For the Night: Complete Box Set (9 page)

‘You’re so sweet,’ I smiled as he parted my cheeks
and ran his tongue in a circle and I gave into it and cried out in pleasure. I
loved when guys did that, but I
never
did it in return,
that
was
disgusting. Next time it would be his thick solid cock up my ass making me
scream even louder. And even better, he’d be bareback and I’d get to feel him
exploding inside me before I sucked him clean.

‘Do you have to go?’ I whined as he appeared from
the master bedroom, sexily dressed in dark indigo jeans with a fitted black
shirt, rolled at the sleeves. He’d had another shower, his hair was all sexily
damp and he’d washed off that aftershave I’d always loved, but I’d been right,
Logan smelled even better. He leaned in, placed an arm around my waist and
kissed my cheek. Damn it, he’d just made me flood
again.
I was going to
have to eat more calories and keep them down if I was going to keep up with him
when he moved to New York to be with me.

‘You know I do, the limousine driver’s already
waiting downstairs and we can’t hold up your father’s jet. I’ve had the most
incredible night, Camilla. You really were a unique woman.’

‘Me too, you were … I don’t have words.’

‘You should sleep, you look exhausted.’

‘Thank you so much,’ I sighed. He kissed my
forehead.

‘The pleasure was all mine. Goodbye, Camilla.’

‘Bye, Logan.’ I watched him walk through to the
inner lobby and he glanced back and flashed a megawatt smile that Hollywood
could bottle. ‘I’ll be seeing you soon,’ I called. Little did he know how soon
that would be. I watched his sexy ass as he disappeared and the doors
automatically closed behind him and felt some tears trickling down my face. I’d
never wanted anything as much as I wanted Logan. Why did he have to be the one
thing I wanted that Daddy couldn’t buy for me? I stamped my foot on the floor,
pressed the touchscreen on the wall and dialled security. If Blaine worked
superfast I could get the jet to turnaround and bring Logan right back to me
and he’d never leave me again.

‘Miss Domville,’ came Blaine’s voice. He sounded
nervous.

‘I need that recording now, I need to stop him
leaving.’

‘I … I don’t know what to tell you, Miss Domville,
but … there
is
no recording.’

‘What!’ I uttered.

‘There’s no recording,’ he almost whispered as I
felt the blood in my veins reach scorching point.

‘You
what?!’
I screamed at the system. ‘I
was facing the damn camera, I played it
perfectly
.’

‘I don’t understand what happened, I tested it
back here in my office and had a clear view of the hot tub and decking, but now
there’s nothing.’

‘Fuck, fuck, FUCK, Blaine! I swear if I could get
you fired right now I would. Now I’m going to have to wait months to book Logan
to come back so we can try again.’

‘I don’t know what to say, I’m so sorry, this has
never happened to me before.’

‘Just tell me you have the recording of me sucking
him off for my own private use you damn imbecile?’

‘Miss Domville … I … it’s not possible, I swear it
isn’t, but that one failed as well.’

‘IDIOT!’ I screamed and grabbed a marble carved
Buddha off the oriental chest next to me and smashed the LCD display to smithereens
with it, then hurled it across the room at the plasma TV breaking both items in
one go. I’d never been so fucking furious in my life. I grabbed anything I
could see that I could smash, and hurled the items against walls, furniture and
the floor until my arms started shaking in protest. I ran to the master bed and
threw myself on it and sobbed. Logan was
mine
, he was meant to be mine.
I couldn’t bear the thought of him taking another booking before I could get
him back here again. I wondered if I could get pregnant, then tell Daddy it was
Logan who knocked me up. He’d force him to come over here and marry me, if he
didn’t kill him first. Daddy would believe me over Logan
anytime.
I
sniffed back my tears and picked up my iPhone as it buzzed. I had an email
message. I sat up straight and wiped my tears and smiled. It was Logan, I knew
I’d got to him, he was still thinking about me. I opened the message, beaming
again.

My dear Miss Domville, I can honestly say I’ve
never had a night quite like it, it was a real eye opener. I’m afraid I won’t
be accepting any future bookings from you and should you try to concoct another
scheme to blackmail me, as you tried last night, be aware that I will have no
hesitation but to defend my reputation by sending my own recording, which has
been safely backed up, directly to your father. I would also suggest that you
try being a little nicer to your father’s employees. Should I hear that you’ve
attempted to blackmail any of them again, I simply press send. Try and be a nicer
person Camilla, you might find that you actually enjoy it. Yours sincerely,
Stranger for the night.

