The woman's action thoroughly annoyed Jason Lockwood. "Tomboy, are you... insulting... my taste? Or are you questioning my intelligence?"
"What do you mean?"
"A fake... woman... like you, a piece of... defective... goods... You think I'd have... that... kind of... interest? Or are you so desperate... that you're just dying... to throw yourself at me?" Jason Lockwood slowly advanced on Jasmine Warren, his eyes casually scanning her up and down with every word.
His words completely enraged Jasmine Warren. She reached out, grabbed a handful of Jason Lockwood's collar, and raised her hand to slap him. "You're the defective product, you bastard!" 'What the hell does he mean, defective goods?!'
She absolutely hated it when people called her defective goods!!!
'How am I defective goods?'
'I have everything I could want, and it's not like I'm bad-looking, dammit!!'
'All these damn men must be blind to call me defective goods!'
