Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Press Conference

"—and we’re confident these baseless charges will be dropped," Marcus Ashby’s smooth voice fills my living room.

I sink deeper into the couch, my eyes glued to the TV. Logan stands next to his lawyer, his face a mask of stoic determination. He’s perfectly groomed, which probably means all the female viewers are swooning over him. I’ve seen a few videos on social media in the past couple weeks talking about how they’ve fallen in love with a criminal, all over his mugshot.

Now that he’s standing there, live and sexy, I’m sure the internet’s going to go wild.

"Looks like your boyfriend’s making waves," Penelope quips, plopping down beside me.

"He’s not my boyfriend," I mutter, but even I realize that he pretty much is.

The camera pans to a reporter, her perfectly coiffed hair at odds with the intensity in her eyes. She’s like a shark. "Mr. Ashby, there are rumors circulating that the Supernatural Enforcement Division has a history of arresting innocent individuals. Can you comment on that?"

I lean forward, curious to see how Marcus will handle it.

A hint of a smile plays at the corner of Marcus’s lips. "I appreciate your question," he begins, his voice dripping with charm. "However, I think it’s important to focus on the facts of this particular case. My client, Mr. Everett, has an impeccable record of service with the SED. The very notion that he would be involved in any criminal activity is, quite frankly, laughable."

Marcus deftly redirects the conversation. He doesn’t deny the accusation outright, but he doesn’t give it any credence either.

"That lawyer’s an asshole," Penelope mutters beside me.

I tear my eyes away from the screen to look at her. She’s scowling, at odds with the glint of admiration in her eyes.

"But?" I prompt, sensing there’s more to her statement.

Penelope sighs. "But he’s hot. And damn good at his job."

I can’t help but agree. Marcus Ashby is undeniably attractive, with his sharp features and perfectly tailored suit. His voice fills the room again. "We have full faith in the justice system," he’s saying, his hand resting lightly on Logan’s shoulder. "Mr. Everett looks forward to clearing his name and returning to his duties protecting our community."

The news segment ends, shifting to a perky weatherman discussing an incoming cold front. I reach for the remote and mute the TV.

"So," Penelope drawls, turning to face me. "What’s your next move?"

I blink at her. "My next move?"

She rolls her eyes. "Come on, Nikki. You’re going to investigate, aren’t you? Clear your man’s name?"

"Maybe." A smile tugs at my lips. "I just don’t know where to start. For now, I’ll just put my trust in his lawyer."

* * *

Another inquiry pops into my inbox with a cheerful ’ding’. I suppress a groan and click it open, scanning the contents without enthusiasm.

This time, it isn’t a customer, but one of my co-workers. I guess they’re going to start pretending I’m a real person again.

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