“Please Lance,” Leonie says with tears in her eyes, “Let me apologize to Andrea. Please don’t make me go in the hot springs in front of everyone.”
Lance turns to the woman behind him, but continues to shield her body with his as if he’s protecting her from something dangerous. Andrea raises her head to meet his gaze. The expression on his face is questioning, like he’s waiting for Andrea’s answer.
“Does he really care what I think?” Andrea wonders.
“Miss Summers we paid you a very handsome fee to appear in our promotional shoot,” Lance says, his voice cold and business-like, “It’s your responsibility to protect and promote the image of the hotel. Now go and earn your fee.”
“But I’ve already explained the situation to numerous reporters,” Leonie blubbers, “I’m confident that they’ll bel
