Liam's POV:
What did she just ask me to do?
I stared at her in confusion, because why in the world would she break her glass intentionally and ask me to clean it?
She broke it on purpose, it was not any kind of accident.
I quietly nodded and strolled to the box of napkins that was left on the glass table and took a couple of them before walking closer to Anastasia.
I gulped when her pheromones overwhelmed me, I even closed my eyes in an attempt to hold myself together before kneeling on the floor almost between her legs, starting to wipe the wine.
I did not dare to raise my gaze and look at her because I already could feel her staring at me.
I don't know why she decided to stare into my soul all of a sudden.
Don't get me wrong, I would love to have her attention 24/7, seven days a week but it makes me nervous.
I accidentally averted my gaze to her face, only to be stunned by that strange very tiny smirk on her face.
