-Vaughn Blackmore:
I stared at the car for another second before slowly looking back at Ryland.
"…Of course, this is your car," I muttered. "Rich asshole."
Ryland just smirked at that.
Not offended.
If anything, he looked amused.
Then he tilted his head slightly toward the open passenger door in silent instruction for me to get in already.
I rolled my eyes but walked over anyway, still staring at the car in disbelief before carefully sliding into the seat.
And immediately regretted every bad thing I'd ever said about rich people.
The inside was insane.
Dark leather seats soft enough to fall asleep in, black interior with silver detailing everywhere, the faint scent of expensive cologne and leather filling the car. The dashboard looked more advanced than the training camp's entire security system.
What the hell.
The door shut beside me a second later before Ryland walked around the front and got into the driver's seat.
And somehow that looked attractive too.
