Biker for the Night (For The Night #6) (7 page)

I needed to chill about it, it wasn’t like a
previous client was going to come forward and say what I did for a living, not
unless they wanted to get themselves splashed all over the tabloids as well. I
wouldn’t put it past the conniving Camilla Domville or Yasmin Taylor, my
strangers for the night and filthy for the night bookings, both were devious
and deceitful and I’d been glad to get shot of them, deleting them from my
files, but I half expected one of them to make a move to try and bring me down,
in some sneaky vengeful way. Thank God I had material on Camilla which should
ensure her silence, but Yasmin was another matter. Maybe I’d been too hasty
deleting her file, evidence of our bookings could be the self-protection needed
if she tried anything. I sent another message to Ian to ask if he could
retrieve both of their files and secure them, in the event I was blackmailed. I
shook myself down, there wasn’t any more that I could do, I’d chosen to risk it
that night with Summer, and for what? What did I have to show for it other than
one more perfect night, a bloodied knuckle, a belly full of anger and a broken
damn heart?

I distracted myself by opening the gift box I’d
prepared for Eve, that James had left here for me. I pulled out fresh luxury
underwear, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, along with a cosmetics bag containing
her favourite foundation, mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss, cleanser, toner and
moisturiser. I repacked her latex bra and trousers, wondering if she’d dare to
wear them on a date with Dale. When I picked up her leather jacket, the weight
of it reminded me that she’d smuggled her phone in with her. I quickly
extracted it, taking the time to double check there was no footage of me on
there. I chuckled to myself, here was me worried about my life becoming public
knowledge and I was encouraging Eve to break out of her rut and go public with
someone that would likely create headline news too. Why was I so good at
organising and fixing everyone’s lives and not my own? That was a question that
I’d probably need professional help to answer.

Eve

I woke up to the delicious
smell of piping hot coffee and opened my eyes to see Logan sitting on the edge
of the mattress waving a mug under my nose.

‘Morning,’ he grinned.

‘Morning,’ I smiled back as I sat up and pulled
the duvet around me. ‘What time is it?’

‘Six a.m.’

‘O my God, why so early?’ I groaned, as I grabbed
the hot drink off him and took a big gulp.

‘I still have plans for you.’

‘More sex? Holy shit. You’re worth every damn
penny and more,’ I uttered. I’d woken up at four a.m. and had taken him up on
that offer of missionary sex, but he made it anything other than boring or
routine.

‘Thank you,’ he chuckled. ‘I have no objection to
more sex, but I actually had another idea in mind.’

‘Like what?’ I asked wide eyed. As wide eyed as I
could be on a serious lack of sleep and totally orgasmed out.

‘First you’re going to eat this delicious fresh
croissant I nipped out and got from the bakery nearby, I had to use all my
charms to make them open the door early to sell it to me, then we’re going on
another road trip.’

‘On the bike?’ I asked, as I felt my face light
up.

‘Yes,’ he chuckled. ‘Now drink and eat, I’ve put
fresh clothes for you at the bottom of the bed and a case with all your
toiletries and makeup in.’

‘That croissant smells amazing, incredible as you
are I think I’ll go for food, getting ready and the road trip. One more orgasm
may kill me, Logan.’

‘Understood,’ he nodded. ‘I’ll give you some space
to get ready.’

‘Thanks. For everything,’ I smiled. He gave me
that sexy as hell wink and stood up. He’d changed too, into dark blue jeans and
a crisp white shirt with a pair of leather brogues. I sipped my coffee as I
grinned to myself. He may be able to ride a bike with the speed and apparent
skill of Ricky Carmichael, but Logan Steele wasn’t a hardened bad boy biker. In
fact if I took him home, I think even father would approve. Hot as Logan was
though, and he was scorching, I was already smitten with my own bad boy and
even if Logan wouldn’t admit it, it seemed he was just as taken with a certain
up and coming actress.

‘You’re welcome, I’d better go and check your
car’s ready,’ he replied with another wink over his shoulder, as he jogged down
the stairs. I laughed and tucked into an amazing buttery croissant, I was going
to have to get this bakery to give our cook some tips.

