“You know what,” she whispered seductively in my ear. “I’m going to say no. Not just no, but hell no,” she continued.
“Come on, now. You don’t even know what I’m working with here,” I said as I pointed to my pants.
I had gotten hard the second I touched her and she needed to know that. The girls I was used to hanging around seemed to really enjoy it when I let them know how excited I was for them.
I wasn’t a shy guy when it came to women. It hadn’t always been that way, but lately, the ladies were throwing themselves at me and I had really gotten used to it. There wasn’t much a guy had to do if he was rich. Women just wanted to sleep with me. They wanted to be in my bed and surprise me. They tried to shock me with all the sexual things they wanted to do with me; and I was perfectly fine with it all.
“I should slap you. If you grab me again, or put any of your body parts near me, I’ll have you transferred to the secured unit. And trust me, you won’t like it there.”
Her voice was firm, yet sexy as hell. I wanted to protest her refusal but decided it wasn’t worth risking it. I certainly couldn’t deal with a unit that was even more restrictive than the one I was already on.
Even though all of her words told me she didn’t want to have her hand on my throbbing member, there was a smile beneath it all. And I swore I felt her rub up and down briefly before she pulled her hand away.
This girl was hot. Not just because she had the obvious physical attractiveness, but she was even hotter because of her attitude. I hadn’t been around a woman who would refuse me since I was in my first years of college. Cassidy intrigued me.
“I’ll have you wet for me before you know it,” I whispered back to her.
“I doubt it. I don’t go for the arrogant jerks. I prefer good guys who actually want to make their life better.”
“How do you know I’m not a good guy?”
“I don’t. But so far, you’re not really giving off the good guy vibe.”
After she removed her hand from my cock and stood up, we both looked up and noticed a large, black man walking toward me. He was huge, well over six feet tall and at least 300 pounds. His eyes focused on me and all I could think about was that he was pissed that I was flirting with Cassidy.
“Mr. Levy, can you come with me?” the man asked.
“No, thank you, I’m eating.”
“I’d suggest you go with him,” Cassidy said with a quirky smile across her face.
“Mr. Levy, I’m Jarrod, your therapist. We will be meeting every day at 8:30 a.m. If you refuse to meet with me, there is a one-point deduction charged to you.”
“Oh, for God’s sake with these damn points. Fine. Let’s go talk,” I reluctantly agreed. “I’ll talk to you when I get back,” I said as I stood up and looked Cassidy in the eyes.
“Enjoy your counseling session. Group sessions will start at ten.”
“You’re committed to torturing me while I’m here, aren’t you?” I asked as a joke.
“Yep,” she replied with a mischievous smile.
I couldn’t wait to talk to her again. She was a hard ass and certainly nothing like any other girl I had met in recent years. I liked the challenge she represented for me. Maybe this treatment program was going to be a little more fun that I had expected.
If I could get through all the damn meetings and rules, I was interested to get more information on this girl.
“You shouldn’t bother flirting with her. She doesn’t date guys from treatment,” a man next to me in group said.
“What?”
“Cassidy, you were flirting with her. She’s tough. Don’t waste your time.”
“It’s not a waste. I’ll bet you that I can land her in my room before I leave.”
“I’m Brad, and I’ll take that bet,” the man said as we shook hands.
Chapter Five
Cassidy