Page 30 of Her Vampire, His Ruin

Logan steps back, running a hand over his face. He glares at Henrietta, then settles his gaze on me. “Get her out of here before I do something I’ll regret.”

“Ignore him. I was just getting somewhere,” Henrietta protests, throwing him a wink.

“This fucking woman,” Logan grumbles, glaring at her. “She wouldn’t recognise danger if it slapped her in the face.”

“I know what part of your anatomy I’d like slapping my face,” she replies with a chuckle.

Logan takes a step forward as though he’s about to lunge at her.

“You stay right there,” I warn, holding my hand up and shoving Henrietta behind me at the same time.

Of course, she refuses to stay put, proving Logan right as she nudges me to the side and plants a hand on her hip.

“Oh, stop it. Don’t pretend you weren’t enjoying yourself.”

“You call that enjoyable?” he asks, shaking his head. “You were talking so much I could barely hear myself think.”

“Correction, you were playing hard to get, and I was thoroughly enjoying teasing you,” she throws back, taking a step towards him. Unbelievably, he steps back.

“Get. Her. Out. Of. Here.”

“Come on, Henrietta. It’s time to go,” I say, tugging on her arm.

“But I was just getting started,” she says, fluttering her lashes at Logan, who grinds his teeth so hard I swear I can hear a tooth crack. Even if she’s unbothered by his anger, I sure as hell don’t want to see what happens when he finally snaps.

“This is not a game you should be playing, and especially not with me,” Logan grinds out.

“That’s enough, Logan. Go outside and cool down,” Dorian says, stepping into the hallway behind us.

“Gladly,” Logan snaps, storming towards a door at the end of the corridor with a neon exit sign hanging above it. He slams his palm against the door, cursing under his breath as he leaves.

“He’s totally in love with me,” Henrietta says, swooning a little.

“I warned you. Henrietta is very good at getting under people’s skin,” I say, rounding on Dorian.

“She’s not the only one,” he replies, dropping me a heated stare that only serves to remind me he just denied me an orgasm.

“Okay. I’m done with this tonight. Let’s go, Henrietta.”

“What about dessert? I was rather looking forward to it.”

“I’ve already had mine,” Dorian says, his lips jerking up in a cocky smile I have the urge to slap off his face.

Henrietta huffs, folding her arms across her chest. “You ate dessert without me? Well, that’s just rude.”

Dorian lifts his finger to his lips and trails it across his mouth. “Actually, I just had a taste, and I can tell you it was delicious⁠—”

“Say another word and I’ll sock you one,” I snap.

Henrietta picks up on the not-so-subtle hints Dorian’s dropping and she grins, poking me in the side.

“Oh, girl. Finally, you’re having some fun.”

“Oh, shut up,” I retort, dragging her past Dorian and back into the restaurant.

“Please tell me you rode that man’s hand until you⁠—”

“I swear, Henrietta, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to hand you over to Logan and let him do whatever the hell he wants to you,” I hiss, shoving open the door of the restaurant and stepping outside.