For the Night: Complete Box Set (10 page)

I checked my appearance in
the mirror for about the twentieth time. So
not
good. “Never develop any
emotional attachment to a client” had been my mantra, until I’d received the
photograph of Summer Beresford, requesting an appointment with me. What was
worse, if anything could be worse in my line of work, was that I hadn’t even
met her yet. I was acting like an excited teenager going on a first date. I’d
been doing my job, if you could call it that, because most of the time it
didn’t feel like hard work, for four years now. In all that time I hadn’t had a
personal relationship, and I kind of missed that. Having regular sex and being
paid handsomely for it, as well as receiving expensive gifts like my Piaget
Polo FortyFive black watch worth over $21,000, was great. But I was constantly
playing the attentive companion, always taking on the role of whatever persona
they were paying me for. Sometimes I just longed to kick back on the sofa with
a bottle of beer as I watched a game, with my arm around a girlfriend who was
with me because she loved the real me, so I could be myself. Not the sexual
side, that was all me. I loved sex, I loved pleasuring a woman for hours, I
especially loved fucking hard and a woman that was somewhat submissive in the
bedroom.

I ran my hand through my dark hair and checked my
face was smooth by running my long index finger along my square jawline. I was
always well groomed, I had to be. Regular waxing, including my eyebrows, always
closely shaved, unless of course the client requested stubble. Vigorous oral
sex with a five o’clock shadow didn’t tend to go down too well with women a few
hours later when the stubble rash started to burn, particularly when they were
married and trying to be discreet. My grey eyes seemed to have more life in
them tonight as well. I undid an additional button on my white shirt, making
sure the hollow of my throat was exposed and pulled on my black suit jacket, to
compliment my indigo jeans and black brogues. Tonight I was committed to
playing the part of a suitor who was going to woo Summer with dinner, then I
was going to seduce her, all the while pretending she was a virgin and teaching
her all I could about how to please a man, as well as pleasing her at the same
time. I’d reserved the luxury two bedroomed penthouse apartment in The Dalton
Hotel on Thames Bank, with views of the London Eye. Not that I planned on
letting her see any attraction other than my cock.

In her report, she’d written the phrase “I want
you to make love to me, tenderly” and ordinarily I’d have turned down the
booking straight away. I loved sex to be aggressively raw, animalistic and
sometimes rough. Not tender and sweet. But that angelic porcelain face, with
the pink cheeks, perfect lips and bright blue eyes had me just itching to meet
her. In fact, I was already booked up for months ahead when I got her request,
I tried to only see a maximum of two clients a week, but she was very specific
that it had to be this particular date and I was too intrigued by her to
decline. I checked my watch, I’d arrived here far too early, having driven
myself in my own car, while I’d sent my usual driver, James, to pick up Summer
in the Merc. I rang him to check he was in place.

‘Good evening, Sir,’ he answered.

‘Evening, James, how are you?’

‘Excellent thank you, Sir. And you?’

‘Ask me in the morning,’ I replied.

‘I’m sure you’ll have an excellent evening, as
always,’ he chuckled. I smiled, he was one of the few people, other than my
best friend Dan and Ian, the go-to guy for my clients background checks, who
knew what I really did when I wasn’t a personal trainer by day.

‘I just wanted to make sure that you were in place
and everything was on schedule?’

‘Of course, Sir. I’m parked outside her house now
and will knock on the door at precisely the time you told me with the gifts,
then wait until eight p.m. to bring her to the car. Ladies don’t like to be
rushed.’

‘No, they certainly don’t. I’ll see you tomorrow
morning, when I bring Miss Beresford down to you for her return trip home.’

‘Yes, Sir. Nine-thirty as normal.’

‘Thanks, James.’ I hung up and reopened the file
for Summer, so I could take another look at her face. I didn’t really need to
familiarise myself with her requirements, other than treating her gently and
respectfully for the evening, she hadn’t made any additional requests, which
was unusual. She’d not even stipulated how many times she wanted me to perform,
all details had been left entirely up to me. With Ian having given me
information on her personal preferences, I’d pulled out all the stops to ensure
that I romanced her like she’d never been romanced before. I re-checked the
bedroom first, straightening the red satin comforter lying across the bottom of
the bed, sprinkling rose petals all over the crisp white Egyptian cotton sheets
and dimming the bedside table lights. I put on the flickering living flame fire
and lit the Neom sensuous scented candles with a blend of Ylang Ylang,
Frankincense and Patcholi, specifically designed for a warm heady and relaxing
aroma, lighting the ones in the luxuriously appointed en-suite as well.

I’d also purchased a number of relaxation aids,
and her own brand of cosmetics, for the night and morning, in a train case. I’d
decided instead of taking her out for a meal, I’d impress her by cooking in, with
a menu specifically designed to titillate her senses. After lighting more
candles and adjusting the mood lighting, I set the iPod dock on low, ready to
play my specially purchased mix of Josh Groban’s classical songs, which Ian had
told me were the most played on her iTunes playlists.

