Ménage for the Night by C. J. Fallowfield, Book Cover By Design, Karen J

Prologue

    Logan
    My name is Logan Steele. I’m
devilishly handsome, seriously ripped, well hung, charismatic and highly sexed.
Women just can’t resist me. So when I lost my job in the construction industry
and was struggling for cash, I decided to put my assets to good use.
     
    By day I’m a private personal
fitness trainer. By night I’m a high class gigolo.
     
    I don’t advertise my sexual services
anymore, I have a long client list that come to me through word of mouth. I’m
that good, I’m booked months in advance. Scores of women pay me extortionately
high fees to fulfil their fantasies. And for the most part I do. I have a
strict set of rules that I abide by, which are provided in the full contract
that you’ll receive along with the booking form, if accepted. I’ve bullet
pointed an abridged version below, just so you’re clear before you send me an
email request:
     
    Rules my clients must comply with
are:
    I must see a picture in advance.
    I can decline the booking request without
explanation.
    I can only be booked for the night.
    All sexual acts must be consensual.
    I will provide you with a report to
complete, then I will choose the setting for our meeting     based on your
scenario.
    I am flown first class or by private
jet if I am required to work abroad.
    In the event of the above, I will
provide my dietary requirements in advance.
    I will perform a full background
check.
    I base my variable charge on the
scenario being requested.
     
    “No” rules that I stipulate are:
    No bareback.
    No minors.
    No physical violence.
    Nothing illegal.
    No form of emotional attachment
during or after the event. I am merely performing a sexual or companion
service.
    No contact after the event, unless
it is for a new booking.
     
    And my absolute number one rule,
without exception is:
    Full payment up front, which is non-
refundable. There is no requirement for a refund clause, I never fail to
perform.
     
    So, now you are aware of my rules
for the night and are about to contact me, all that remains to be asked is “Who
do you want me to be?”
     

Logan Steele

    I took a deep breath as I checked my
appearance in the mirror again and straightened my dark grey tie, before
shrugging on my light grey suit jacket. It was nearly time to leave for my next
appointment with one of my regulars, Ava Renshaw. I actually had a soft spot
for Ava. She wasn’t like some of my other clients, fake, self-centred and
spoilt. She was a damned attractive brunette, in her mid-forties, but she still
had a killer figure. She was married to money, David Renshaw was a very
successful international banker, but it seemed he was more turned on by his
money than his wife. Their sex life was non-existent, and while Ava didn’t want
to cheat, she was starved of attention and affection, often left at home while
he travelled overseas. She saw hiring me as less of a sin than getting
emotionally involved with another man, I was just providing her with sex where
she was lacking, nothing more nothing less.
    It was clear that I didn’t understand men as well as I
should, being one myself. When you had a woman as attractive as that at home,
who was willing and eager and didn’t lack for skills in bed, why wouldn’t you
want her? It may seem a bit hypocritical of me to praise the virtues of marital
sex, given my main career choice, but that was because I was single. If I was
married to a woman with sex appeal like Ava, I’d be giving her my full
attention on a regular basis, multiple times daily. I buttoned up my jacket and
sighed. It had been nine months since I’d last given my full attention to a
woman. Don’t get me wrong, I’d had plenty of client appointments in the last
nine months, my calendar was always full such was my reputation for being the
best in the industry, but they were duties to be fulfilled. A job in exchange for
financial reward. They didn’t get my full attention, nor should they, or what
would I have left for my