Biker for the Night (For The Night #6)
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‘Fuck, fuck, FUCK,’ I yelled, as I slapped my hand to my forehead. I’d upgraded my bloody personal iPhone by moving network providers and had changed my number at the same time, the day before I turned up at Summer’s premiere. I must have written my old number down out of habit, it was ingrained on my memory after so long, whereas I still hadn’t memorised my new one. I grabbed my new phone to look for the right number, I’d already programmed hers in after she left last Sunday, but of course she didn’t know I had it, that Ian had “sourced” it for me. Did I risk pissing her off even more, calling her on a number I shouldn’t even have? I decided I was skating on thin ice as it was and grabbed my work phone again, hitting reply to her email. So much for me slamming the door in her face, I was like an over eager puppy where Summer was concerned, however much I’d protested I was done with her, she had me by the balls and I knew it. All this time she’d wanted to see me and I’d been wallowing in self-pity, instead of being the dominant guy I was and not taking no for an answer. ‘Idiot,’ I muttered, as I quickly tapped a response.
Summer, you’ve no idea how happy I am to hear from you. You didn’t read me wrong, I’m not playing games, I promise you, on my mother’s life. And I love her dearly, I don’t care how unmanly I sound admitting that to you. I changed private phones, and numbers, the Saturday of your premiere and must have automatically written down my old number by mistake. I’m so sorry. You didn’t get it wrong and you’re not pathetic, I am, for being stubborn and defensive in asking you to give up your career without me being willing to do the same. With a client I’m in the zone, I know how to act and behave because there’s no emotional attachment. With you, well I’m kind of out of practice with wooing a girl that I really like. I’m human and I fucked up, badly, I know it. I do want to meet, you have no idea how much, but I’ll prove it. If you don’t call me back on the number below in the next hour, I’m going to drive over to your parents and hammer on your damn door until I break it down if that’s what it takes to see you again. And you’re not one of many, you’re the only, on a God damn pedestal Summer Beresford. No one even comes close angel. Don’t make me run out of oxygen a second time. Logan
I added my new phone number and pressed send with shaking fingers and a deep exhalation. I tossed that phone aside and picked up my new one, pacing back and forth as I watched it, biting my lip. It was ten minutes before her name came up, the longest ten minutes of my life.
‘Summer,’ I answered with a sigh. ‘Thank God.’
‘My parents can’t afford a new front door, Logan. So, after thinking it over, I figured it was easier to call than to wait and see if you were messing with me again.’
‘I’m not messing with you,’ I replied, as I closed my eyes and luxuriated in her soft sexy tones over the phone. God I’d missed her.
‘How can I be sure?’ she asked, her voice wavering. I grimaced. I’d hurt her, being so damn stubborn last Sunday about my career and then unwittingly giving her the wrong number.
‘Because as soon as we agree a date and you put the phone down, I’m going to screen print a text I sent to another male escort, asking him to meet me to discuss taking on all of my clients. I’m giving it up, Summer.’
‘For me?’ she whispered, an element of hope evident in her voice.
‘For both of us. Until I met you I didn’t know what I was missing. It’s like I’d found a niche that I fitted into being an escort and I’d have happily carried on like that forever.’
‘And now?’
‘I thought you’d changed your mind about me, about getting to know me. It shattered me. It made me realise that I wasn’t happy, it was just an illusion masked by the perks of the money and the gifts I was given. It turns out escorting was just something to tide me over until I met someone who could offer me more.’
‘And you think that could be me?’ she asked, quietly.
‘No,’ I replied and heard her take in a sharp breath. ‘I know it is you. Don’t ask me how, I’ve no idea how you’ve got to me so badly, but you have. Now I have your number, if I’m not allowed to knock down your parents’ door, I’ll ring and text you constantly until you agree to a date, if you block my number I’ll come for you. Trust me, there’s nowhere on earth I won’t find you Summer, wherever the hell you try and hide I’ll drag you out kicking and screaming if I have to. I’m not walking away again.’
‘Logan,’ she sighed, as her voice cracked.
‘It’s not Logan, angel. If I need to earn your trust again I’ll start right now. I told you before that Logan Steele is my professional name, and this stopped being a business transaction the minute I kissed you and you woke me up from the haze I was living in. I’m Sleeping bloody Beauty, Summer. You woke me up, with a damn kiss.’
