There was very little reaction or change to her expression. The careful guard of a woman who'd protected herself against worse in her life. Her eyebrows lifted in acknowledgment of the rejection, and her eyes slid back to the door handle with boredom. Daniel didn't want to negotiate, he wanted his way. He didn't want to let her leave until he got it, and Vaughn wasn't about to let anything that ridiculous happen. Why should she? When he continued to hurt her like this? So coldblooded. So heartless. He didn't care about her, and she shouldn't care about him. The thoughts twisted wild in her head when she looked back to him. Time to leave. Time to make Daniel run for the hills.
Vaughn fixed her soft, gray eyes on him. Almost expressionless when she reached for the waistband of his faded jeans. He was close enough, she had the button undone and the zipper half down in less time than it would take for his heart to slam to a stop.