I found Logan on his phone when I headed down and
he quickly hung up and smiled at me.

‘Ready?’

‘I’d say yes, but I’m not sure what I’m agreeing
to.’

‘Road trip, then a proper breakfast.’

‘I had a proper breakfast,’ I reminded him.

‘That was a snack, an unhealthy but delicious
snack. After all that physical exertion last night, you need some proper sustenance.’

‘I think you were the one doing all the exerting,’
I laughed.

‘Trust me, you’ll be happy with my choice,’ he
added, with a mysterious smile as he handed me the leather jacket and motorbike
helmet.

‘Your driver’s meeting me here,’ I reminded him.

‘David? I cancelled him.’

‘I need to be in Chelsea at nine, I promised my
bodyguard Kane I’d meet him at Mimosa, an upmarket Sunday breakfast hangout.’

‘I know it, don’t worry, Kane will find you there
on time.’

‘Are we coming back here?’

‘No and don’t worry about your clothes and stuff,
my driver will bring them in a bag to you there, before nine.’

Logan really was organised, I’d have to pass on
his details to Tiffany, he was worth every single penny. I’d never forget last
night, as long as I lived. He sped down the street, taking charge of the bike
with all the skill of a seasoned champion racer. I idly wondered if there was
anything Logan couldn’t do, as he headed towards the city centre, surprising
me. I wondered where he was taking me? We chatted about his love of Harleys as
we zipped along and watched the city coming to life with dustbin men and street
sweepers cleaning up, shop keepers laying out boxes of fresh fruit and veg
ready for opening time. I lay my head on Logan’s shoulder and closed my eyes as
I tightened my grip around his waist, warming my hands with the heat from his
body. I felt so tired, I knew exactly what I’d be doing this afternoon, having
a well-deserved forty winks.

‘We’re here,’ came the voice through my headset
and I opened my eyes to find Logan had parked up in one of the small squares in
Chelsea.

‘Chelsea? Why are we here, did I fall asleep and
it’s already nine?’

‘No,’ he laughed. ‘We’re having breakfast at
Mimosa’s, then I have a surprise for you.’

‘O my God, that was delish,’ I sighed, as I
cleared my plate of eggs Benedict with extra spinach.

‘Hmmm, I needed that,’ Logan nodded, as he drained
his second coffee. I was amazed at how much the man ate, then again he did work
up one hell of an appetite. He’d had eggs Benedict too, with a “side” of eggs
Florentine and smoked salmon, a tropical fruit salad and two rounds of
wholemeal toast with organic peanut butter to finish off. ‘What?’ he exclaimed,
as I grinned.

‘You have one crazy appetite. So, it’s still only
seven-twenty. Do you have any topics of conversation to fill the next hour and
forty minutes, before Kane arrives and I get an earful?’

‘No, I’ve already settled up, so I’ll be leaving
you here.’

‘On my own?’ I looked at him surprised, as he
stood up and bent over to plant a kiss on my cheek.

‘I enjoyed meeting you, Eve. Here’s your phone
that you weren’t supposed to bring with you,’ he advised as he handed it back
to me. Damn it, I’d forgotten about it and hadn’t even noticed it was missing.

‘Sorry, but Kane would have gone out of his mind
if I’d been stupid enough to lose him and not have some way of contacting him
if I was in danger.’

‘I get that. You may want to consider putting a
passcode on it though, anyone could access your contacts list and send a text
message without your consent,’ he winked. ‘Your surprise will be here shortly.’

‘What did you do?’ I hissed. He just grinned and
saluted me as he headed for the door. ‘What did you do?’ I called, but he
ignored me and strode off. ‘Damn it,’ I muttered. If he’d text my parents to
tell them what I’d just been up to with him, I’d make sure he’d regret it. I
quickly turned it back on and rapped my foot impatiently as it powered up, then
checked my last message and swallowed hard. While I was sleeping, “I’d” managed
to have a text conversation with Dale. ‘O shit, Logan,’ I sighed as I scrolled
down to read the first one.

