Chapter 170. Hell No!

Hermes POV

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

The words don’t just echo — they detonate.

For a second, I actually forget how to breathe.

No, this has to be a joke. A prank. Some sort of secretary-initiated… hazing ritual? Because what the hell is this petite, soft-voiced girl doing pinning me — me — against a wall with the force of a damn hydraulic press?

She’s stronger than she looks. Too strong, and my traitorous body reacts instantly.

A sharp, painful twitch shoots down my cock, and I swallow hard.

God.

I really must have a crush on her or hormone poisoning.

Or both.

Her lips — plump, bitten, pink — are right in front of me, trembling with some wild mix of nerves and determination.

I can’t even think, or speak.

“What?” she snaps softly when I don’t respond. “You want to kiss me instead?”

And then—

she actually tilts her head and brings her lips closer, as if offering herself like a dare.