Page 27 of Her Vampire, His Ruin

“And you made a reservation for four?” I ask, throwing a look over my shoulder at Henrietta, whose eyes are wide with delight.

She’s loving this. Logan, on the other hand, looks like he’s in pain. I’m not sure what’s up with him, but every time Henrietta brushes against him, his nostrils flare and his body stiffens.

“Initially, the restaurant was expecting the two of us, but when I found out you were here with Henrietta, I decided we’d all eat together given you apparently don’t feel safe enough to be alone with me.”

“That’s not how I….” My voice trails off as Dorian gently presses his hand on my lower back, guiding me through the door. I step out onto the street, Henrietta and Logan following us.

“So, what’s the plan?” Henrietta asks, completely oblivious to the fact Logan has put at least six feet between them.

“We’re all going to dinner,” Dorian responds, shifting his gaze to Logan, who mutters something under his breath.

“This night is just getting better and better,” Henrietta says as she rushes to Logan’s side, twines her arm around his, and does this happy little dance I would find amusing if it weren’t for all the tension. “Well, lead the way, gorgeous,” she adds, motioning towards Dorian.

“Gorgeous?” Logan scoffs.

“Don’t go getting jealous, Angel. I think you’re hot too,” Henrietta says, beaming up at him.

“I’m not an angel. I’m a⁠—”

“Let’s go,” Dorian snaps, cutting Logan off as he presses his hand into the small of my back once again. We head towards a Bentley with blacked-out windows parked on the other side of the street. It’s as sleek and impressive as Dorian himself. When we reach the car, and Dorian holds open the door for me, I hold my hand up.

“I just need to speak with Henrietta for a second.”

Dorian nods, then motions towards Logan and says, “Make sure the landlord knows to ban those pricks. You know what to do.” Then he returns his attention to me as Logan strides off. “I would really like to take you both to dinner. No expectations. I hope you’ll do me the honor.”

Dorian climbs into the car without another word. When the doors slam shut, I round on Henrietta, but before I can even say anything, she shakes her head vigorously.

“We are going to dinner with those two hotties, and you’re not going to worm your way out of this.”

“Aren’t you picking up on the vibes? These men are dangerous, Henrietta.”

“Dangerous for our vaginas, you mean? Which obviously translates to a damn good night. Besides, don’t you dare tell me you’re not turned on by it. I saw the way you were looking at Dorian.”

“Henrietta,” I warn, but she’s already pulling open the door to the car and sliding into the front passenger seat, her grin a mile wide.

Seconds later, the back window slowly lowers. “Get in the car, Edie,” Dorian says.

Oh, hell no. He’s not going to order me around. “Please,” I say.

“What?”

“If you want me to get into the car with you, Dorian Crow, say please.”

A muscle in his jaw flickers. “Please, Edie. Would you get in the car?”

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” I reply, before tugging the door open and sliding into the seat next to him.

Chapter 7

Edie

“That was better than sex,” Henrietta groans, settling back in her seat as she smiles languidly, her plate empty in front of her.

The four of us are sitting in a private booth in a restaurant that doesn’t even have the prices listed on the menu. It’s that expensive. The whole place screams exclusivity, and I suspect most people dining here are the wealthy elite.

“Then you’re not having the right kind of sex,” Logan retorts, the low lighting throwing his face in shadow and making him seem even more intimidating. Not that Henrietta has noticed. In fact, she’s oblivious to the danger oozing from him. Actually, scratch that, she’s positively lapping it up.

“Are you propositioning me?” she teases, dabbing her lips with her napkin. “Because I’m more than willing to test your theory.”