For the Night: Complete Box Set Read Free

and blow dry, to turn my straight blonde locks into smooth
shining sexy waves. I’d purchased an electric blue rubber mini dress, with a
silver zip at the rear and a green lace matching underwear set, to enhance my
green eyes. It was coming up to eight o’clock by the time I was done, and I
could feel myself dampening at the thought that Logan was waiting for me down
in the bar and that I’d have his cock buried inside me soon. He’d better be as
good as I’d heard and he’d promised, or I’d sue the hell out of him for breach
of contract.
     

     

 
The Bar

    Logan
    The limousine dropped me
off at the hotel entrance and I looked up impressed. This place was huge and
very obviously expensive. As instructed I reported to Edward, the concierge on
duty, who discretely took my overnight case and directed me to the Champagne
bar. I strode over, checking my reflection in the frosted glass doors as I
passed. I adjusted the cuffs of my shirt under my jacket sleeves and ran a hand
through my black, unruly with an edge of cool, hair. I smiled politely as a
blonde stumbled as she passed me, too busy checking me out to see the small
step in the marble floor. Logan Steele, you’ve still got it, I thought
as I approached the bar and turned heads. Women wanted me, men wanted to be me,
I was used to getting this sort of reaction when I was in my workout gear, but
with a suit the attention was more pronounced. Even more so tonight, as I was
in a sharply tailored suit that I’d had made to measure in Bond Street as part
of Camilla’s requirements.
    ‘Still water, twist of lime, no ice,’ I asked the
bartender who nodded and pushed a paper coaster towards me as I sat sideways to
the bar, ensuring I had full view of the entrance.
    ‘Alcoholic?’ enquired a redhead as she sidled up
beside me and put her hand on my firm bicep.
    ‘Not at all. I’m meeting someone and want to be
clear headed for the evening I have planned for her.’
    ‘Lucky lady,’ she sighed and moved onto another
single male who gave me a grateful smile of thanks for refusing her.
    ‘Your water, Sir.’
    ‘Thank you, keep the change.’
    ‘Thank you, Sir,’ he smiled. I always paid as if
it were an expensive short, otherwise I’d just look cheap.
    ‘You’re welcome.’
    ‘Meeting Miss Domville?’ he enquired quietly as he
polished a glass.
    ‘What would make you think that?’ I asked, raising
my eyebrow in return. Client discretion was paramount.
    ‘All staff likely to see you with her have been
warned to keep quiet, to ensure that it does not get back to her father.’
    ‘The staff are more scared of his daughter than
the great man himself?’
    ‘The great man himself doesn’t have sex with his
staff and keep the recordings to blackmail them with, Sir.’
    ‘Well I should hope not.’ The report I’d read had
suggested as much, that Miss Domville was not the innocent virgin her father
believed her to be, but a recording was strictly against my policy.
    ‘If one were aware that there were such cameras,
hidden behind the speaker panel in the private lift to the Signature suite, as
well as in the iPhone dock facing the bed in the master suite, the vase of
black orchids in the main bathroom and box tree bush next to the hot tub on the
outer balcony, one could find a way to make sure they avoided their face being
seen.’
    ‘Fascinating,’ I nodded as I slipped him another
tip and received a grateful nod as he stepped away to serve another customer.
So, Camilla was planning on capturing my face and trying to blackmail me? I
wondered what for, it wasn’t as if she needed any extra money. I ran through
the layout of the suite that I’d memorised and calculated how I was going to
avoid her spycams as I sipped at my water and checked the main door again,
before checking my watch. She was late, it was already ten past eight. If she
stood me up it would do me a favour, I’d been paid up front and could avoid the
complications of her scheming, but