Liam's POV
Mya remained silent at first. I kept my hands buried deep in my pockets, watching as she sauntered over to her desk where an opened wine box sat waiting.
"Someone brought me this today," she said casually, lifting the bottle from its packaging.
She worked the cork loose with deliberate slowness, completely ignoring the rage radiating from every inch of my body. "An old friend from high school. You wouldn't remember him."
Her eyes met mine as a smirk played at the corners of her mouth. "Excellent year. Such a considerate gesture, wouldn't you agree?"
The cork came free with a soft pop, and my jaw clenched. "I asked you a direct question, Mya."
"I heard you," she replied smoothly. "Damn. No wine glasses in here. Would you mind sharing the bottle? You always enjoyed drinking straight from—"
"I'm not here for your fucking wine," I snarled, moving closer to her desk. Closer to her.
Mya's eyebrows lifted in mock surprise. "You're not?"
