Chapter Twenty-Four
With her tote bag slung over her shoulder, Fiona strode through the back hallways of the hotel, heading for the staff-only exit to the street. She wore regular clothes—her fetish gear stashed in the bag—but she still preferred not to bump into anyone so she didn’t have to lie about where she was going.
It had all happened pretty quickly. The previous evening, she’d received a phone call from Logan, letting her know he and James were coming into town for a last-minute meeting on Friday morning and had brought forward some other meetings to make their time in town more productive. They were free on Friday evening, however, and wanted to take her to another fetish event—at a different place, this time, as the event they attended last time wasn’t on again for another coup