Dale, it’s Eve. I’m so sorry that I turned you
down all those times you asked me out. I’m ashamed to admit that I was worried
about what my parents would think if it came out that we were dating. You see
I’m not just Eve Myers, I’m Lady Eve Myers and my family have certain
expectations when it comes to a boyfriend for me, but I’ve decided screw them.
I don’t want the sort of guy they deem suitable, I want you, I’ve wanted you
since the moment I first set eyes on you. I can’t stop thinking about you,
fantasising about you and I don’t care whether my family approves or not. I’d
be honoured if you’d forgive me for my short sightedness and meet me at
seven-thirty at Mimosa’s in Chelsea to talk. If at the end of it you feel
inclined to ask me out again, be assured that this time I’ll say yes. Eve x

I’ll be honest too then. After we met one of
Nevada 6 told me who you were, but that’s not why I asked you out, Eve. I wanted
you as soon as I saw you too. If I come you’d better be there and not have
changed your mind again. Dale

You’ve no idea how happy you’ve just made me.
I’ll be here, I promise, on Jax Teller’s life, pre-season seven that is, and
you must know that’s a serious promise for a Sons of Anarchy biker loving girl
like me ;-)

Damn, if you’re swearing on Jax’s life,
pre-dramatic death, you really are serious! Seven-thirty then, looking forward
to it Lady Myers. Your dirty bit of rough on the side ;-) x

O Dale, you have no idea how dirty and rough I
love it! Can’t wait to see you x

Wow, I so struck lucky grinding against your
backside that night. Some lady you are! See you then love x

See you then hot stuff! x

‘Logan bloody Steele,’ I laughed as I shook my
head. Part of me wanted to be mad at him, part of me was thankful that he’d
taken the step that I desperately wanted to, but was too scared to.

‘Who’s Logan bloody Steele?’ came a strong cockney
accent. I took a quick intake of air as my heart started beating wildly.

‘No one you ever have to worry about,’ I smiled,
as I looked up into the chocolate brown eyes of my very own gorgeous biker, one
I hadn’t had to pay for.

‘So, we doing this or what?’ he demanded, as he
shoved a hand through his unruly blond hair.

‘Talking? Sure,’ I nodded, feeling oddly nervous.

‘I meant the kissing thing, I have some seriously
good memories of kissing you and right now my memory tank’s running empty and
needs topping up.’ He grabbed my hand, sparks of energy flowing up my arm as he
yanked me up out of the booth, against his hard body. He grasped my face and kissed
me properly, tongue and all. I flung my arms around his neck as I kissed him
back just as forcefully, not caring that we were in an upper class eatery, I’d
waited too long to do this to care. We laughed as there was a round of applause
as we finally broke apart panting. Dale nudged me back into the leather booth
and sat next to me.

‘Wow,’ I sighed. ‘Tell me you’re free this morning?’

‘For you I’m free all day, and night,’ he added
with a wink, making me laugh. ‘What do you have in mind, love? Rough and
dirty?’

‘Actually rough may well be the theme of the
morning, if you’re feeling brave?’

‘I wouldn’t have contacted you after that first night
if I wasn’t. So?’

‘My bodyguard Kane will be meeting me here at nine
o’clock and I’d like you to come with us to meet my parents.’

‘Holy shit,’ he muttered. ‘Already? They’ll freak
won’t they?’

‘Yes, but I don’t want to see you in secret, if
we’re doing this it’s upfront and above board and if they don’t like it, well …
tough,’ I nodded, shaking internally. I had a feeling Dale and I would work out
just fine, but Logan was right, it was time to break the mould, to show them
who I really was and if I didn’t do it now, I was liable to lose my nerve.

‘Kane’s the guy who hauled me off you by the
scruff of my neck?’ he asked with a frown.

‘Yes,’ I grimaced. ‘Too much?’

‘Please, for a bad boy like me? Doesn’t every
Princess need to have a Prince ready to fight a dragon to win her over?’

‘Hardly a Princess,’ I laughed, as a warm feeling
spread through my body to know he was in. ‘But you don’t need to win me over,
you already have,’ I advised, as I pulled him to me by his battered leather
jacket collar and kissed him again, thanking God for the incredible Logan
Steele.