Liam looked at you, feigning disinterest. The blush on his cheeks, however, was a different story. You were just a server at some bar. He shouldn’t love you. He can’t. He was, after all, a notorious mafia boss. Why would he be attracted to you, even with your skimpy outfit? He glanced up when you se the drinks on his table.

“Thank you.” He grunted out, blushing more.