"Charlotte," he said slowly, as if pronouncing the name of something really delicious, like cherry brandy or chocolate. "I want to talk to you."
"You do? What about?" Her knees were starting to buckle.
" About last night..."
"What about last night?" If she hadn't been leaning against the wall she'd have sunk to the floor. As it was she nearly dropped the phone.
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"In three days you have turned me into a madman. Do you think I behave that way with every woman I meet?"
"I should hope not..."
"I want to do it again," he said.
This time she did sink to the floor.