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Andrea feels her shoulders stiffen and a blush creeps up to her cheeks. Lance smirks knowingly, and she realizes he was just playing with her. He probably has my bag, she thinks. Maybe he knew all along. He’s just waiting to see if I admit it or not. He steps forward and raises his eyebrows, waiting for her to confess. Part of her wants to. She wants him to know she was the one who made him moan a few hours ago; she wants him to know that there’s still a spark between them. But it won’t change anything—she made a deal with Andrew. She takes a deep breath and says, “You must have confused me for some other woman.” Lance laughs and asks, “Really?” Andrea nods and walks toward the door, trying to preserve her dignity. She pulls it open but freezes as Lance’s voice fills the room. “I’v