atment, not to get laid.
But as I looked at him, I felt my body warming. His tongue darted out and gently licked his lips as his eyes moved up every inch of my body. He was taking in my curves and mentally saving the pictures so he could think about me later: I just knew it. The pure embarrassment of the moment was too much for me, and I finally gathered myself enough to mumble something and then storm away from the two men.
Damn him and that sexy-ass smile and winking! Damn that guy!
Chapter Two
Erik
Maybe coming to a rehab center wasn’t going to be as bad as I had originally thought it would be. This girl was hot as hell. It was a shame she had herself hidden away in the middle-of-nowhere Colorado. I could see making the most out of my stay if I could get the hot redhead naked and in my bed. Otherwise, the entire trip to Colorado was shaping up to be a real downer.
Women were my weakness, there was no use denying it or even trying to pretend like I could control myself around them. When a woman pressed up against me and told me she wanted me, that was all it took to have her naked in my bed. I hadn’t had to chase after a woman for years because they were happy to throw themselves at me whenever I needed some company for a few hours.
I never let women spend the night unless my level of intoxication was so high that I fell asleep and totally forgot they were in my bed. Otherwise, I either went home or they did. There was no need to actually fall asleep with them if our fun was over, after all.
Doing things that I didn’t want to do certainly wasn’t in my normal repertoire. So, I had to make this trip out to be something that I could make useful on some level. If that meant I was spending time with a hot, young redhead, then that might just be motivation enough for me.
I didn’t really know why I let my business partner, Spencer, talk me into coming to a drug rehab center. I didn’t feel I had an issue with drugs. I liked to party. What red-blooded man with my kind of money didn’t like to throw some parties? I might have gotten a little out of hand at times, but certainly nothing that required a treatment facility.
My only purpose for going to that Godforsaken place was to get away from the media for a few weeks and clean up my act so we could invest in a new movie studio. The financial backers had expressed concerns about my constant partying, and despite me adamantly refusing that I had a problem, they weren’t interested in letting us in on the deal unless I was more stable.
So, after a little research, Spencer came up with Paradise Peak. It was far enough away from my world in San Francisco, but at the same time, it was a very well put together facility. The grounds were immaculate, even though it was the middle of winter. I loved that I would have access to everything I needed right at my fingertips.
Sure, I wanted to get better. Or whatever it was my friends thought I needed. But I didn’t need some hole-in-the-wall treatment center that didn’t even have a pool. This place had a pool, fitness center, yoga, and tons of other exercises and activities.
“It’s more like a resort than a rehab center, Erik. Trust me, it’s going to be so relaxing. You can sleep all day, swim in the afternoons, get massages, and just totally relax.”
I could already tell that Spencer had just tried to fluff up the place and what I would have to do there. Group sessions, individual therapy sessions, interacting with my peers – it all sounded horrible and I already wanted to leave. I didn’t blame him, though; Spencer had always been a good friend to me and only interested in pushing me toward being a better person.
I turned my attention to the beautiful redhead. After catching her in the midst of a risqué conversation with her friend, I felt like I had the upper hand in our little cat-and-mouse game. I still wanted to know where that piercing of hers was, although I suspected it was in her tongue or her boss wouldn’t have mentioned it. But hell, it was fun to think about all the other locations that she could have pierced.
“No, don’t get on your knees,” she said as her face turned brilliant red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry; I need to go.”
“Wait, what was your name again?” I asked.
But it was too late; she had already taken off down the hallway and wasn’t looking back. For a wild child, this girl seemed to be pretty shy. It was fun, though. I liked how embarrassed she had gotten from my remark. Her cheeks had flushed red and her pretty, blue eyes had glazed over as she tried to think of something to say in the situation. I couldn’t wait until the next time I saw her and could bring up the moment, just to get her to blush.
The women that typically hit on me were full of confidence and didn’t get embarrassed. They would show up at my parties with the sole purpose of getting into my bed. Certainly, they weren’t embarrassed then if I made a comment about their bodies, or even joked with them about sexual things. Those girls wanted to wow me with how open they were and how much they thought a night with them would make me addicted to them. Little did they know that every girl before them had pretty much done the same thing.
It had been a very long time since I had been around a woman who had turned red faced and shy. I liked it. I liked feeling like there was something special and different about this girl – something that might keep me interested, at least while I was at the treatment facility. Women bored me easily, at least the ones who I spent time around normally.
“Her name is Cassidy,” the nurse behind the counter said.
“Thanks.”
“Mr. Levy, let me get you settled into your room,” Mr. March said as he tried to guide me away from the nurses’ station.
It wasn’t worth arguing with the man, so I followed him toward my room. My one suitcase had already been dropped off there and it looked like someone had gone through my things. There was a clear bag sitting next to my suitcase and several items from my suitcase had been placed in there.
“What’s this?” I asked as I tried to keep my temper in check. “You just go through people’s things like that?”
It was then that I noticed there was a security guard standing in the corner; he seemed to have been waiting for us to arrive. He wasn’t all that big of a man, but he certainly didn’t look like the kind of guy you wanted to mess with.
I had often hired men like him to work at my parties. They looked like normal guys, but had fierce skills in protecting the people they were hired to keep safe. I assumed he was probably an ex-police officer or something like that. He had that firm, unemotional look about him that intimidated me. But of course, I couldn’t let on that I cared who he was at all.
“Mr. March, I found about two grams of cocaine, a small bag of marijuana, cigarettes, and ten shot-sized containers of alcohol. Also removed the shoelaces, belts, and hoodies strings from all the clothing.”
“What the hell!” I yelled as I looked between the two men.