Catching her arm he hauled her round to face him. The fury in his face made the nerves low in her belly do jerky little jumps. ‘Just what the hell was that?’ Maybe it was the fact he was so angry, but not a single logical thought entered her head. Rosie gave him big eyes and blinked once. ‘What?’ ‘Were you banging him in my house?’ Bemused by the tone, she gave him a soothing pat on his strong manly chest and lifted her chin. ‘No, I did not bang him in your house.’ Alexander’s jaw clenched and those cat’s eyes, the colour of deep jade, narrowed into hers. ‘What was he doing with your panties?’ Annoyance won the battle with nerves. ‘Apparently he likes to collect them.’ ‘Does this face I’m wearing look as if I find that funny?’ Rosie pursed her lips and patted his cheek desperately ignoring the strange rush of exhilaration spinning in her blood. ‘Nope, the face looks angry and I’m wondering why.’ Irritation with him punched its way through excitement.
