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  You have no idea how much I’d have loved that, I thought with a sigh, before reading on, trying not to imagine how many hours of practice she’d put in with someone else in the meantime.

  You did so much for my confidence in just one night, I can only imagine what a few more sessions with you will do for me. I don’t know why, but I just trust you to take care of me. I really hope that I wasn’t too inexperienced for you and that you’ll want to take my booking again. I don’t have a fantasy to play out. I’d just like you to teach me more, I want to learn everything I can so I know how to please a man. I hope to hear from you soon. Kind regards, Summer

  O trust me, I’ve imagined plenty of sessions, I said to myself, as I pinched the top of my nose. She needed her confidence boosting and I’d fucking blocked her email and never replied. What would that have done for her self-worth? Probably bloody shattered it. Along with her trust in me. She’d think that she was shit sexually and that was why I’d ignored her, when the damn opposite was true.

  I wiped my face with a towel as I finished a particularly vigorous workout in my gym. I felt seriously tense, it was already Thursday, two nights until I saw her again. I’d never felt nervous about meeting a woman, never, but Summer did things to me that no other woman ever had. I pulled my phone out. I didn’t need to look at her message again, I’d memorised it by heart, but I had to look at it to remind myself that she had wanted to see me again. That she trusted me. I was surprised to see another message in my inbox, from Ava. She was fairly consistent and never booked more than one session every couple of months, it hadn’t even been a week since our ménage. I opened it up to read it.

  Dear Logan, I wanted to thank you most sincerely for a wonderful night on Saturday. The way you and Trey looked after me, the pleasure you brought me meant so much. As did your repeated kind words. I wanted to let you know that I won’t be booking anymore sessions, because of what you did for me. I’ve no idea how you found Farrokh, but you were right. I felt as if a million butterflies had been released in my stomach when I saw his name, address and telephone number. I kept looking at that piece of paper for three days until I plucked up the courage to ring him. My heart felt as if it were going to beat out of my chest as he answered. We spoke for hours, catching up and laughing. Because of what you’ve done for me I’ve found the courage to admit defeat with my husband and have asked for a divorce. The guilt of what I’ve been doing hasn’t helped, though I’m aware that if he’d been a better husband, I wouldn’t have had to resort to seeking you out to start with. I’ve decided to go back home to my family in Iran. Farrokh is single too, though I have no idea if we could try and make it work, even though my father would still disapprove, I’d like to give it a try. Even if not, I hope to find a man better suited to me than David was. A man who’ll treat me with the kindness and respect you always have and make me feel like I’m the centre of his world. Thank you for showing me how things could be, how they should be. I’ll always be grateful and I’ll always remember how wonderful our times together were. You are a special man, Logan Steele. You may argue that it’s your job, but it takes a unique man to place the happiness of a woman above his own and to do what you did for me all those times and for reuniting me with the man I’ve never forgotten. I hope one day that you find a woman who can make you such a priority in her life. One for whom the butterflies can never be tamed. You deserve it. With warmest regards and fondest memories, Ava.

  I huffed out a surprised breath. She’d finally done it, she’d realised that she deserved to be happy in all areas of her life and had made a major change towards making that happen. Good on her. I really hoped that if this Farrokh was the love of her life, that she’d be his and it would all work out for her. She’d always been one of my favourite clients, she reminded me a lot of Summer. Summer. I sighed as I thought of the brunette who’d taken such hold of my thoughts, waking and sleeping. I opened her email and scanned it again and just like every time I read it, my finger hovered over the reply button, but I stopped myself. I’d be seeing her again in two days and if she was going to be pissed off with me for tricking her after ignoring her, better I deal with it face to face, when I had her trapped in the confined space of the Limo. I’d have to turn on my full repertoire of romance and charm to bring her back around, which for once, I wouldn’t need to fake. I opened her restored file and looked back at her picture and felt that weird twisting sensation in my stomach again. I definitely had “the butterflies” for this woman. My dreams really didn’t do her justice, she was even more attractive than I remembered.

  “Are you retiring?” Ian had asked. As I looked back down at Summer’s photo, the thought that she could be the one woman to make me want to retire crossed my mind. I’d give it up in a heartbeat if she’d have me, the real me that was, the man buried beneath “Logan Steele.” I sighed heavily to know that she’d never see me any other way, to know that she’d never want me that way. Not the way I wanted her. I should leave her to go to this premiere alone. Daron Beck may have been the reason I started this insane plan to hijack her for the night, telling myself it was to protect her, but the fact was, I just couldn’t resist seeing her one more time. Having her one more time.

  Actually this was me talking, who was I kidding? I’d be having Summer Beresford more than once on Saturday night. And if she thought she could put up any objections to that, she had a lot to learn about me.

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  Sophisticated for the Night

  It had been over nine months since I’d deflowered Summer Beresford, in her Virgin for the Night fantasy. Nine months where she’d plagued my thoughts, both in my personal and professional life. I’d resolved to never take another booking from her, I’d never gotten emotionally attached to a client before, it didn’t bode well for me. Especially not when she obviously just saw me as the guy she paid to take her virginity and nothing else. I didn’t take rejection well. When I read that her co-star Daron Beck had set his sights on her and planned to accompany her to their movie premiere next week, it made my blood boil. His reputation for sleeping with his leading ladies was nearly as legendary as my reputation for being the best in the business. He, on the other hand, wasn’t so respectful of women. The thought of him putting his hands on her, if he hadn’t already, or treating her badly, made my mind up. I was about to do something I’d never done. Take a former client out without her paying me, and I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Next week I’d be accompanying Summer to her premiere, whether she liked it or not.

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