Having daredevil sex is a powerful aphrodisiac for Logan Carlyle. He’s viewed as the leader on the sales force, but in bed he’s a submissive all the way. Hunter James is just as adventurous as Logan. He’s lower in the sales ranks, but he’s the top when it comes to his relationship with Logan. When Logan’s thrill-seeking desire creates chaos with their careers and severs their relationship, Madame Evangeline’s expertise is required.
1Night Stand. Discretion and results, guaranteed. Madame Evangeline
Logan frowned, wondering whether there was some kind of Las Vegas-style scam hidden in the offer. He pitched the card in the bathroom trash, dismissing the idea.
Wearing only a pair of briefs, he turned back the bed covers. A good night’s rest would do wonders. Tomorrow could be a beast if integrating his company’s resins didn’t go smoothly in the new manufacturing plant. He flipped through television channels until he found the news. While a series of commercials aired, he tapped the keyboard to awaken the laptop.
While reading the mundane emails from work, his thoughts drifted to the business card he’d thrown away. Was it an escort service? He’d never tried one.
Curious, Logan retrieved the card from the wastebasket and typed in the website address. Scanning the pages, clearly 1Night Stand was not an escort service by any stretch of the imagination. He breathed a sigh of relief. Much of what he read interested him. With his finger poised over the request information link, he vacillated between feeling downright dumb and really wanting someone in his life again.
What could it hurt? He clicked.
An instant message popped up from someone named Madame Eve. The message read: I know where Hunter is. If you’re interested, reply.
Logan did exactly that. He typed: Who is this? He waited a minute or two, and got no response. “Must be a fluke.”
His computer screen lit up with a new instant message.
I can help you reconnect with Hunter. I know that’s what you want. Madame Evangeline.
Wary, he wrote back. How do you know me and Hunter?
A reply arrived promptly. You wear your heart on your sleeve. Let me help you. Send me an email with your story. I will help you find the love you’re looking for.
He responded, rapid-fire. I’m not sure I’m in love with him. It’s been a year. It ended badly.
In answer, she wrote: You’ll never know until you look into his eyes.
Logan thought their exchange was ludicrous, but something about Madame Evangeline made him think she knew something. Still cautious, he wrote to her again: I’ll sleep on it.