Tate banged his head against his bedroom door. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."
He couldn't believe he'd screwed up their first meeting so badly. Six months ago while visiting friends in the building, Tate had run into Luke in the elevator. The man had taken his breath away, and it wasn't just because Luke was model perfect either. Tate knew a lot of models in his role as a fashion photographer. Most were blank slates who easily evolved into what he needed them to be. Luke was different.
