““Why does it feel as if I've barely closed my eyes?" "Possibly because you just have, my insatiable young minx. I should have remembered what effect Archibald's company had on your tolerance for wine." "It was not the wine that kept me awake, sir. It was the brandy." He glanced up from tucking his shirttails into his breeches and grinned wolfishly. "Perhaps next time we should try drinking it out of glasses." "Perverted and lustful,"she grumbled crossly. "That's what you are. And far too knowledgeable of things decent men and women would never dream of going in their most wicked fantasies." "Is that a complaint?””
