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

my
hair into position, adjusting my shirt and my erection. That damn girl had me
hard before she’d even got here. I felt off balance, something didn’t feel
right, I walked quickly through the apartment, checking everything again,
including the kitchen to make sure I’d prepared the food as well as I could in
advance, but everything was perfect. I was nothing if not organised. I
swallowed hard as I realised what it was. I was nervous, which was a first. I
heard a knock on the door and took a deep breath as I wiped my palms on my
jeans.
    ‘Get a grip, Logan. She’s just
a client, like hundreds of clients before her. You can do this, you were born
to do this. ’ I strode to the door and adjusted my throbbing erection again
as I turned the latch and took another deep breath.
     

Summer Beresford

     
    I stepped out of the bath, wrapped myself in a towel and
turbaned my hair, before walking through to my bedroom to get ready. I still
had about ten outfits lying on my double bed, I was a complete bag of nerves. What
was I thinking having booked a damn appointment with Logan? I wondered as I
blew out a sigh. He was quite possibly the most handsome man I’d ever seen, not
to mention how my body had reacted as I saw the professional picture he’d sent
of him showing not just that face, but his incredible body as well. He
was seriously toned, but not in a muscle man contest way, I hated when men had
muscles so large that their veins were virtually popping. Logan was broad
shouldered with a slim waist and hips, deliciously strong looking biceps and
abs that just begged to be caressed. I shook my head at the thought of his sexy
v and the swelling that was visible below his belt and held up my go-to little
black dress and sighed. This was supposed to be a special night, I should
really have gone and purchased a new outfit, something sexy to match the man I
was about to have sex with. I’d just been so busy filming the opening scenes of
the movie I’d landed that I simply hadn’t had time.
    Life had literally changed
overnight. One minute I was doing bar work in clubs at night, to leave my days
free for endless audition after audition for film roles, always being rejected
because I looked “too innocent and angelic.” I’d only managed to get a few walk-on
parts in TV serials, then suddenly I was asked to cast for the female lead in
the erotic romance film version of the popular Broken Promises Trilogy .
At least I’d heard it was popular, I’d never read an erotic romance novel in my
life, which at twenty-two was apparently unheard of. My parent’s, while proud
I’d landed such a major role, weren’t overly impressed when I had to explain
that I’d be filming sex scenes with my bare breasts and backside on display.
I’d been asked to swear I wouldn’t tell Grandma, who’d apparently have a heart
attack. It was a chance in a lifetime though, and if it went well, this would
be my stepping stone in the industry and could set up my family for life. I’d
been paid a considerable signing on bonus, most of which had been used to reduce
Mum and Dad’s mortgage. I’d invested the rest with the exception of one splurge,
Logan. He’d better be as good as my makeup artist on set had told me.
    ‘Summer, there’s a delivery for
you,’ yelled Mum up the stairs. I frowned, I hadn’t ordered anything. I
wondered if it was the film company, maybe sending me flowers to congratulate
me on my first week, that or commiseration flowers to say it wasn’t working
out. I chewed on the inside corner of my mouth nervously as I left my bedroom
and ran down.
    ‘Where have all these come from?’
I gasped as I looked at the elegant looking white boxes in Mum’s arms.
    ‘Do I look psychic?’ she laughed.
‘A well-dressed man just delivered them. Open them and see.’
    ‘Ok,’ I giggled and took the top
one from her. I opened it and gasped, I’d never had flowers delivered before.
This was a single stem delicate calla lily, my