Page 70 of Trusting Her Bear

“Why don’t we all go?” Sally suggests, staring at Kade and Cash.

“I don’t think so.” Quinn pulls me tighter.

“Come on, bear. Don’t be the killer of fun,” Sally pouts. “If we all go, Steph won’t be alone. We could go to the panthers’ club. They have excellent security.”

“Why not Ryker and Bash’s club?” Marie asks.

“Because I won’t be responsible for this train wreck,” Bash mutters.

“Bash,” Marie says, and he narrows his eyes. “So, the panthers club,” she says quickly.

“Sounds like a plan,” Sally says, clapping her hands.

“No. There is no plan,” Quinn says, and it’s my turn to look at him.

“Quinn,” I say softly, turning to face him. I wrap my arms around his waist, propping my chin on his chest. “I think it will be fun. I promise not to leave your side.”

“What if you have to use the bathroom?” he shoots back.

“I’ll take the lion, vampire, rabbit, and my sister, a bear, with me. Not to mention, I am a bear. I am not helpless,” I throw back. “Plus, I doubt you will let anything stop you from coming into the bathroom to rescue me.” I quirk an eyebrow.

“True,” he agrees reluctantly.

“I want to have a night out with my mate.” I blink slowly a couple of times. “I promise to obey every command.”

“You would do that anyway,” he says low.

“I’ll do it faster.” I grin.

He looks up and around the room. “If anything happens, I’ll kill all of you,” he threatens.

“I’ve heard that before,” Micah says.

“Me too,” Sally says.

Quinn cups my neck. “You will be a good girl,” he says.

“What happens if I’m not?” I tease.

“Try it, and you’ll find out,” he rumbles.

I’m curious. I might have to try being a bad girl.

Chapter Fifteen

Stephanie

Idon’t think Quinn is having fun.

After the decision was made, we separated from the guys. They stayed downstairs, discussing the information they were looking through. I had a moment of panic once we reached the apartment—I couldn’t let them see the closet. Breeane suspected something off, but they took it well when I refused to let them in the bedroom, making up the bullshit excuse that I didn’t want them to see the mess.

Every clothing option I came out with was promptly shot down. I didn’t blame them. I hadn’t gone shopping for a long time, and I didn’t have anything nice. It might be silly, but I wanted to dress nice for Quinn.

Marie left to search her closet since she was the closest to my size.

I tug self-consciously at the hem of the dress she loaned me. She is taller than I am. It’s worth it when I remember the look on Quinn’s face when I walked toward him. The dress hugs my body tightly. The little straps crisscross over my shoulders and across my back. It’s a deep red that contrasts wonderfully with my black hair.

Quinn’s arm is banded across my waist as I sit on his lap. Marie led us through the club to the far corner, where a long seating area was empty and waiting for us. Two steps separated us from the dance floor, and we sat on an L-shaped, modern-looking couch with a long, low table in front of it. My mate claimed the corner of the connected couches and hadn’t let me budge an inch.

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