Chapter 47. A New Girl

Hermes POV

“Ugh, so many poor people here,” Jake groans, adjusting his dark shades.

“Shut up,” Ted hisses, nudging him. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”

Gavin doesn’t look up from his phone. “Char says she’ll be here in a minute. This won’t take long.”

I ignore them, pretending to study the suits on the mannequins. Plastic men in fake skin. That’s about how I feel about myself right now.

“You’re late,” Charlotte’s voice cuts through the little crowd behind us.

We all turn, and see she’s here—with someone.

On a normal day, with the way the girl’s barely dressed, I’d already be planning where to take her. A bathroom, or a back room. Anywhere, but nothing stirs, not even a flicker.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, dropping my gaze. What the hell is wrong with you, Hermes?

“This is Natasha, a work friend of mine,” Charlotte says, eyes landing squarely on me.

Jake steps forward, hand out, already turning on his smirk. “Ni