Page 45 of Wardrobe Malfunction

Even though I know these shoes are not Vaughn’s, I still slam them onto the rack like they are his. If I can’t take my anger out on him, then the shoes are getting it.

Sorry, shoes.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

I whirl around at the voice, my heart making a break out of my chest.

Vaughn.

“Jesus, you scared me.” I frown at him, pressing my hand to my heart, trying to settle it.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“Yeah, well, you did.” I turn away from him and grab another pair of shoes—Jimmy Choos this time. I’m a little more careful with putting these ones back. No way can I abuse a pair of Choos.

“Did you need me to do something?” I add with attitude.

“I want to apologize. For earlier. I was an ass.”

My heart skips. But I don’t let it show. “Yeah, you were. A monumental one.”

“I know.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, as in you forgive me?”

I shrug.

“Jesus. Can you turn and look at me while I talk to you? It’s no fun having a conversation with your back.”

I look at him over my shoulder. “Yeah, well, it’s no fun being yelled at in front of the whole crew.”

“I said I was sorry.”

“Oh, well, that’s okay then,” I retort.

“Jesus, woman, what do you want? Blood? I said I was sorry. I can’t do any more.”

Anger lancing through me, I spin around to face him. “I don’t want anything from you. You said you were sorry. We’re good.”

“From where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like we’re good.”

“What do you want? You want me to do a little happy dance or something?” I do a little dance on the spot, waving my hands around.

He laughs. “You’re fucking crazy.”

I stop dancing and frown. “Maybe because you make me crazy.”

“Right back at you, Pins.”

“Will you stop calling me that?” My hands go to my hips. So do his eyes.

“No,” he says slowly, dragging his gaze back up to mine.

“Fine. Then, I’ll just call you…Boner!”

I see a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. He knows I saw the hard-on he had earlier while filming.