~Hermes~

What the fuck.

No.

No.

No.

This is not what I meant when I said, “Wear something more appropriate.”

Fuck.

I did this to myself.

She’s completely covered. Neck to ankles. Not a single hint of skin, no collarbone, no sliver of thigh, not even a wrist.

Now I have to undress her with my imagination.

Which is worse.

I swallow hard, forcing my expression blank as I move toward my office.

And why the hell is she staring at me like that? Like she’s waiting for a ...