Action (DNF)

Chapter 30: Hillside

Part two of George in a blindfold. Is he in some sort of sex dungeon? You'll have to read it and find out.
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George POV.

I was about to get out of the car when we got to wherever the blond was taking me for our date, but Clay told me to stop. His instruction confused me, but he handed me a blindfold and told me to put it on, before also saying that he had to go and check on something first and for me to wait here.

As I went to tie the blindfold around my face I heard him getting out of the car, and while I was tempted to take off the blindfold and look around I didn’t. A few minutes passed as I just waited for him to return, and eventually he did.

He opened the door and said some simple words just to let me know where he was before putting his hand on my shoulder so that he could guide me and I wouldn’t trip over anything. I listened to the blond as he told me to undo my seatbelt before stepping out of the car, and I felt relaxed as I could sense him close by.

Beneath my feet there was the sound of gravel, and I tried to figure out where we would be but couldn’t come up with anything. “Start walking this way,” Clay instructed softly, directing me away from the car and the way that it had come.
“Where are we Clay?” I asked, although I knew that he wouldn’t answer.

“Just a minute George,” was his response, not surprising me at all. “Then I will let you take off your blindfold. Just wait a minute.” I reluctantly fell quiet, allowing myself to be guided as one of his hands held my arm and the other was pressed on the small of my back.

“Are you just taking me somewhere so that you can murder me?” I asked. “Did you get me to dress up nicely and buy me flowers so you can stab me out in the middle of nowhere?”
“Yes, absolutely.” Clay responded sarcastically. “I brought you flowers and dressed myself up prettily because I want to shoot you.”

I chuckled at his words before his hands shifted and he moved closer to me. “Okay,” he continued. “I am going to take you up a hill, just letting you know.” I nodded at him, a way of showing that I understood what was going on and what he was doing too. We moved slowly so that I wouldn’t end up tripping.

After a while the hill flattened out, and the blond’s grip on me loosened. I let out a small breath under the reassurance that I wouldn’t trip over and a couple of moments later Clay’s hands moved off of me completely. “Okay George, you can take off the blindfold now.” He said, before I heard some quiet footsteps moving away from me.

I did as he said, moving my hands to the back of my head and fumbled to undo the knot that I had made when I tied it up a few minutes prior. When I finally got it off I pulled the fabric down with both hands, my gaze being low as I did, however I raised it up to look around at my surroundings.

When I saw what was there I let out a gasp. We were on a hill, which was obvious from the fact that Clay had obviously walked up here with me. The Winter had seemingly subsided even more than it had when I left, allowing some sun to bathe the hill we were on along with the landscape beyond it.

Clay was sitting underneath the lone tree on the hill, one which I would have loved to climb for hours at a time as a child. He was sitting on a picnic blanket with a basket full of food beside him, and a guitar… for whatever reason. It was a small scene, exactly like how I wanted it to be and I walked over to join him. “Is this what you planned?” I questioned.

He seemed somewhat concerned by how he was reacting cautious about it, as though I would make a comment about how it was a terrible idea, but I didn’t. I thought that it was sweet. Regardless though, Clay nodded. “You said that you wanted something small,” he smiled. “I figured this would be something that you would like. One on one, no crazy exes or paparazzi or anything.”

“It’s perfect.” I reassured as I sat down beside him. “But I didn’t figure that someone as rich and famous as you would know what a small date would be.” I then took a moment to glance around at the area. “And to be honest, this feels like something out of one of those cliche romance movies Wilbur rants to me about.”

“Rude.” The blond scoffed before opening the picnic basket that he brought with him. “Now, I have got some food that I hope you like, and I brought a bottle of some high quality wine for the two of us.” I really should have told him that I didn’t want too much time or money spent on me when he told me about this date.

“Clay, I appreciate it, but I don’t actually drink alcohol.” I also pointed out as he began pouring himself a glass.
“But what about when we were at the auction the other week. You had some wine then.”
“You stressed me out. That was a coping mechanism.”

“And you’re a bartender? What kind of person works around alcohol but never drinks it?” He responded, although not pouring me a drink. “It’s fine though, I brought a bottle of juice as well, although that is considerably less romantic.”

“Don’t worry George, I had us booked into a nice little hotel fifteen minutes down the road,” he explained. “I had figured that it might get a bit heated and we wanted to do something somewhere private before going back home.” He explained simply as he poured me a glass of orange juice.

“Well isn’t that just classy.” I rolled my eyes. “But I’m not someone who has sex with a guy a week after meeting him.”
“Don’t worry I am kidding. I booked it because I didn’t want us to drive if we got too drunk.”
“That’s responsible of you.” I replied, before taking the glass of juice from him.

“Now, what of this delicious selection of foods I brought for you would you like to try first?” He questioned while motioning to the baskets. I was pleasantly surprised by the range of food he had brought. There were sandwiches, cupcakes, fresh fruit, chocolates, and a dozen other things further down which I couldn’t see from just looking in.

“This is a lot,” I let out a half-hearted laugh. “I guess we could have some sandwiches to start off with, if that’s what you would like to do.”
“Whatever makes you happy.” He hummed. “I didn’t know what flavours you would like though, and so I brought quite a few.”

“Clay-” I began with a disapproving tone, before cutting myself off with a shake of the head. It was honestly sweet, seeing the way that he was acting. I stopped saying anything though as he showed me the range of sandwiches he brought, everything from ham and cheese to bacon and egg.

I rolled my eyes at how many there were before taking a ham and cheese sandwich and thanking him.
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