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Well, in between going to the movies I managed to write 210 words of...something. It's still a little nebulous and ranks and names may change if I continue, but here's what I've got so far:
(Sorry for the lack of a cut. LJ isn't letting me use one today.)
Nicholas shrugged. “I think you’ll find Mr. Rodgers,” he dismissed with a wave of his glass, “That the lack of a maid for one’s wife in this instance can lead to any number of amiable activities.” He paused for a moment and threw the man a smug smile. “Her corset alone...” His voice drifted. “Well, I think you can imagine that for yourself.”
“Indeed,” came the reply, “I can see the advantages.”
Nicholas automatically looked in the direction Rodgers was staring. It was Edward, no Mrs. Fairfax, his wife, chatting with a group of matrons in the corner. And the bastard was staring at her as if she were a prize piece of mutton. How dare the man ogle HIS wife? It was his right to ogle his wife!
Er, his Captain. That’s what he meant. No one else had the right to ogle his Captain!
Nicholas frowned and cursed himself. Wait, that wasn’t right either. Nicholas tossed back the rest of the brandy, relishing the burn of it down his throat. Stupid sod. What the hell was he thinking? Captain Wilson wasn’t owned by him, in any guise, and Nick would certainly be hanged for it if he tried.
Christ, he’d blame it on the liquor…if this hadn’t just been his first glass.