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It was beyond flattering when she asked me to do it. Cosima loves fashion, but her stuff is super fancy. I worried about altering a dress that likely cost two thousand dollars. Especially adding pockets to it. My only comfort was knowing if I mess it up, Warren can use those stocks he told me about to fix it.

“Are you going to say it?” I ask when Marks remains silent. I swear she is so dramatic when she has news. She loves to dangle it for a bit before she divulges the goods.

“I’m obsessed with male thighs.” Marks lets out a dramatic sigh. “Why are they so hot?” I can’t argue with that. “I could hump a thigh.” I burst into laughter. “It’s not funny! I don’t want to be into thighs.” I can’t help the images of Warren's thick, muscular thighs that flash through my head.

“It’s human nature, I think I read that.” I could be wrong. “It has to do with thrusting and sex. The power is in the thighs.”

“Okay, that’s great and all. I understand that, but I like them hairy! What about that gross part?”

“Is it gross if it turns you on?”

“Hmm. I don’t know.” I can hear her shifting around. “You know, people with some kinks like getting peed on, do they think it’s gross?”

“How would I know?” How do we end up in these conversations?

"You're the one who is having all the sex." My cheeks warm at her comment. I have been having lots of sex. I wiggle in my seat, thinking about Warren waking me with his mouth and then his cock.

"It's vanilla sex." It's not that I'm complaining. We're still getting the hang of it. It's been a week, and my mind is still trying to process that Warren was a virgin too. I mean, it makes sense with how he can be and his personality, but he didn't fuck me like a virgin. But then again, what the hell do I know?

"Still more than I'm having."

"Maybe that's why you're obsessed with thighs. This came out of nowhere."

"Right," Marks says way too quickly.

"It didn't?"

"I don't want to talk about it." She huffs. "I gotta go. I got a project to finish for work."

"Text me later." We say our goodbyes, but I can't help but think something is up with my best friend. She has been distracted lately.

I finish the last few stitches of the second pocket. I check the dress over, happy with my work. I grab it, taking it downstairs to find Cosima, but first I'm going to swing by Warren's office and steal a kiss. I hear soft murmurs when I enter the hallway that leads toward the front entry where Warren's office is.

I pause when I see a handful of girls around my age lingering in the entryway. What the hell is going on? I watch a blond girl leave Warren's open office doors before Brian, one of his men, motions for another to enter. I can’t help the jealousy that rears up inside of me.

Since Warren and I are on this effective communication kick, I decide that I’m going to find out exactly what’s going on. I make my way to where the girls are congregated. Gone are the days that I don’t ask questions around here.

A few of the girls standing in line look at me. I paste on my friendliest smile even though I’m not feeling very friendly at the moment. I slide in behind them, hoping Brian is too distracted to notice.

A few seconds later, I see Cosima about to walk by, but she pauses too. Her brows furrow together, and I’m sure she’s wondering the same thing I am. When she spots me, she comes to stand next to me.

“What’s happening?” she whispers.

“Not a clue. That's what I’m trying to figure out.”

Cosima's lips press together, and she doesn’t appear happy. She stares at me; her eyes shift back and forth to the girl next to us, silently telling me to talk to her. I give her a hard stare right back, telling her to do it.

“Holy shit, who is that? He's fucking hot,” a girl behind me says to another. I follow her line of sight and now see Z; he too appears perplexed about what is happening here.

“Cosima,” he barks, making half of us jump. Z is always calm and kind of funny for the most part.

“What did you do?” I ask without moving my mouth so Z can’t tell I’m talking to her.

“Who knows? I breathe, and he’s got a fucking problem with it.”

“Watch your mouth.” Z eyes all the girls.

“How about you watch your eyes?" Cosima snaps back at him, causing everyone to turn and see what is happening.