Never remove your mask. No questioning the staff. No pictures.
I’d just as soon treat my birthday like any other day. I’d rather be home falling madly, deeply in love with my latest book boyfriend, but my two best friends have other plans. The kind that requires a tiny black dress, masks, secret codes. The kind of plan that knocks me squarely out of my comfort zone.
The Blue Gate is cloak and dagger mystique, dim lighting, soft music, and open-door fantasies. A place, I was set to leave with my inhibitions intact until he walked in. Tall, lean with dark tousled hair, hot…. He’s even got the broody, tortured musician vibe.
For once, I want the fantasy.