My heart sank as I pressed play, he’d somehow
filmed us, so you could only see the back of his head in the dining room, while
he fingered me to an orgasm. Even worse, it was with sound and he had my whole
confession of my sexual history. The
devious
bastard. As soon as it
stopped playing the message vanished. I tapped my phone frantically with
shaking fingers, where the hell was it? It had disappeared from my inbox and my
trash, too. I screamed and flung the phone against the calf leather lined wall
and watched it shatter, along with my life as I knew it.

Logan

I smiled as I strode out
of Camilla’s suite. Thank
God
for the genius of Ian Smith. One call to
him while Camilla was taking her shower before breakfast and he’d hacked
through the hotel’s security system, located and wiped the bedroom recording
from their servers and confirmed that no backup or copy had been made. He’d
suggested playing her at her own game as a form of insurance policy by using
the video facility on my iPhone. I’d checked it as I went to freshen up before
taking Camilla to the hot tub and had emailed it to him immediately for
safekeeping. He text me to advise that he was still in the Domville’s system
and that there were two cameras set on the hot tub, but he couldn’t tell me
where. I realised that she was on to me, so played along covering the original
box hedge one, while Ian disabled the other before we even stepped foot onto
the terrace. I took the stairs down, figuring I didn’t need any complications
of camera recordings of me leaving the Signature suite and headed across the
lobby to where the same concierge was on duty.

‘Good morning,’ he smiled. ‘Pleasant evening?’

‘I’ve had better. Please may I have a pen, paper
and envelope?’

‘Of course, Sir.’

I wrote a note to Antoine, confirming my email
address, advising him that all employees should no longer have to worry about
Miss Domville’s games, as I was in possession of a certain item that would
ensure her impeccable behaviour. I also advised him that he was to contact me
if ever there was such an incident again and thanked him for his warning the
night before. I sealed it and wrote
Private and Confidential ~ Antoine
on the front.

‘Can I trust you to ensure that he gets this?’ I
asked as I handed Edward the envelope along with a $100 bill.

‘Certainly, Sir. Thank you, Sir.’

‘It’s in all employees’ interests that he does,
Edward. This holds the key to end Miss Domville’s reign here.’

‘Understood, Sir,’ he beamed with a curt nod and
held out his hand for me to shake. ‘
Thank you,
’ he uttered, most
sincerely, leaving me to deduce that he’d been tricked as well. I nodded and
headed outside to the idling Limousine.

I poured myself a large cognac from the decanter,
after last night I bloody well deserved it. I’d never come across such a
manipulative, spoilt, entitled bitch in my life. Having to fake my desire for
her when I finally twigged why she’d scripted the scenario in the hot tub had
been beyond difficult. I’d had to look at Summer’s photograph to get any type
of reaction from my cock before I’d returned to pick Camilla up from the sofa,
and for the first time in my life I’d even faked coming. I sincerely hoped that
this was a wakeup call for her. God knows she hadn’t had an easy life, but that
was no excuse for the despicable way she treated people. I pulled my iPad from
my overnight bag and opened my encrypted client files and deleted hers immediately
and added her email to my blocked list.

I swirled the brandy around my mouth as my finger
automatically clicked Summer’s file and I opened her profile picture. Now
that
was a woman I was going to have absolutely no problem faking it with at
all. I was just gutted that our first time would be soft and gentle, when I
wanted to pound her harder than I’d ever fucked anyone. I wanted to hear my
name on her lips as tears of ecstasy poured down her face. Worse than knowing I
should cancel our appointment and wouldn’t, was the thought that I didn’t want
to hear my pseudonym ‘
Logan Steele
’ escape her throat, I wanted to hear
my real name.

My next client is aspiring
actress Summer Beresford, whose brief for the evening is that she wants to be
treated as if she’s a virgin, to be seduced and wooed. I’d already felt
conflicted when I’d received her booking form detailing her scenario, as a rule
I didn’t do tender gentle love making, women booked me because of my reputation
for fucking, hard. To compound my dilemma, I couldn’t stop looking at her damn
photograph and had even used an image of her in my mind to get hard and come
with another client. Not only was that highly unprofessional of me, it was
potentially hazardous to my reputation in case I groaned the wrong woman’s
name. I was already treading that very fine line between professional and
personal. Before I’d even met the damn woman she had me breaking one of my
cardinal rules,
Never fall for one of your clients.
The more I looked at
her photo though, the more I wanted her.

Summer Beresford, I’m about to woo your arse off and have my own
virginal experience, making love for the first time.