She waited a moment, but when Beatty didn't appear, she turned around. "Hurry up and lead the way. We don't have time!"
The words had barely left her lips when she saw Andrew striding purposefully toward her.
Beatty looked bewildered but quickly followed close behind him.
Emily turned back, gave herself a second to breathe, clutched her stomach, and prepared to keep walking.
The next second, her vision tilted wildly, accompanied by a sharp gasp from Beatty.
Andrew had walked right up to her, bent down, scooped her up, and effortlessly hoisted her over his shoulder.
Emily's mind blanked completely. It took her a few seconds to process what was happening.
It wasn't until Andrew started taking long, steady strides and she caught sight of Beatty's deeply complicated expression from her upside-down vantage point that reality set in.
She was slung over Andrew's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
She immediately began pounding her fists against his back. "What are you doing?! Put me down!"
Andrew's pace didn't slow. His grip on her legs was ironclad. "If you won't let me carry you on my back, I'm carrying you like this."
Without missing a beat, he delivered a firm smack to the back of her calf. "Behave. Stop moving."
Emily's abdomen was already in agony, and the pressure of his hard shoulder digging into her stomach was making her nauseous.
"I feel sick!" she ground out through clenched teeth.
Andrew paused for a fraction of a second, shifting her weight slightly so the pressure was off her most sensitive spot.
"Better?" he asked.
It was better, but the sheer humiliation of being carried this way was unbearable, especially with his secretary staring at them with an indescribable look in her eyes.
She desperately wanted to be put down.

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