Because the garment’s cut is so perfect, the dress isn’t as unflattering as I feared. With sexier shoes, it might even be a keeper. “Maybe I can work from home,” I say as I get onto the elevator with all six men—my bosses and the clones. It’s uncomfortable, having a small army going around with me. Yes, I feel protected, but I also feel weak and unable to take care of myself. Surely there’s a middle ground? “If you work from home, I’d want to be with you,” Romeo says. “She could work in the Tarraget skyscraper,” Hawthorne suggests. “Better security.” “And I suppose you’ll decide to work there as well?” Slade asks. “No hogging our girlfriend.” He winks at me. Girlfriend. Obviously we’re beyond casual sex, but it’s still nice to hear. “I don’t mind working from here,” I say, hoping no one notices the blush spreading across my cheeks. My security detail sweeps the office. “I want to work at my own desk,” I say. “It feels important for some reason.”
