Daniel’s POV
Damn it!
I’ve messed things up again.
I always do. Always, when it has to do with her. She probably hates me now.
I ran my fingers through my hair, brushing the strands back.
I opened the wine cabinet in the corner of my office and poured myself a drink, emptied the first glass, then another. I was halfway through the third when I moved to my desk.
The only way out is work. I need distractions , something that will make me forget her.
I jabbed my intercom and dialed Brenda. “My office. Now.”
Then dropped the call without waiting for her response. She knows not to keep me waiting.
How could Annabel turn me down that easily? This is what most women would kill for. I have never begged to be taken, not before, and definitely not now.
Funnily enough, ever since that night
