Free For the Night: Complete Box Set by C. J. Fallowfield

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