" The truth is, you can never really know a man until you've loaned him money. And you can never know a woman until you've slept in her bed."
He said it deliberately, of course, to shock her. And he succeeded, although Annabelle did her best to conceal it. "Mr. Hunt," she said, frowning into his smiling eyes, "if you continue to make vulgar remarks, I will be forced to ask you to leave the parlor."
"Forgive me." His instant contrition didn't fool her in the least. "It's just that I can't resist the opportunity to make you blush. I've never known a woman to do it as often as you do."
The bloom that had begun at her throat flamed up to her hairline. "I never blush. It's only around you that I-" Breaking off, she stared at him with an indignant frown that made him laugh.
"I'll behave for now," he said. "Don't tell me to leave."
She stared at him indecisively, passing an unsteady hand over her forehead, and the sign of her physical frailty caused him to speak even more gently. "It's all right," he murmured. "Let me stay, Annabelle. "

― Lisa Kleypas , Secrets of a Summer Night (Wallflowers, #1)