Andrew pulled his hand back, his face calm. "Ms. Wright, you need to see a doctor."

Yara flushed. "Andrew, if you're not interested, fine—but what's with the attitude? You're calling me sick now? Just say it—you think I'm too slutty, right?"

Andrew blinked in confusion. "What? No—I meant it literally. I think you've got a medical issue. I felt a slight irregularity just now. It could be early-stage hyperplasia. You should get it checked at a hospital."

Yara froze, her eyes suddenly filled with tears. "Wait… that's what that was about? You weren't… You didn't mean anything else?"

Andrew sighed. "What did you think I was doing? You seriously thought, with your brother, your father, and half the Wrights in the room next door, I'd do that right here?"

Realization hit Yara like a slap. God—what the hell had she been thinking?

She had completely lost her mind. Acting like that, throwing herself at him like she was possessed. Her chest still tingled faintly where Andrew had touche