He hated that he was doing this. But it was a family holiday and he had no family to celebrate with. So instead, Jem hired a prostitute. What he told himself is that he was just fulfilling a fantasy: sex is his restaurant. Since it was closed because everyone else was home, he was relaxing. Sitting on the bar area, barefoot and with some buttons on his shirt undone, he heard the knock on the glass door. He jumped to open up to him. “Welcome.” He said, getting out of the way to let the man in. Luke was hotter in person, taller, broader. “I’m Jem.” He offered a hand to him.