Andrea looks away, letting the blonde wig cover her face. She knocks on Jackson’s door and then knocks again, scared that Robert will force her into Lance’s room.
“Excuse me,” Robert shouts. “I’m talking to you.”
She pounds on the door again, wondering why it’s taking Jackson so long to open it. She can feel Lance’s eyes burning into her back, and she’s terrified he recognizes her. She’s about to knock for the fourth time when the door flies open and she finds herself face to face with a huge bodyguard.
“What a rude waitress,” Robert says. “Sir, do you want me to speak to Jackson about her?”
“Never mind,” Lance snaps. “The helicopter will be here in ten minutes.”
Andrea’s heart pounds in her chest. Is Lance leaving already? she wonders. This cruise is only half over. Why is he le
