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“And just who the hell do you think you are the great Casanova,” she yelled pulling the sheets up around her neck.
“You thought I was last night when you invited me into your bedroom and told me how friendly your thighs were,” he rattled off as if he had it said it a hundred times.
“How dare you sir, suggest I…” she spluttered
“How dare I, your ladyship,” he bowed and slipped from her room as quietly as he had entered cloaked only by his cape and the darkness.