Chapter 83. None of It Matters

Hermes POV

Paul’s voice cuts into my concentration.

“Mr. Grande, this is Miss Miller Vanessa. She’ll be serving as your secretary from today.”

I drag my gaze up from the document. A girl stands there — tall enough, sleek, her hands clasped like she’s at a job interview. Pretty, I guess, with big green eyes, and her lips is pressed in a polite smile.

I wait for the usual flicker, the itch, the pull in my gut that happens whenever a new skirt walks in, but It doesn’t come. Nothing, not even a twitch.

…Huh.

That’s not new anymore, but it’s getting annoying.

Normally, even when I don’t give a damn about them, women still hit me somewhere, like a fucking reflex I can’t switch off, but this one? Blank.

I wave it off. It’s just a minor setback, a glitch that I’ll fix it, so it doesn’t matter.

She’s here to interest me, and to serve me, as a part-time shield and distraction.

And If I play it right, she’ll take the edge off m