Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141: Restraints

Logan won’t stop grinning at me from across the table, and it’s making the tender, perfectly seasoned ribeye taste like cardboard.

Not because of anything the chef did.

It’s all because of him and the pheromones he’s dumping my way.

What tear in my vajayjay? There’s no tear, my brain insists, cajoling me into round two. Maybe on the dinner table. Or the kitchen counter.

The sofa’s good, too. Always fun to desecrate a sof—

No.

Damn it.

Nicole, stop listening to the pheromones.

I cut another piece of steak, placing it in my mouth with mechanical precision while trying to resist the magnetism of Logan’s gaze. It should taste divine, since it’s coming from the five-star restaurant downstairs... but my tongue is too busy craving something else.

Heat crawls up my neck.

Ah, dirty Nicole. You’ve just jumped straight into the gutter.

His elbow rests on the table, chin propped in his hand, eyes never leaving my face.

I deliberately focus on my plate, as if the arrangement of roasted potatoes requires my full concentration. They’re tricky, after all. Too aggressive and they fall apart. Too hesitant and you don’t get through the skin. Yep. Potatoes require all my attention.

"I’m going to have to install some restraints in the bedroom," Logan announces casually, as if commenting on the weather. "For my safety, of course. My mate’s a wildcat."

My fork stabs through a potato like it’s my worst enemy, and the steak lodges in my throat.

I cough violently, reaching for my glass, but it doesn’t help. Liquid flows down the wrong pipe, making everything ten times worse.

My eyes water as I struggle to breathe.

The threat to my life lasts only a second, but Logan’s already by my side, smacking at my back with great big thumps. "You okay?"

My coughing fit subsides, replaced by some sort of strange mix of indignation and the urge to beg him to get on those restraints pronto. What happened to my self-respect?

Gone, apparently. Must have sold itself on the black market for another romp in the hay with an alpha werewolf.

I shrug his hand away, twisting in my chair to glare at him.

"Restraints? Really?"

His eyebrows lift, and his trademark charming smirk returns. "You’re deadly with a pillow."

You have a tear down there, Nicole. Abort all flirting. Back off. You’ll regret it in the morning if you play with this bad boy.

He chuckles. "Fine, fine. That was just me testing the waters."

"Testing the—" I sputter, while my lower body says yes, please, I’ll pass with flying colors, sir.

"You’d be surprised what people reveal when caught off guard."

I narrow my eyes further. "That’s manipulation."

"Strategic conversation." He strolls back to his seat, resuming his over-the-table observation. Elbow on table. Chin in hand. Eyes unblinking. "Your steak’s getting cold."

I lower my gaze to my plate, stabbing at an unsuspecting potato and watching it fall apart. "So. About these restraints..."

"Yes?"

I peek up at him through my eyelashes. "Are we talking about the fuzzy pink handcuff kind of restraints, or where you tie me to the bedposts with rope?"

Logan pupils dilate so fast, I swear I can hear them expanding.

"Neither." His voice drops an octave, rough and gravelly. "I was thinking leather. Custom-made. Reinforced with silver threading for durability."

The temperature in the room spikes. Or maybe that’s just me.

"Silver?" I raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Isn’t that harmful to werewolves?" freēwebnovel.com

"Are you a werewolf?"

My mouth goes dry.

"I didn’t think you were the type," I murmur, focusing intently on cutting another piece of steak.

"To restrain beautiful women? Or to be prepared for all possibilities?"

The knife slips, scraping against the ceramic plate with an unpleasant screech. "Both, I guess."

I’m playing with fire, and I know it. My body is still aching from our elevator encounter, but apparently, my self-preservation instinct has gone on vacation.

A long vacation.

Abort, abort, abort.

My body will die if I let him have his way. I should change the subject. Maybe talk about Princess Paws. Or my magic and how terribly it’s going.

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