Page 67 of The Vampire's Storm

He’d touched her once and made her come. Whatever relationships he had with other females were none of her business, and she would be wise to distance herself from him.

She watched as Logan opened the door to a room and guided the female inside. His eyes darted to Brooklyn and glanced around her, keeping his promise to keep her safe.

How stupid she’d been.

Of course, a male like Logan would have multiple females in his world. He was extremely good looking and one of the renowned warriors in this world.

Apparently, they were adored like celebrities.

Hence his ego.

He’d been honest about not wanting to fuck her, but he’d still touched her. Kissed her. As if sampling her.

Was he planning to meet this female tonight and get rid of the frustration from their encounter?

How...disgusting.

Here she’d been eyeing his semi inside his gray sweatpants and nearly having another orgasm when he placed his hands on her hips to lift her onto the treadmill, while Logan was planning to fuck a different woman.

A vampire.

Ugh.

What a jerk.

Brooklyn increased the incline and worked her thighs until they burned.

Give me some Mount Everest level shit, treadmill. I need to get a life and stop choosing bad boys.

She needed to stay focused on work.

They were close to an antidote. However, there were a lot of false starts with these sorts of things. But it was looking hopeful.

Brooklyn had asked Sage if she was okay if she headed home to Seattle next week.

“Oh, it’s not a great time, if I’m honest. Is it urgent?”

Yes and no.

“My parents are talking about moving to the East Coast. It’s complicated,” Brooklyn explained. “Next, they’ll want to see where I work. I’m not sure how to talk them out of it. They aren’t...strapped for cash and I’m their world.”

She had felt stupid explaining but wasn’t sure how to discourage them aside from heading home for a few days.

“Hmm,” Sage said, nodding. “I see.”

“I thought a visit back home for a few days might buy me some time,” Brooklyn shared. “My brother died when we were kids, so they are a bit clingy.”

Sage tilted her head. “That’s really sad. I’m sorry.”

Brooklyn shrugged. “Thanks. It’s why I became a scientist. You know, to try to advance cures for diseases.”

Sage gave her the same smile other people had for years: kind but pitying.

“Anyway, it would be just for a few days. But I understand if the timing is bad,” she added.

“Let me get these samples into testing and I’ll look at the timeline on this latest batch we’re running,” Sage said, lifting her tray.

“Thanks.”

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