Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Marcus Ashby

He shakes his head. "Just let me ask you the questions, Ms. d’Armand. Don’t worry about being helpful. The facts are what they are, and we have to work with them."

I nod jerkily, trying to pull my feet away from Logan, but he traps them between his with another grin. I scowl at him and turn my body so I’m more firmly facing Marcus. "Is there anything else you need from me?"

"Yes. We’ll also be questioning you about the events with Officer Nancy Stewart, and also about your relationship with Jonathan Fernsby."

Shaking my head, and trying to ignore Logan’s flirtatious stare, I say, "I don’t have a relationship with Jonathan Fernsby."

Marcus’s finger jabs the air, pointing straight at me. "And the lie detector determined that was a lie."

I blink, caught off guard. My mouth opens, then closes, like a fish out of water. Logan’s low chuckle sends a shiver down my spine, not helping my mental state one bit.

"I... what?" I manage to stammer out.

Marcus leans back, his crisp suit rustling softly. "While you may not have known Mr. Fernsby well, Ms. d’Armand, you did have at least a professional relationship with him. Isn’t that correct?"

My mind races, trying to catch up. Its efficiency is halved thanks to Logan’s pheromone attack. "Yes, I suppose that’s true." I hadn’t even considered my work with Fernsby as a ’relationship’, but his words make sense.

"Denying even that level of connection undermines your credibility on the stand," Marcus says, his tone matter-of-fact but not unkind.

"On the stand?" The words tumble out without thinking. "Am I going to be testifying?"

Marcus’s expression doesn’t change, but something in his eyes softens slightly. "We’ll take it one step at a time, Ms. d’Armand." He stands, smoothing down his impeccable suit. "Would you like anything from the menu? I’m going to place an order."

I shake my head, my throat suddenly dry. "No, thank you. I’m fine."

As Marcus walks away, Logan seizes the moment. His hands, warm and strong, envelop mine. My breath catches as he brings them to his lips, grazing my knuckles with a kiss that’s pure seduction.

"Hello, Nikki," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that resonates through me. "I missed you."

My skin tingles where his lips touched. My head spins. It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen him, touched him, and my body reacts like a parched traveler finding an oasis.

"Logan," I breathe, barely able to form coherent thoughts. "I missed you too."

Wait.

This reunion is giving off major relationship vibes. I need to hit the breaks.

But his eyes lock onto mine. The intensity I find there steals what little breath I have left. There’s hunger there, yes, but also something softer. Something that makes my heart ache.

"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "They didn’t... hurt you, did they?"

He chuckles, even as my eyes cling to the bruise on his cheek. It looks new. "Nothing I couldn’t handle, Nikki. Don’t worry about me."

But I do worry. I want to reach out, to trace the line of that bruise, to soothe away the hurt. But we’re in public, and—most importantly—we aren’t in a relationship.

A relationship is not good for us right now.

I bet if I ask his lawyer, he’ll tell Logan to keep his dick out of my pants... but I already know I’m not going to.

Plausible deniability, I guess.

My vagina wants me to say hell yes, let’s go right now, but my brain shakes my head. "I don’t think that’s a great idea. Not without supervision, anyway."

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