'Why the hell are you so nervous?' Xanos, his wolf thundered in his mind. 'You were literally on your knees right now, praying that she picked the' club, and now she did, you are as pale as a frozen chicken.' He said, not bothering to hide his annoyance.
Tristan blinked away his wolf's words, focusing on the women before him.
"Are you sure?" He asked, tentatively, his voice and demeanor low as he studied her features carefully. "What if you end up not liking the things you're going to see there? You haven't been able to check out that stuff." He added.
"You're panicking, Trist." She pointed, taking in the worried look on his face. "It's just a club. I might not like what I'd see there, but I'm very sure I'm going to love whatever you guys choose to do to me. We don't have to do it like they do there. We just have to do our own thing." She assured, softly, keeping her gaze as neutral as possible.
"Besides, it's still part of my research." She added.
