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  Virgin for the Night

  C.J. Fallowfield

  Kindle Edition

  Version 1E

  ASIN: B00NF123OC

  Copyright © 2014 C. J. Fallowfield

  All Rights Reserved Worldwide

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations and places or events, are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Edited by Ella Marie

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  Foreword

  Written as standalone quick, hot reads, For the Night novellas are told in alternating points of view of Logan Steele, and his client, or clients. However, in order to fully enjoy Logan’s development they should be read in the sequence that they are released:

  Strangers for the Night

  Virgin for the Night

  Filthy for the Night

  Ménage for the Night

  Sophisticated for the Night

  Biker for the Night

  Dominant for the Night

  Actor for the Night

  Other Titles by C.J. Fallowfield

  The Austin Series

  Erotic Romance with humour and drama

  Destined (The Austin Series Prequel)

  New Leaves, No Strings

  Baggage & Buttons

  Forever & an Engine

  The Honeymoon Period

  Love & Loss

  Infinite Love

  31 Days Duology

  Romance with intrigue, humour and erotic scenes

  31 Days of Winter

  31 Days of Summer

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  Chapters

  Prologue

  Logan Steele

  Summer Beresford

  The Lounge

  Seduction

  The Kitchen

  Exploration

  Encore Une Fois

  The Hardest Goodbye

  Client Evaluation

  Coming Soon

  Prologue

  My name is Logan Steele. I’m devilishly handsome, seriously ripped, well hung, charismatic and highly sexed. Women just can’t resist me. So when I lost my job in the construction industry and was struggling for cash, I decided to put my assets to good use.

  By day I’m a private personal fitness trainer. By night I’m a high class gigolo.

  I don’t advertise my sexual services anymore, I have a long client list that come to me through word of mouth. I’m that good, I’m booked months in advance. Scores of women pay me extortionately high fees to fulfil their fantasies. And for the most part I do. I have a strict set of rules that I abide by, which are provided in the full contract that you’ll receive along with the booking form, if accepted. I’ve bullet pointed an abridged version below, just so you’re clear before you send me an email request:

  Rules my clients must comply with are:

  I must see a picture in advance.

  I can decline the booking request without explanation.

  I can only be booked for the night.

  All sexual acts must be consensual.

  I will provide you with a report to complete, then I will choose the setting for our meeting based on your scenario.

  I am flown first class or by private jet if I am required to work abroad.

  In the event of the above, I will provide my dietary requirements in advance.

  I will perform a full background check.

  I base my variable charge on the scenario being requested.

  “No” rules that I stipulate are:

  No bareback.

  No minors.

  No physical violence.

  Nothing illegal.

  No form of emotional attachment during or after the event. I am merely performing a sexual or companion service.

  No contact after the event, unless it is for a new booking.

  And my absolute number one rule, without exception is:

  Full payment up front which, is non- refundable.

  There is no requirement for a refund clause, I never fail to perform.

  So, now you are aware of my rules for the night and are about to contact me, all that remains to be asked is “Who do you want me to be?”

  Logan Steele

  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 Oliver 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 firelights 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 setting some 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 strode to the door and adjusted my throbbing erection again as I turned the latch and took another deep breath.

  Summer Beresford

  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 a damn 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 of him 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 a chance in 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 on the inside corner of my mouth nervously as I left my bedroom and ran down.

  ‘Where have all these come from?’ I gasped 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 note.

  Summer, I’m very much looking forward to our date. Logan x

  ‘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 s
aved 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.