Free Strangers for the Night (For The Night #1) by C. J. Fallowfield Page A

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
    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 system 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 Domville
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 her 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 Camilla. 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
deleted hers immediately and added