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WAITING FOR A WOMAN LIKE YOU
Alanis still kept her hot face buried, and it wasn't until she heard him walk away that she dared move.
“Are you stupid or what?” she scolded herself faintly. “How could you? How could you have come so near to…?”
‘To what?’ she heard her inner voice.
Probably just a kiss. He had probably only wanted a kiss. But then Alanis shook her head at her own gullibility. Men like Brody McLean didn't stop at a kiss in a situation like the one they had been in and she knew it.
“You’re so stupid… So, so stupid… How could you have succumbed to such an obvious seduction attempt? What happened with John taught you nothing?” she whispered to herself blindly as burning humiliation set her whole body aflame.
&nbs
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