Virgin for the Night (For The Night #2) by C.J. Fallowfield Page A

making sure the hollow of my throat was exposed and
pulled on my black suit jacket, to compliment my indigo jeans and black
brogues. Tonight I was committed to playing the part of a suitor who was going
to woo Summer with dinner, then I was going to seduce her, all the while
pretending she was a virgin and teaching her all I could about how to please a
man, as well as pleasing her at the same time. I’d reserved the luxury two
bedroomed penthouse apartment in the Dalton Hotel on Thames Bank, with views of
the London Eye. Not that I planned on letting her see any attraction other than
my cock.
    In her report, she’d written the
phrase “I want you to make love to me, tenderly” and ordinarily I’d have turned
down the booking straight away. I loved sex to be aggressively raw, animalistic
and sometimes rough. Not tender and sweet. But that angelic porcelain face,
with the pink cheeks, perfect lips and bright blue eyes had me just itching to
meet her. In fact, I was already booked up for months ahead when I got her
request, I tried to only see a maximum of two clients a week, but she was very
specific that it had to be this particular date and I was too intrigued by her
to decline. I checked my watch, I’d arrived here far too early, having driven
myself in my own car, while I’d sent my usual driver James to pick up Summer in
the Merc. I rang him to check he was in place.
    ‘Good evening, Sir,’ he answered.
    ‘Evening James, how are you?’
    ‘Excellent thank you, Sir. And
you?’
    ‘Ask me in the morning,’ I
replied.
    ‘I’m sure you’ll have an
excellent evening, as always,’ he chuckled. I smiled, he was one of the few
people, other than my best friend Oliver and Ian, the go-to guy for my clients
background checks, who knew what I really did when I wasn’t a personal trainer
by day.
    ‘I just wanted to make sure that
you were in place and everything was on schedule?’
    ‘Of course, Sir. I’m parked
outside her house now and will knock on the door at precisely the time you told
me with the gifts, then wait until eight p.m. to bring her to the car. Ladies
don’t like to be rushed.’
    ‘No, they certainly don’t. I’ll
see you tomorrow morning, when I bring Miss Beresford down to you for her
return trip home.’
    ‘Yes, Sir. Nine-thirty as
normal.’
    ‘Thanks, James.’ I hung up and reopened
the file for Summer, so I could take another look at her face. I didn’t really
need to familiarise myself with her requirements, other than treating her
gently and respectfully for the evening, she hadn’t made any additional
requests, which was unusual. She’d not even stipulated how many times she
wanted me to perform, all details had been left entirely up to me. With Ian
having given me information on her personal preferences, I’d pulled out all the
stops to ensure that I romanced her like she’d never been romanced before. I re-checked
the bedroom first, straightening the red satin comforter lying across the
bottom of the bed, sprinkling rose petals all over the crisp white Egyptian
cotton sheets and dimming the bedside table lights. I put on the flickering
living flame firelights and lit the Neom sensuous scented candles with a blend
of Ylang Ylang, Frankincense and Patcholi, specifically designed for a warm
heady and relaxing aroma, lighting the ones in the luxuriously appointed
en-suite as well.
    I’d also purchased a number of
relaxation aids, and her own brand of cosmetics for the night and morning, in a
train case. I’d decided instead of taking her out for a meal, I’d impress her
by cooking in, with a menu specifically designed to titillate her senses. After
lighting more candles and setting some mood lighting, I set the iPod dock on
low, ready to play my specially purchased mix of Josh Groban’s classical songs,
which Ian had told me were the most played on her iTunes playlists.
    I glanced at my watch, five
minutes until she was due to arrive. I checked my appearance again, tweaking