FABIO
I placed the fabric slip on the chaise and ignored it while I regarded the wall. As the minutes passed, I became more and more certain that there was no way in hell that I was going to blindfold myself in this space.
My own displeasure was nearly audible as it increased. It sounded like a wave, a roar, and a crackling flame. I closed my eyes, took three long breaths, and then gave my surroundings a closer look.
Soft gray painted the walls, while deep blue covered the chaise. The space resembled a high-end store's dressing room more than a place where males received what, in my opinion, amounted to much more than just a dance.
Only after running my hand over the chaise's plush leather did I find the second note that had been concealed inside the box's blindfold. Put on the f*****g
