Selene set down the phone somewhat helplessly and turned to look at Bruce, who was leaning over the back of a chair beside her.
"I don't understand. You didn't actually get sunburned, and we're all ready. Why postpone going to the party?"
Bruce snapped his fingers, closed his eyes, and said, "I don't even need to look to know Pamela definitely went to Rodriguez Manor early."
"So what?"
Bruce sighed deeply, raised his eyes to Selene, and said, "You can't possibly imagine how crazy a woman driven by lust, a complete fiend for beauty, can be."
"You mean Little Pam?" Selene tilted her head in confusion. "I think you're a little prejudiced against her just because she likes women."
"That's absolutely not prejudice. Besides, she doesn't only like women. Haven't you noticed? She has very typical traits of a psychopathic obsessive."
Selene shuddered, looked around, and rubbed her arms. "Psychopathic? Where's the psychopath?"
Bruce stood and wrapped an arm around Selene's waist. She had already changed into her gown for the party: a champagne-gold, deep-V evening dress studded with diamonds, nearly blending into her skin like she had draped the dusky, glittering sea at sunset over herself.
Bruce rested his chin on Selene's shoulder and leaned close to her neck. "Have you never felt there was anything special about me?"
"Special? What kind of special? Does being especially high-maintenance count, Young Master?"
Bruce laughed in a low voice, his arm circling Selene's waist. "Pamela has ideas about both of us... Don't be hasty. Put your claws away and listen first."
"As for you... of course, it's because of your beauty. You happen to be exactly her type—gorgeous, alluring, mysterious, and full of charm. You're completely her ideal woman."
"But her interest in me isn't entirely about my appearance. She likes