Tyron said coldly, "Ms. Stein, what was that supposed to mean? Do you really think my taste in women is that bad? Or... are you just jealous?"
Penelope's gaze lingered on his face, every feature of it sculpted to perfection.
It was impossible not to appreciate his good looks, but their relationship had always been based on mutual use... Jealous? No way.
"I'm not jealous, Tyron," Penelope replied sharply. "You seriously think every woman's just dying to jump into bed with you? I'm not getting anything out of this, so why would I bother?"
Tyron's face darkened, his voice rising in anger. "What did you just say?!"
"That's the truth," Penelope shot back. "Besides, can you let me know in advance before you make a plan? You want to take on Bruce, go ahead. I won't stop you. But can you at l
