Chapter 393: I'm Short a Dog. You'll Do.

"Ding-dong." The private elevator chimed without warning. Trey Wokey's eyes narrowed in delight as he watched the numbers climb. The man had not even arrived yet, and the heat in his blood already surged, like the drug was waking up early just to greet her. The instant Hermoine stepped out, Trey Wokey's stare went rigid. Before, he had only managed a few distant glances. But the sweetheart he had been daydreaming about showed up right in front of him, close enough to breathe. For a moment, it...