Author's note:
The 'in between' story I was telling you about last chapter is up, and is called Forbidden Love.
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I woke up early the next day, my stomach in my throat. It would be my first day of working as a clerk. Or clerkess, whichever fit. We had already covered everything with the maids, I would in and out for the next month with family. Which technically, working next to James and Cutler, I was. I slipped out of my bedclothes, and into a silk dress, planning on changing once we got to his office.
I had said my goodbyes to my long hair the night before. It had gone to reaching down to my behind to just below my shoulder blades. I had been growing it out since before I had even been engaged. Tying it into a small bun, I slipped it under a sunhat. After I put my boots on, I went quietly over into the twins' room, careful not to wake them. They had changed so much in the past year. "I will miss you both, my beauties," I said as I kissed their heads delicately.
After we had arrived, Cutler led me into a walk-in-closet that He had in his office. I stripped down to my underpants, and lifted my arms up. "At least in the future, when our child asks about your pregnancy, it won't be dull," Cutler mumbled as He wrapped a piece cloth around my breasts, reducing their size.
Once I had changed into my men's outfit and hid my dress away, I got a look in a mirror. I had to admit, with the proper clothes, I was pretty convincing. For once, I was thankful that I shared traits with my father and brother, such as a square jaw. With dark clothes, and my dark brown hair tied back in a pony tail, I did look like I could be related to Mercer, which was what I was going for.
Cutler locked the door, just incase someone happened to be there. He spun me around and kissed my forehead. "Now, Lord Beckett," I blushed, "I don't think it's rather appropriote to have a relationship with your employee. Especially a man. Won't that wife of yours be jealous?"
"She will get over it, I'm sure," He said, planting kisses on my neck and shoulders, sending chills down my body. "Tell me about yourself, Mr. Mercer."
"I'm a twin of David's-"
"Really? Except for a few features, you resemble nothing of each other."
"So you are not open to the idea of faternal twins?"
"Indeed I am. Lady Beckett and I have a pair of our own."
"How very interesting. My spouse and I two beautiful children, one on the way."
"I wish her pregancy the best of luck. And your spouse…?"
"A pompus snob, really," I said, poking a bit of fun at him, waltzing over to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
Cutler chuckled slightly. "Arranged marriage, I suppose."
"Indeed."
Someone knocked on the door. "Well, Mr. Mercer, I hope you will enjoy your time at the East India Trading Company," He said, trying to cover up our previous converstaion, opening the door to reveal Mr. McCrea. McCrea was a tall, handsome, blonde man. He wasn't the brightest candle, which was the only thing that kept him from moving up in the ranks. But what He didn't have in intelligence, he made up for in heart.
"Lord Beckett, you sent for me?" McCrea said, taking his hat off and bowing his head.
"Yes, Mr. McCrea, would you do me the favor of showing Mr. Mercer around the town?"
McCrea looked me over, confusion taking over the sweet expression on his face. I held my breath, hoping this wouldn't be the one time that He actually figured something out. "But, I thought Mr. Mercer had left for his honeymoon."
"Yes, He did. This is his faternal twin, Jacob."
McCrea's goofy smile returned, which signaled that He bought into our lie. "It'd be my pleasure to, Lord Beckett!"