I slapped his arm when he said he would take me to his bed but he claimed to be just joking. But then, I was confused when he took me to his place on the north side of the pack.
“Why here?” I asked.
“Because you need to change your clothes,” he replied.
“And why should I?”
“Because we are going out for dinner.”
“Just the two of us?”
“I am starving, Isabella, so stop asking questions please.”
“But how can I change my clothes here when this is your place?”
“Don’t worry. I was supposed to give it to a friend, but you can have it for now. I will just get something else for her,” he informed me, but the mere mention of a female friend caused my blood pressure to rise.
“A friend or girlfriend?”
“Now you sound like a jealous wife,” he teased me.
“No, I don’t!” I argued.
“You do,” he s
