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

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.
     

 
Client Evaluation

    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