Chapter 6

Hermes POV

I should’ve transferred her.

Yesterday, at my urgent schedule session, my therapist, Alan advised me to, and I agreed, because it was the right move.

But I didn’t, more like I couldn’t.

She’s still here, sitting in front of my office, breathing in my space, and making it hard for me to think straight.

So, I formed another strategy, if I can’t stop wanting her, I’ll burn the want out, not with distance, but with discipline.

Obsession only has power if you let it stay soft, so I’ll make it sharp, cold, and controlled.

I’ll turn it into something I can use. Something like hate.

This morning, she brought me coffee like I can’t make mine.

She’s wearing a navy shirt dress, tailored and tasteful. Office-approved, but it hugs her waist too well, and when she leans forward to set the cup down, the top button tugs, just a little, and just enough to show the soft swell of her br*asts, barely caged in.

I should be thi