He was an idiot. Every other man would have either remained upstairs in bed with their new mistress or dropped an unwanted one off before allowing her access to his home. Only he was unwise enough to play host to an unwanted woman on a cold, hard floor. Worse, he was starting to like her. She was smart. She’d figured out in less than two minutes that he’d given her the only habitable room. The few women of his acquaintance would’ve hopped into bed without a thought for her host. Second, she’d exhibited deeper insight about life than he’d expect from a young lady. There was more to Charlotte than met the eye. So now what? Should he take her offer at face value and accept what she offered? If she kept wiggling around on his lap, there’d be no thinking about it, only doing. “If I go upstairs, are you going to follow me?” Her smile spread across her face. “There’s only one way to find out.” Extracting her from his lap, he stood, picked up the candle and made his way out of the room toward the stairs.
