
    “I didn’t know if I would get a chance to see you again.” Luke’s gaze swung to Brian then back to Nichole.
    “I’m surprised you would even want to,” Nichole said.
    “Why do you say that?”
    “I know who you are now.” Nichole’s gaze slid to Bryan. She lifted her brows and smiled.
    “Who is he?” Bryan asked.
    “Wait.” Luke held up his hand, praying Nichole would keep her mouth closed. “For tonight, can I just be Luke, the guy you both met one Saturday night on the streets of New York?”
    “I don’t care who you are. I like you. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re famous or just a regular guy,” Bryan said.
    Luke’s whole body went hot and his eyes burned. No one had ever wanted him for just him. It had always been about connections, who was who, money and power. Luke put his elbows on the table and leaned in, staring directly into Bryan’s eyes. “You have no idea how wonderful that makes me feel, that you want to know me for me.”
    Bryan reached across the table and ran his finger down Luke’s arm. “I’m glad you feel special, because you are.”
    Luke blushed, amazed that he’d got this lucky. Bryan appealed to him more than other men did. He couldn’t put his finger on the exact cause for his interest, but it probably centred around the fact that the man was sweet and kind, and obviously thinking about more than just a score. Luke kept watching Bryan, sneaking glances when he could, loving the way the other man smiled.
    Dinner was great. They talked about living in New York. Nichole told funny stories about the dogs she walked and kept flashing Luke sizzling looks that a week ago would have drawn his interest, but what really turned him on was Bryan’s blatant acceptance of him without even a clue as to his identity.
    With dinner finished, they made their way back to Luke’s place. He wanted to ask them up, but part of him didn’t want to push for sex and ruin their entire relationship. They arrived at his building and stood on the corner. Luke didn’t know what to do. His body craved sex. He wanted to fuck both of them so badly he thought he would burst, but he valued the evening they’d just had.
    Luke put his hands in his pockets as thoughts of rejection wound through him. Sure, he’d had sex with many people, but none of them had actually accepted him. He was going to take a chance with Bryan, really open up to him and let him in, and he only hoped he wouldn’t regret it.
    “So, I want to invite you both up, but I don’t want to destroy