Sunday Snippet from my gay Victorian cross-class romance, Mr Warren’s Profession!~   &nbs

Sunday Snippet from my gay Victorian cross-class romance, Mr Warren’s Profession!~    Mr Althorp nodded smartly, satisfied. “You’re quite welcome, Aubrey. That is, if I may call you Aubrey?”   Aubrey gave a start at the first utterance of his Christian name. In Mr Althorp’s aristocratic accent, it carried echoes of Aubrey’s fantasies. But a twinge of bitterness followed. Of course Mr Althorp might presume to call him Aubrey. It was Mr Althorp’s right as his employer and social superior. He could call him anything he liked—clerk, boy, you there, and a half-dozen ruder terms—and Aubrey would be obliged to answer.    By the second time Mr Althorp said his name, Aubrey had recovered his composure enough to respond with minimal venom. “As it suits you, sir.”    “Lindsey,” said Mr Althorp.    Aubrey allowed himself a confused frown. “Beg pardon, sir?”    “You must call me Lindsey. That is, if I’m to call you Aubrey. It’s only fair.”    It took a concentrated effort on Aubrey’s part to keep his jaw from dropping open. Words failed him. He could only stare.    Mr Althorp, meanwhile, seemed blissfully unaware he’d said anything out of the ordinary. He maintained his placid smile as Aubrey stared in silence, his mind chugging along like an overworked engine to try and to understand what the deuce was happening. His heart beat faster, his pulse reverberating through the calling card case in his pocket.    “Very well,” said Aubrey. Then he added, “Lindsey.”    Lindsey’s smile broadened into a grin.~Mr Warren’s Profession is a gay Victorian cross-class romance, available now wherever fine books are found!Amazon • Apple Books • Barnes & Noble • Bookshop.org • Kobo • Overdrive • Smashwords -- source link

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