I glanced at my watch, five minutes until she was
due to arrive. I checked my appearance again, tweaking my hair into position,
adjusting my shirt and my erection. That damn girl had me hard before she’d
even got here. I felt off balance, something didn’t feel right. I walked
quickly through the apartment, checking everything again, including the kitchen
to make sure I’d prepared the food as well as I could in advance, but
everything was perfect. I was nothing if not organised. I swallowed hard as I
realised what it was. I was nervous, which was a first. I heard a knock on the
door and took a deep breath as I wiped my palms on my jeans.

Get a grip, Logan. She’s just a client, like
hundreds of clients before her. You can do this, you were born to do this,
I thought, as I strode to the door and adjusted my throbbing erection again. I
turned the latch and took another deep breath.

I stepped out of the bath,
wrapped myself in a towel and turbaned my hair, before walking through to my
bedroom to get ready. I still had about ten outfits lying on my double bed, I
was a complete bag of nerves.
What was I thinking having booked an
appointment with Logan?
I wondered as I blew out a sigh. He was quite
possibly the most handsome man I’d ever seen, not to mention how my body had
reacted as I saw the professional picture he’d sent, showing not just
that
face, but his incredible body as well. He was seriously toned, but not in a
muscle man contest way, I hated when men had muscles so large that their veins
were virtually popping. Logan was broad shouldered with a slim waist and hips,
deliciously strong looking biceps and abs that just begged to be caressed. I
shook my head at the thought of his sexy v and the swelling that was visible
below his belt and held up my go-to little black dress and sighed. This was
supposed to be a special night, I should really have gone and purchased a new
outfit, something sexy to match the man I was about to have sex with. I’d just
been so busy filming the opening scenes of the movie I’d landed that I simply
hadn’t had time.

Life had literally changed overnight. One minute I
was doing bar work in clubs at night, to leave my days free for endless
audition after audition for film roles, always being rejected because I looked
“too innocent and angelic.” I’d only managed to get a few walk-on parts in TV
serials, then suddenly I was asked to cast for the female lead in the erotic
romance film version of the popular
Broken Promises Trilogy
. At least
I’d heard it was popular, I’d never read an erotic romance novel in my life,
which at twenty-two was apparently unheard of. My parent’s, while proud I’d
landed such a major role, weren’t overly impressed when I had to explain that
I’d be filming sex scenes with my bare breasts and backside on display. I’d
been asked to swear I wouldn’t tell Grandma, who’d apparently have a heart
attack. It was the chance of a lifetime though, and if it went well, this would
be my stepping stone in the industry and could set up my family for life. I’d
been paid a considerable signing on bonus, most of which had been used to
reduce Mum and Dad’s mortgage. I’d invested the rest with the exception of one
splurge, Logan. He’d better be as good as my makeup artist on set had told me.

‘Summer, there’s a delivery for you,’ yelled Mum
up the stairs. I frowned, I hadn’t ordered anything. I wondered if it was the
film company, maybe sending me flowers to congratulate me on my first week,
that or commiseration flowers to say it wasn’t working out. I chewed the inside
corner of my mouth as I left my bedroom and ran down.

‘Where have all these come from?’ I asked, as I
looked at the elegant looking white boxes in Mum’s arms.

‘Do I look psychic?’ she laughed. ‘A well-dressed
man just delivered them. Open them and see.’

‘Ok,’ I giggled and took the top one from her. I
opened it and gasped, I’d never had flowers delivered before. This was a single
stem delicate calla lily, my favourite, nestled in electric blue satin with a
hand written card.

‘Who’s Logan? Have you got yourself a boyfriend at
last?’ Mum asked as she looked over my shoulder. I clutched the card to my
chest mortified.
Actually Mum, I hired a professional male lothario for the
evening
, probably wouldn’t go down too well.

‘Never you mind,’ I replied feeling my cheeks
going pink and rolled my eyes as hers lit up.

‘Darling, get me the single stem rose vase out
will you with some water and sugar in,’ she yelled around the kitchen door.

‘Who’s been buying you flowers?’ Dad yelled back.

‘No one, our Summer’s got an admirer.’

‘Really?’ he called, sounding surprised.

‘Thanks, Dad!’ I retorted and sniffed my lily with
a smile and carefully set it on the hall table. I opened the next box and
quickly shut the lid before Mum had a chance to see. I’d got a glimpse of some
seriously sexy emerald green underwear which made me blush even harder. Logan
had got me underwear too? How did he know my size?

‘What is it?’ Mum asked, looking at me curiously.

‘Stuff,’ I shrugged. ‘Do you mind if I take the
boxes up to my room?’

‘Of course not, but I want to hear all about this
new boyfriend when you get back from your date tonight.’

‘Mum I … I won’t be back until tomorrow, I’m
staying out for the night.’

‘Summer, what aren’t you telling me?’ she demanded.
I blinked at her and was saved by Dad appearing with the glass vase.

‘What’s going on?’ he asked eyeing up the boxes.

‘Summer’s got a new boyfriend, who’s sending her
flowers and gifts
and
she’s staying out all night tonight.’

‘Mum!’

