I'm flabbergasted by Liam's proposition. He could just pin me by the wall and do whatever he wants . . . but painting? Was I an enemy of the state in my previous life? I just scoff, staring at him stupefied.

"You really want me to paint?" Like a fool I try ascertaining.

"Can you not?" Liam prompt. I'm sure he's challenging me considering the sight of his mocking eyes. "Tell me, Ms. Jones, can you not?" He smiles with pure provocation.

Damn him!

"Of course I can. How hard can it be?" I retort proudly, so sure of myself. My subconscious scowls as it's quite apparent that I know...