Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: The New Man

No one's working.

Everyone's eyes are trained toward Scott's office. Their lips are moving, spreading rumors and speculation.

Far too many glance at me before resuming their whispers.

Maybe sitting in here is a bad idea, after all. It's just making them go wild with their unsubstantiated assumptions.

Grabbing my things, I slip out of the office, heels clicking against the polished floor.

A tide of eyeballs turn my way, and it's everything I can do to keep my face impassive. By some miracle, my cheeks don't flush, despite embarrassment heating the nape of my neck.

My cubicle is a flimsy sanctuary in this hurricane of gossip, and I set my things beside my keyboard with a firm clack, mentally cursing Scott for having his stupid blinds shut. If he didn't, we'd all be able to see what's going on.

Yes, I like gossip—when it doesn't involve me. So sue me. I'm a hypocrite, like most of the earth's population.

Mike's staring at me from the other side of the room, his brows tugged together and lips downturned. Our eyes lock for a brief, awkward moment before I glance away, pretending to focus on my computer screen.

Does he know that Logan's part of SED? Does he think I played dumb about our earlier conversation?

Or is he just another coworker feeding the gossip machine?

I just need everyone to mind their own damn business.

Another muffled thump echoes from behind the closed door.

Gasps ripple through the office like a wave, but I manage to stay composed as my brain flits left and right like a hummingbird, wondering the same thing they are.

What's going on in there?

Logan was furious, but he's also SED. A professional in high-intensity situations.

He can't possibly be beating the snot out of Scott, right?

Everyone's wondering the same damn thing, too.

"Did you hear that?" Marissa from accounting whispers, not quite softly enough. She's one of the few women in this office, and I would have hoped she was on my side.

"I bet it's her new man," Tom replies, his voice dripping with scandalous glee. "Marking his territory. You know how wolves are."

Marissa shushes him, but then continues talking. "I don't think she would bring her lover to her workplace, would she? I mean, she's always so professional..."

Clearly, she's just playing it up for anyone listening. I know the type; they pretend not to be a part of the gossipmongering crew, but they're the shadow leader of it all, spreading rumors with innocent eyelash flutters and shocked gasps.

Somehow, they never know what's going on—while knowing everything that's happened in the last six months.

And how dare they paint me as the villain in this soap opera? It all started as an appointment for anti-magic consultation, okay? The rest of this isn't on me. freewebnøvel_com

Another voice, one I don't recognize, chimes in. "Makes sense. Scott's such a nice guy. Who'd cheat on him?"

Oh, fuck that.

The silence stretches as they share gazes and eye movements. Probably saying things like we'll continue this later, in that universal way we have.

I've avoided awkward situations like this for years because I was known as the Ice Queen—the only female in the office who outright refused to date coworkers. Scott, of course, brought that frigid (as he would say) wall down. And now they must think I'm an easy target.

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