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you.”
Greg dropped his beer, swooped in and put his arms around her waist. He picked
her up and carried her out of the reach of the water.
    “Could you put me
down?” She pressed her palms against his chest.
    “Why don’t you
give me a kiss first?”
    She smelled the alcohol
on his breath and guessed that he wasn’t working on his first beer of the
night. Greg had always been nice to her, and she guessed that it was the
alcohol talking now more than anything else.
    She needed to get
away from him before things got out of control. “You know, I don’t think that
would be such a good idea.”
    “Come on, just a
little kiss. You know you want it. You wouldn’t be wearing that sexy bikini
otherwise.” He set her down on her tiptoes and tightened his arms around her
waist, trapping her. “Admit it. You chose it because you wanted to turn me on.”
    “No.” Oh God, why
had she let Becky convince her to buy the bikini? She should have taken the
black one-piece. Hannah pushed against his hairy chest as her panic wrapped
around her lungs and made it difficult for her to breathe. “Greg, stop.”
    “Come on, I see
how you flirt with Declan and Quinn during chemistry lab. I know that you’re
trying to make me jealous.”
    “What?” She turned
her head away as he tried to kiss her. “What are you talking about?”
    “You wear those
tight tank tops and flowing skirts, then practically rub yourself up against
the exchange students, teasing the rest of us in the class. We all know how
much you want it.”
    “No.” Had she
really acted so loose around Declan and Quinn? They must have thought she was a
tramp, some cheap fly-by-night floozy. Tears stung her eyes as she struggled in
Greg’s grip. “Let go of me.”
    “Come on, one kiss
is all I ask.”
    “No.” Adrenaline
surged through her body and she remembered Becky’s words. Seize the moment. No one was going to help her out here by the water. She had to help herself. No
longer could Hannah sit back and let others dictate her life. She had to take
charge, or end up having sex with some drunk in the cold ocean.
    Hannah brought up
her knee hard and fast, hitting her attacker in the groin. Greg grunted, doubled
over, and whimpered. Hannah stumbled back.
    “I’m not having
sex with you, Greg.” She started walking backward toward the party. “I’m not
having sex with anyone.” She wiped the stray tear on her cheek and glanced over
her shoulder. The party was in full swing. Music and laughter filtered down
over the sand dunes to where Hannah was standing. She didn’t want to be around
other people, especially people who thought she was an easy lay, like Greg
suggested.
    Hannah wrapped her
arms around her middle and ran in the opposite direction. She didn’t know where
she was going, nor did she care. She just knew that she needed to get away.
Tears streamed down her face as embarrassment and shame washed over her body.
Had she really been strutting her stuff to Declan and Quinn like a two dollar
whore? Greg seemed to think so. How many others in the department thought as
Greg did?
    She stopped
running as she went over her encounters with the exchange students in her mind.
Every sexy outfit she picked out, every twist of her hair and giggle played
through her head.
    Good lord, she was a two dollar whore. It was amazing how someone so smart could be so stupid.
    Hannah dropped
onto her knees on the sand, stunned by her actions. For a long time she stared
out over the crashing waves, wishing that they could somehow wash away the
events of the past year and allow her to do them over.
    When had she
gotten so loose? She was never so forward with anyone before. Hannah hardly
ever dated, and never, ever flirted. There was just something about Declan and
Quinn that made her think of all of those erotic novels she read and brought
out her inner vixen. The men were so filled with life and testosterone. She
just couldn’t seem to help herself.
    Heavens, what a
mess. If