Olivia's POV
"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" The waitress was immediately flustered, grabbing a towel and trying to dab at the sticky liquid running down my body. "I didn't see you, I'm so sorry!"
I stood there, frozen in mortification, as orange-red liquid dripped from my bikini top onto the pool deck.
Of course. Of course this happened. The universe couldn't just let me have one moment of confident, sexy glory. No, it had to humiliate me spectacularly.
And I knew - I KNEW - Maxwell was watching now.
God, just when I'd been showcasing my runway skills, I get drenched in fruit punch like a walking disaster.
The waitress was still apologizing, still dabbing frantically at my sticky skin.
Finally, I worked up the courage to check.
I lifted my eyes and looked directly at Maxwell.
He was staring.
Not pretending to work. Not glancing away politely. Just... staring. Right at me. With laser focus.
