Chapter 40. C*ck Inspection

Hermes POV

“Mr. Grande.”

Her voice is laced with shock as she steps backward, letting my hand fall from her.

I glance down for confirmation—no reaction. My cock is still obedient, and I feel no arousal.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

I touched her… and I don’t feel anything?

I feel like a fucking saint, dammit.

“Mr. Grande, what… what are you doing here?” she asks, but I’m not listening.

I chuckle quietly. “What are you doing here?”

My gaze drifts to the garden behind her, noting it’s stillness and dullness. This is definitely not how I remember it.

It is now different, dead even, but I shouldn’t be looking at them, I should be looking at her to keep testing and making sure it’s real.

And so I do. I look her right in the eyes.

Her jaw is fucking tense.

It seems she’s brooding, digging for a tight little answer to throw at me, especially after our spat back in the hall.

“Uhm— is there a c