Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Logan’s True Feelings...?

The interrogation leaves me drained.

I lean against Penelope as we exit the building, grateful for her steady presence. Bright sunlight hits my face, warm and comforting despite the autumn chill.

"Don’t look back," Penelope mutters, her voice low. "McSexy’s following us."

I tense, my heart rate spiking. "How do you know?"

She lets out an exasperated sigh. "Do you ever pay attention to your surroundings?"

Before I can retort, a strange figure steps in front of us. A man, holding a silver reflective umbrella despite the cloudless sky, stares directly at Penelope. He’s mildly attractive, pale, and dressed in SED uniform—right up her alley.

"Why are you leaving already?" he asks, his voice smooth and tinged with curiosity.

I glance at my best friend, noticing her startled expression. There’s a flicker of recognition in her eyes. I’m burning with curiosity.

"I’ve been waiting for your call," he continues, his gaze never leaving Penelope’s face.

Realization dawns on Penelope’s face, her eyes widening slightly. She leans in close, her breath tickling my ear as she whispers, "McFlirty."

Ohh.

Logan’s coworker, the one Penelope met at her bar. The guy who doesn’t like him. The one she said was human, if a little pale. Well, he’s definitely not human.

Penelope clears her throat. "Sorry. I’ve been pretty busy. Maybe we’ll catch up soon." Her words are a beacon of hope, despite being a complete lie. Penelope rarely, if ever, has enough curiosity to keep a man around.

She tugs on my arm, trying to maneuver us around Umbrella Guy. But he’s persistent, stepping into our path once more.

With his pale skin and the reflective umbrella, he has to be a vamp. I wouldn’t want to call him, either. No matter how nice or handsome they are, there’s way too much risk of being bitten during the fun bits.

"When are you going to call?" he presses, his tone a mix of playfulness and determination. freewebnσvel.cѳm

There’s a sudden warmth behind me. A strong presence pulls both Penelope and me backward, away from Umbrella Guy. The scent of pine and something distinctly masculine fills my senses, and I know without looking that it’s Logan.

"Ethan," Logan’s deep voice rumbles from behind us, greeting his coworker. "I see you’ve met Ms. de Lucien and Ms. d’Armand."

My body tenses at Logan’s proximity, even as it tries to melt into him. It leaves me feeling awkward, like a living stick figure.

Ethan’s eyes flick between Logan, Penelope, and me, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Indeed, I have," he says, twirling his umbrella. "Though I was hoping for a more... private conversation with Ms. de Lucien."

Logan’s hand on my shoulder tightens slightly, and I wonder if he’s even aware he’s doing it. "I’m afraid that will have to wait, Ethan," he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I was about to send these two home."

"I can do that," Ethan interjects, with a charming smile.

"We’re good," I blurt out, my skin crawling at his insistence. How does Penelope find guys like this?

By the way she’s blinking at me, fast and furious in a way that makes me think she’s trying to send me some sort of message I can’t understand, I’m pretty sure she wants nothing to do with the guy.

"They’re good," Logan repeats, and when I glance behind me I can see his friendly smile in Ethan’s direction.

For some reason, it’s cold enough to make me shiver.

The dislike must be mutual.

"Penelope hasn’t said a word," Ethan points out, no longer looking very friendly.

The woman in question hesitates, glancing at me once more, with another batch of rapid blinks. What the hell is she trying to say?

"Penelope already said she’s been busy," she says after that, annoyance finally underlining her words. "Look, Ethan, or whatever your name is. We talked at the bar. You gave me your number. You were drunk. That’s all there is between us. Stopping me and trying to pressure me into more connection isn’t a good look, okay?"

"Sexual harassment isn’t a good look on anyone," Logan agrees, resting his hands against our shoulders. "Shall we go, ladies?"

"Take your own advice, Everett." Ethan’s lip curls into a grimace that takes away from his vampiric attractiveness. While many vamps are hot—like hot, hot—many look just like they do in their living life. Ethan seems to be one of those. Just averagely attractive.

Brown air. Red eyes dark enough to pass as brown if you’re not paying attention. Skin that’s not just pale, but edging on blue-tinged, like he doesn’t get enough oxygen.

But Logan just nudges us along, and the vampire finally steps to the side, getting out of our way.

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