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