CHAPTER 129: KINDS OF CLUBS

She choked at his words, her eyes watering as she looked up at him, an incredulous look on her face, as she downed the glass of water he offered her.

"I know I said you looked at me like I was an antelope, but you will not refer to me as an antelope, understood?!" She reprimanded Tristan who looked like he was going to burst if he didn’t let out the laughter that bubbled in his chest and throat immediately.

He tried as he possibly could to tone down the weight of the laughter he had been harbouring, but with ever cackle he let out, it got harder and harder.

"Stop laughing." She gritted with a crimsoned face, but he really couldn’t stop, no matter how hard he tried.

Extremely embarrassed, she shoved a whole piece of pancake into her mouth, hoping it could choke her to death, since apparently that was the only way she could escape him.

"I’m so sorry." He said, soft chuckles interrupting his words. When she didn’t reply, he nudged her ankle with his, earning a glare which caused laughter to come up again, but he managed to put that one down before he was going to be buried six feet under.

"Baby, c’mon." He cooed, massaging her toes with his.

"Leave me the hell alone." She said without sparing him a glance.

"You know I’d never do that, Princess. It’s till death do us apart." He said causing her to glare at him. "Okay, okay. I’m really sorry." He raised his hands in surrender. "I was joking. Please."

Rolling her eyes, she took a huge sip of her orange juice, silently wishing it was something that could douse the embarrassment she felt.

"Fuck off." She said, letting bit of humor slip into her voice.

He smirked at her words, blowing her a kiss, that earned an eye roll. Unrelenting, he anchored his feet around the legs of her chair, pulling it closer to the table so her stomach was pressed lightly against it.

"What are you doing?" She asked with a confused look, but got no replies.

He withdrew his feet from the chair legs to her actual legs, lifting them one by one to his lap.

Speechless, she watched him cover her cold toes with his warm hands, massaging them so softly, a moan almost slipped from her lips.

She watched him do his thing, oblivious of what words to say, the atmosphere between them becoming calm and light.

"What would you love to do today?" He asked, looking up at her, his gaze soft and warm, just like his hands and how they made her feel.

Swallowing, she breathed, easing the knots that were tightening in her stomach. "I don’t know." She said, her gaze on the large, veiny, scarred, calloused hands that massaged her feet. "The only place I know I wanted to go to was the Chocolate Palace, and I already did."

"So, you’re up for whatever I have to offer?" He asked, giving her a questioning look.

"Yeah, I guess." She said, shrugging, her voice lighter than she had expected it to be.

"Okay, then." He said, looking away briefly to her other leg he was about to start massaging. "Have you ever been to a party? An adult party. Not the one where the punch is spiked." He asked, and she shook her head in response.

"Okay." He said, nodding. "How about a club?" He asked, and she shook her head again in response.

"Been wanting to, but since Kevin left, I haven’t had anyone to go with." She explained, her voice sounding calmer than before.

He nodded in response, content filling his heart as he took notes of the effects of his foot massage. "Do you have any kind of club in mind that you’d love to attend?" He asked, his gaze completely on her now as he gauged her reaction.

"There are different kinds?" She asked, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah, there are. There is the normal groovy club, the strip club, the gay strip club, the nude club and.." He paused, peering at her as if waiting for a reaction.

"The BDSM club." He said tentatively, watching as something flashed in her eyes, lingering for a second before disappearing.

Scrapping back his composure, he looked down to her feet on his lap, massaging her big toe. "Which one do you think you’d like to see?" He asked, lifting his gaze slowly to meet hers that quickly went to the side, avoiding him.

She looked like she was reflecting so he decided to give her some time.

And true to his thoughts, she was actually reflecting. Or thinking, whichever one you choose to call it.

She scolded herself mentally for letting the assignment they had given her to slip her mind. They had asked her to check out something. Something that obviously mattered to them, but she hadn’t.

’We’ve been busy, and they understand.’ Maria chimed.

’So busy we couldn’t click one damn link?’ She asked, frustration in her voice.

’Yes, Bethany. So busy we couldn’t click it.’ Maria clipped, annoyance lacing her own voice. ’If you’re so sad, you can choose the BDSM club. Consider it part of your research.’ She said after a few seconds, purring at the feeling that they might like what they would see there.

’Okay.’ Bethany responded. She turned Maria out, not wanting to hear anymore of her purring.

"What did she say?" Tristan asked when he saw the glaze in her eyes disappear.

Chuckling lightly, she couldn’t help but look down at her hands. "I’d love to go to the BDSM club." She said, causing his eyes to widen a bit at her choice.

He had hoped she was going to pick it, but definitely didn’t expect that she would, since she hadn’t checked it out yet.

"Why?" He couldn’t help but ask, earning a confused look from her. "I know you’ve been too busy to check it out. You barely even have time to call your parents." He explained.

"Oh." She muttered, musing at the fact that her wolf had been in fact correct.

"Consider it as the beginning of my research then." She said, and he couldn’t help but swallow.