235 Threat of the Duchess

  Maverick finally slouched on the sofa and sighed. He put his arms around his wife and grinned at her. 

"Finally, alone." 

"Not alone." Victoria who just entered the room heard him as she responded. "Anyway, I heard that they were offering my husband concubines… innocent fresh flesh?" Victoria put her purse on the sofa across them as she sat down. Maverick cleared his throat and looked at his wife asking for help. "Mave, what did you suggest?" 

"Uh, I suggest that he took a rich concubine and gave a lot of dowries." 

  Victoria tilted her head and seemed to be thinking. 

"That's not bad. As long as he won't fuck them." 

  Stacey burst into laughter and smacked her husband. 

"Even Count Travis defended you from those assholes," Maverick said while his hand was busy twirling his fingers to his wife's long hair. 

"Oh, I was touched by his kindness." She smiled.