He’s Found My Weakness
It took my sluggish brain another full minute to process the meaning of his words.
I shook my head.
‘Shameless’ was too mild a word to describe the man.
I glared at him, but the dim streetlight reduced its effectiveness.
He wasn’t fazed at all.
‘Come on.’ He pulled me up.
I pushed him away.
I didn’t want any physical contact with him.
‘Leave me alone!’ I staggered to my feet, swaying a little. ‘Forget about last night. It never happened. Now scram.’
I looked around, picked a direction that would hopefully take me homeward, and set off.
I stopped after taking one step.
Landon was wrong.
I wasn’t the Little Mermaid.
I was the tribeswoman forced to participate in the ritual of firewalking.
The step I took made me feel like I was tramping over a bed of hot coals.
I hissed in pain and had to sit down.
I took off the Balenciaga Cagole 3.5-inch cracked pumps and rubbed my swollen feet.
The heels cost about $2,500, and I’d trade them for a pair of flip-flops in a heartbeat.
‘I really don’t und
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