Woodyer
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 Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 1:16 am Post subject: new WIP tentatively titled: Dare To Dream |
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This is one of my works in progress. I'm really nervous being new to writing and having never shown my work to anyone. Any input would be appreciated. 
Here goes...
Chapter one
London England,
“Sir, here is the paperwork that you had requested for Lord Kipner. Should I send Harris over with it?”
This must not have been the first time his assistant had asked, as he’d cleared his throat rather loudly signaling a slight irritation.
Morgan looked up for the briefest of seconds “Oh, sorry John, no… I’ll bring it by on my own”.
“As you wish” John sighed, looking none too surprised by his answer, then disapeared from his office.
So that's how it was he mused, then winced. Everyone knew that the The Honorable Mister Morgan Carlisle youngest son of a Baronet was making a bloody arse out of himself by mooning over a client’s daughter. He had thought, that he was showing the world a jaded façade… Well, so much for that. He scrubbed his hands over his face, giving himself some semblance of sanity.
He worked for her father for the love of Christ! He couldn’t have feelings for his employer’s daughter. It was a tragedy in the making, his making as a matter of fact and he had to let this infatuation go. He snorted, easier said than done.
His life had gotten so pathetic that he’d actually begun living for the moment that he’d see her. He’d invented so many excuses to visit their manor that his most illustrious client surely thought him an assiduous business associate at best, he didn’t even want to think of a worst case scenario. He smiled wryly to himself, hence his rapidly growing reputation as a highly reputable Solicitor.
The hell of it was she didn’t even know he existed, nor much less cared that he’d given his heart into her keeping. Ballocks! If she knew she’d most likely laugh in his face. Okay, so he was overstating. She would probably avoid him like the plague and then he’d hie himself back to his office, where he’d lick his wounds and bury himself in his work, all the while wishing it were a burial for him of another kind.
To be fair, she wasn’t mean spirited nor heartless, quite the contrary actually. He knew for a fact that she took in every stray animal and hopeless soul within the vicinity-much to her father’s chagrin.
Impulsive, that is how Lord Kipner described his only daughter. Morgan however, found it endearing. Elise’s father (he always thought of her as Elise, not Lady Kipner as was her station being the only daughter in the family.) well, he found it quite frankly a pain in the arse. They currently had two butlers and of those sad two, one was almost blind and another had “sticky fingers”. They had no less than three ladies maids with only one lady in residence ……. He couldn’t even begin to count the amount of canines running around their estate. One had to try one’s best not to trip on them when coming to call.
He’d even seen her latest gentlemen caller planted on his arse after falling from his stallion trying to miss one of those mutts she so adored.
He smiled to himself, that certainly had been amusing, at least from his perspective. Elise on the other hand had felt terrible and to his mind it said something of her character that she’d actually offered him a hand up rather than letting the groomsman help him. Granted said groomsman was missing his left leg (yet another of her ‘rescues’) and would have had one hell of a time maintaining his own balance let alone the poor fellows’ at his feet. Her caller hadn’t shared his admiration; he’d been affronted by her unladylike manners and left in a snit.
He shook his head at the memory while shrugging into his great coat.
As he braced himself for the short but brisk walk to the manor, he tried once again to tell himself that he really had to move on.
Maybe he should start looking for a bride, one within his own station. After all, it wasn’t as if he were a poor catch. To be honest, he may not be the catch of the season, but all of his own teeth and limbs were accounted for, he had a thriving business and was somewhat attractive, if he did say so himself. At least the ladies of the night didn’t seem to object to him… He winced at that one, maybe what he needed was a mistress instead.
Yes, one with eyes the exact shade of a grassy field after a strong rain and hair that shone as smartly as polished mohagany. He groaned, shaking his head in self disgust…
He’d just described Elise, would this torment never end he wondered?
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L. Woodyer
"You have a two second rebound rule, then you're off doing the next pain in the ass thing". The Notebook-film edition
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