Oh...oh oh oh. This wasn't good. Why did he have to go and say that? First off, he should have known that Stephanie wasn't the biggest fan of his sleeping around, not calling him a manwhore or anything, but she knew he wasn't the pickiest person in the bunch. But to compare her to models? Instant no no! No girl, probably not even models, wanted to be compared to a model. They're...MODELS!
Thats when it happened, she could feel Daltons entire body going rigid beneath her. She'd frozen him. And why shouldn't she have? The insensitive ass! If he knew her so well, which she had been beginning to think he did, he wouldn't have compared her to...to them.
Muttering under her breath she climbed off of him then the bed, leaving his room and going to the guest room she'd been staying in, pulling on some clothes that had been purchased her and grabbing the few things that she needed. In most circumstances things only stayed frozen if she was in the room, but right now she was so...aggravated that Dalton wasn't going to be going anywhere until she was at least out of his house. Which was what she intended on doing next, and was where she was headed, opening the door and nearly storming out of the place, door slamming behind her as she walked down the driveway from his mansion.