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that he would be unable to control himself and would let his self control slip, just enough to let himself take what he wanted. I realized that I wanted him, wanted him to want me enough to take me. Luke wasn’t the only one turned on.
    “So what’s got you so excited?” I asked when I got back to Luke.
    “Besides you?”
    “Me?” I asked, as if I couldn’t believe him. “I have you excited?”
    “You know exactly the effect you have on me, Krystal.”
    “Besides me, then.”
    “You know how I said I was here to find my birth parents?”
    I nodded as I sliced the fruit on the bar.
    “I found them.”
    “And?”
    “I talked to my mother. Sat down and had a cup of coffee in her kitchen, as crazy as that sounds.”
    “How did it go?” I looked him over to see if I could tell what kind of emotional state he was in. He seemed to be fine. Excited, but fine.
    “It went really well. She’s happy that she gave me up to good parents, and she has regretted leaving me. She seemed like she was happy to see me.”
    “Does she have any other kids?” I asked.
    “No, and she’s married to my father. My father’s the only possible complication. He doesn’t know about me.”
    “What? He doesn’t know he has a son somewhere in the world? How did she hide it from him?”
    “She was young, and he was overseas in the military. She went and stayed with a friend and gave me up for adoption. He never knew.”
    “Wow,” I said, trying to think about what it would be like to discover that you had an adult child that you had never known about.
    “She’s going to tell him, though, and see if he wants to meet me. I’m trying not to get my hopes up, but I really want to meet my birth father.”
    Luke seemed so wholesome, so sweet, that it nearly broke my heart. “I hope you do,” I said, not sure what else to say.
    Luke reached out and picked up my hand, not caring about the lemon juice that covered my fingers. “Thank you, Krystal. I just had to tell someone, and you’re the only person I know in town. I feel like celebrating.”
    “I bet you do,” I told him, taking my hand back to wash it.
    “Come have dinner with me,” he said, barely able to contain his excitement. “We’ll go someplace outrageously expensive, and we’ll drink champagne until sunrise.”
    For a second, I let myself think about what it would be like to spend the evening with Luke. Dinner, expensive drinks, conversation with a man who actually listened to me and didn’t think I was a whore. It sounded like heaven to me.
    But it couldn’t happen.
    “You have no idea how much I’d love to have dinner with you tonight, but I can’t.” I decided not to explain any further. He didn’t need to know that my evening was likely to consist of me ignoring Bug’s insults and end with an unsatisfying sixty seconds of Bug pumping away inside me while I pretended to enjoy it.
    “C’mon,” Luke pleaded. “Cancel your plans, just for tonight. Come celebrate with me. I’ll make it worth your while,” he said, with a sexy gleam in his eye.
    He had no idea how gorgeous he was and how much I wanted to take him back to his hotel room and not come up for air for days. But I couldn’t. If I didn’t meet Bug at the clubhouse that evening, any chance I had at moving up to be his old lady would be gone. I was gonna have to work my ass off to afford my apartment on my own, but if I could move in with Bug, even if it was for a couple of years, I could afford to finish college and maybe even make a respectable living on my own. I couldn’t throw that away for the first sexy blond guy who walked into the bar.
    “I can’t, Luke. You have no idea how much I wish I could, but I have something I have to take care of tonight.”
    He actually looked disappointed. “I understand. We’re still on for Friday, though, right?”
    “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I answered. I was sure I could come up with some way to get out for one night without making Bug