"Did you just speak perfect freakn' English to me?" Carlie practically screeched in her fury. She fell straight from languorous after-sex-stupor into pissed off and looking for a fight. Up she sprang to her knees to glare at Mr. Kitty.
"Idiot. I told you she wouldn't take it well," her golden-eyed lover muttered from his spot on her left side in heavily accented ? ridiculously sexy ? perfectly understandable English.
"You too!" Lucky him, she had enough wrath to go around. She narrowed her gaze. "How long were you planning to pretend you didn't understand a word I said?"
"We never pretended. We just never replied." Mr. Kitty actually managed to say that with a perfectly straight face.