The Earl's Defiant Wallflower | 
The corners of her mouth twitched. “Aha. We‘ll say I was in my nightrail, brushing my hair in peaceful solitude, when you climbed up to my balcony and—”“Do you even have a balcony?” She pursed her lips. “You‘re not invited upon it, regardless.” He gave her a slow, naughty smile. “No one‘s ever invited to scale a balcony.”“Some women might be convinced to let you try.” Her teasing gaze heated his skin.
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