Annika's POV
The sandwich tasted like ash in my mouth. I sat there staring at Vaughn across the island while my mind spiraled into a mess of curses aimed at him and at myself for falling into his trap so easily. The more I thought of last night the angrier I got at myself.
Vaughn continued sipping his coffee across from me, his attention was focused on the screen; those thick brows of his were slightly pulled together as he focused.
Even if I didn't want to admit it he was gorgeous and that face of his was one of the things I hated the most about his cocky self as a whole.
' f*****g scumbag. Using that face and those hands to mess with women like it was nothing. And me, the i***t who practically begged him last night.' I hated how my body still remembered every second of it.
Vaughn