‘Good, it’s about time you had some fun. You’ve
worked so hard trying to make it with your acting, then doing all these night
shifts as well. Just tell me it’s not that wanker you’re co-starring with?’

‘Darling,’ Mum gasped as she slapped him on the
arm. I just laughed.

‘It’s ok, he is a wanker, he thinks we’re going to
be having actual sex on set and keeps pawing at me.’

‘I’ll knock his bloody teeth out if he touches
you,’ muttered Dad as Mum took the vase off him and carefully stood my perfect
lily in it.

‘I can handle him. I’d better go and get ready.
He’ll be here soon.’

‘Wanker?’

‘No, my … date,’ I felt awful saying it as Dad’s
face lit up. I quickly headed upstairs with my arms full.

I was amazed as I re-opened the lingerie box,
there were some satin emerald green luxury knickers, a matching strapless bra
and kimono, all edged with white lace. The next box contained an electric blue
satin one shouldered mini dress. While it was a little shorter than I was used
to wearing, it would look perfect against my eyes. The next box contained a
pair of matching coloured peep-toe high heels, and best of all a Lulu Guinness
silver glitter lips clutch bag, something I’d even bookmarked to buy myself
when I got my next payment from the film proceeds, assuming it made some money.
I sank down to sit on my original outfits strewn all over the bed and looked at
the items Logan had sent over. These were
expensive,
designer, gorgeous
and
new.
They weren’t just props he pulled out for each client, he’d
purchased these with me in mind, to fit me perfectly, to match my eyes and
colouring, though I wasn’t sure why the green for the underwear. Anyway, he was
very thoughtful, there again that was his job and given what I was paying him,
he ought to be. I quickly did some minimal makeup, lined my eyes and applied a
coat of clear gloss before drying my long hair and flicking out the graduated
sections at the sides. I put on the underwear, dress, and sexy shoes and giggled,
they
did
fit perfectly and I felt sexy in them. I looked in the mirror
and gasped. I
looked
sexy, I barely recognised myself. I did a twirl
before applying some perfume and putting on some silver jewellery and packing
my new favourite clutch. I was going to sleep with this bag, that’s how much I
loved it.

‘Summer, James is here,’ called Dad.
James?
I mouthed to myself, was Logan undercover? I carefully made my way downstairs
and heard Mum and Dad gasp as they took in my outfit, but not as loudly as I did
to see the stranger in a suit standing in our small hall.

‘Miss Beresford, I’m here to take you to meet
Logan. Are you ready?’

‘I am,’ I smiled, feeling a bit disappointed. I’d
loved to have seen Mum’s reaction when she saw Logan’s gorgeous face.

‘Your date has a driver?’ Mum raised her eyebrows
at me. We didn’t have a lot of money, at least not until this payment I
received, not many people in our street had a car, let alone a driver.

‘Apparently so. See you tomorrow.’ I kissed her on
the cheek and turned to kiss Dad and he gave me a hug.

‘You look stunning. Make sure he continues to
treat you respectfully, and if you’re lying to me and it
is
that wanker
and he hurts you, I don’t care how big a star he is in Hollywood, I’ll flatten
him.’

‘Thanks, Dad,’ I smiled and kissed his cheek. ‘See
you tomorrow.’ I followed James to a black Mercedes and he opened the back door
for me. I looked at him and smiled and carefully climbed into the back seat,
waving at my parents, who were standing open mouthed in the doorway as we
pulled away. ‘So do you know Logan well?’ I enquired.

‘In a way. I drive for him on a regular basis, but
he’s a very private person.’

‘He’s a nice guy though, right?’ I asked as I
nervously twisted my silver ring on my right hand.

‘You’re in perfectly safe hands with Mr. Steele,’
he smiled in his rear view mirror.
Rather an apt choice of phrase,
I
thought as we sped towards central London.

I stood outside the door of the penthouse and
adjusted my dress.
What if he didn’t like me? If I wasn’t attractive enough
for him to get it up?
I thought as I chewed my mouth again. I’d be so
humiliated. I reminded myself that he asked for pictures before confirming a
booking, which had actually been more humiliating than this. Then there was a
chance of rejection, at least I’d been picked. I pitied the poor women that
plucked up the courage to approach him and were rejected based on looks alone.
He must be such a shallow guy.
What the hell was I doing here?
I turned
around and started walking away, then stopped for a moment, closed my eyes and
thought about it logically. It was one night, one night with a shallow,
super
hot
guy. What harm could it do?

I went back and knocked on the door firmly and
quickly adjusted the hem of my dress again as I heard his footsteps approaching
and the latch being pulled.
No going back now Summer,
I thought as I
suddenly felt sick. The door swung open and I blinked rapidly and gulped so
hard I completely drained my mouth of all saliva, which was possibly a bonus,
otherwise I was liable to have dribbled all over the polished wood floor.
However hot Logan looked in his pictures, was
nothing
compared to the
man in person. He just exuded confidence, masculinity and raw sex appeal, no
wonder he came so highly recommended. When he smiled I almost felt as if I was
going to faint and swayed on my feet.
O shit Summer, he’s going to eat you
alive
.