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clutched his chest firmly. “No! You are a man!”
    Andrew pushed her off of him. They were at her door now. He opened it and motioned for her to enter. “And you, Miss, are drunk!”
    Angela stopped dead in her tracks and wobbled slightly as she placed her hands on her hips. “ What did you say?”
    Andrew realized that he had probably made a mistake by saying that out loud and so he tried to cover his tracks.
    “I said nothing, Miss”
    He grabbed her by the arm and tried to pull her into the bedroom but she pulled away and sent herself flying to the floor.
    “You… you, you, you, you, you…” Somehow she had pulled herself to her feet. “You are a liar!”
    Andrew was becoming increasing irritated. “I am not a liar. You need to go to bed!” He grabbed her arm again.
    “No! I will not! Let go of me!” She tried to pull herself free but she was really to drunk now to control herself. And she was becoming angry as well.
    “You need to go to bed! Now!” Andrew pulled her into the room and she fell into him.
    She looked up into his eyes and hiccupped again. “Not until you kiss me sir!”
    Andrew pushed her out to arm’s length and shook her. “Are you absolutely mad? You are drunk, I am a servant, and you need to go to bed!”
    She pushed her body closer to his and gazed into his eyes. Sternly she informed him, “I am a woman. You are a man. You have escorted me to my room. It is only proper for you to kiss me good night.”
    He moved his eyes to within a few inches of hers and clenched his teeth. “Nothing about this is proper. Now get yourself into bed!”
    At this moment Angela leaned in to kiss him and instead of turning his head he simply pushed her, causing her to fall to a heap on the floor.
    “But—But you are a man!”
    Now Andrew had lost it. “I am not a man!” The words stung as they came out. He now officially hated this woman.
    Miss Bennett threw her hands in the air. “Coward.”
    Andrew charged towards her. He was going to pummel her. He was going to shake her silly. But when he reached her none of that happened. Instead he fell to the floor in front of her, grabbed her behind the head, and pulled her lips to his. He felt her relax in his arms and suddenly he relaxed in hers. Her lips were soft and supple and he pushed his own harder against hers as if to soak up every essence of her being. She was responding to his touch now and he could feel her push her body closer to his too. He began to flick his tongue at the corners of her mouth and as if she could read his mind, she parted her lips and allowed him entry. Her taste was sweet as sugar and he began to feel as if this kiss was the most right thing he had ever done in his life.
    But then Andrew pushed her away from him and she fell back flat on the floor. He had to get away from this situation right now. This kiss was not and could not be right. He rushed towards the door but then he heard a whimper coming from behind him and he sighed. As ferociously mad and confused as he was right now he just couldn’t leave her sprawled on her bedroom floor in this state.
    Andrew turned back around and made his way directly to this sad looking woman. He scooped her up, carried her to her bed, and laid her down gently. He again headed for the door but before he reached it he heard her call out.
    “I hate you!” But she didn’t sound mad. It was almost as if she was… teasing him!
    Andrew found his voice and shot back, “I hate you too!”
    The sound of his voice surprised him.
    He didn’t sound mad either.
    ***
    She gasped and her eyes shot open.
    Angela awoke in shock; the memory of her scandalous dream about Andrew still fresh in her mind. Sarah had just opened the curtains allowing the vibrant sunlight to flood the room. It seemed brighter today than normal and it was making her head split in half.
    Dear God, did her head hurt. It was pounding. It was throbbing. She could actually feel the blood pulsing through her skull, and she’d be