"No," Amanda shook her head in refusal; she couldn't believe he would make such a request.
What is this supposed to mean?
"You're the one who said 'anything goes.' Going back on your word now?" Lance, having snapped out of his fantasy, pouted slightly in dissatisfaction.
His attitude agitated Amanda. "The car isn't mine! It belongs to the organization; I can't make that decision."
"Then why did you say this was your private space? What are you putting on airs for when it's not even yours?" Lance looked at her with disdain, as if she were claiming public housing as her own.
Amanda barely contained her anger. Her fists, clenched at her sides, trembled slightly from the force, causing her chest to quiver.
She prided herself on her years of self-cultivation and restraint. Even when Tamara provoked her, she could remain indifferent, even responding with elegance. But in front of this man, she simply couldn't maintain her composure.