‘You’re Sleeping Beauty?’ she giggled. ‘Even you wouldn’t look good in a dress.’ I grinned, she was thawing, I could feel it. ‘So what is your name? You were on the verge of telling me last time weren’t you? Actually wait, you’ll have to lie to me if it’s Anthony, I couldn’t bear to call you Anthony.’
‘No, not Anthony,’ I reassured her. Me having the same name as the dickhead who tried to rape her would suck. ‘My initials are actually the same, LS.’
‘Logan I … I don’t want to do this over the phone. If you’re going to be honest with me I need to look into your eyes, I believe you when I’m looking in your eyes. Can we meet and talk? You can tell me your name in person, but make it soon. I begin filming again in a few weeks and my schedule’s going to get crazy.’
‘How about today?’ I replied, as a big smile spread across my face to have her agreement. I didn’t care I’d been awake all night, sleep could wait. Summer couldn’t. ‘I have plans this evening, but I’m free now.’
‘Clients?’ she gasped.
‘No!’ I shot back, ‘I’m done. I promised last time that I wouldn’t lie to you, Summer. It’s a meeting with my colleague, Trey, to discuss a financial agreement for taking them all off me, you’ll see when I send you the screen print. Call it my retirement fund, it’s important.’ I scrunched up my face, praying she wouldn’t ask when I’d last had a booking, telling her I’d fucked a client only five hours ago might crush her. Regardless of whether I’d come or not, I didn’t think the distinction would matter to her. I wouldn’t lie if she asked, but I wasn’t going to volunteer it.
‘Ok, but you’d better not be messing with me, this is it, no more chances. I’m at home, my parents are out, but don’t get any ideas. This is a strictly platonic relationship for the foreseeable future, getting to know each other for real. I couldn’t … I couldn’t sleep with you again until I fully trust you, in all areas. I also need to understand your sexual preferences with this Beady sex stuff and feel comfortable enough to maybe want to be your girlfriend.’
‘BDSM,’ I chuckled.
‘Whatever, pedantic domineering sexpert,’ she replied, with a teasing voice. ‘I’m serious about what I just said though, if you can’t handle that, we call it quits now. Friends first and maybe in time we can take it further.’
‘Angel, if I have to wait a damn year for you to be my girlfriend, it’ll be worth the wait, but understand that there is no maybe about it. Platonic or not, you’re mine from this moment on. You won’t be looking at anyone else let alone dating them. I’m hanging up right now because I need to see you, sooner than later, and the longer we talk the longer it is until I see that beautiful face of yours again. But if you think I’m not kissing you today, after the week from hell wondering why you hadn’t called me, think again, Summer Beresford.’
‘See you in a while then, platonic non Logan Steele,’ she whispered breathlessly, making my cock painfully stiffen in seconds.
‘See you in a while, angel.’ I quickly terminated the call and punched the air, exhilarated. I took a picture of the text I’d sent to Trey and emailed it to her as proof, then ran to get dressed with a ridiculous grin threatening to crack my face. Logan Steele was all about sex, and while he ma
y be a larger part of me than I’d ever cared to admit, I was going to show her that I could be different to the escort. She’d see that I could be respectful of her platonic wishes, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to woo her arse off in the meantime. I may have no idea where we’d end up, but today was a new start, a chance with her, which was a damn sight more than I had even an hour ago.
Today, at last, I was a happy man, there was no point regretting the past or worrying about the future. I just needed to take things one step at a time and see where they led.
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For the Night Series
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Dominant for the Night
It had been fourteen months since I slept with Eve Myers, during her “Biker for the Night” fantasy. Fourteen months since I’d last slept with a client. She’d been the last I’d taken before signing them all over to my colleague Trey Douglas. I was resolved that I’d put those days behind me, that I was “going straight” with my personal training, that I’d never take another booking again. That was until I received an email request out of the blue, where my services were required to be a dominant for the night, to educate my client in the ways of BDSM. Now that was an offer I couldn’t refuse. It was time to bring Logan Steele, renowned escort, creator of fantasies, bestower of mind blowing orgasms, out of retirement. The only thing I knew for sure was that once this night was over, nothing would ever be the same again. This could be the appointment that changed my life. I was risking everything I held dear and I had no idea whether it would change everything for the better or for the worse.
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