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me, but they were very candid about everything that was wrong with me.
    Especially my dad.
    Just a few sharp and well-timed putdowns from my dad could completely run me into the ground. Over the years I’ve gotten very good at doing the same thing to myself.
    I smooth out the wrinkles on my dress. Any shorter and it would actually be just a shirt. And I don’t think it’s possible for the dress to be any tighter. It’s already like a second skin. I’m also wearing fuck-me pumps which give my legs the appearance of being a lot longer and shapelier than they actually are.
    I generally don’t wear a lot of makeup, but I’ve put on some bright red lipstick that just begs to be kissed off.
    I run my fingers through my long, brown hair one last time to give it a little bit of a tousled effect.
    Slut.
    That’s the only word I can think of as I stare at my reflection.
    I’ve been a slut since the seventh grade. I’ve never really given the term or its implications much thought until I was in rehab. I just considered myself a girl who loves cock. I could never get enough of it. Who, when, where or why didn’t matter as long as I had a dick inside of me.
    In rehab they made us examine every aspect of our lives under a microscope. We talked a lot about my addiction to dick. Apparently I use sex to feel wanted and needed and loved.
    The idea that maybe I just liked sex without it being some cry for help was completely dismissed by every one of my counselors.
    It’s just as date, I remind myself for the millionth time as I take one last look in the mirror. You don’t have to fuck him .
    But all I can see is a slut staring back at me from the mirror.
    ***
    Leo’s eyes grow wide as he watches me emerge from my suite.
    “Wild Child.” He shakes his head. “I don’t think I can take you out dressed like that.”
    I visibly deflate and wonder if I still have time to change.
    “You’ll cause riots in the streets. Guys will be fighting over you and I’ll have to beat the shit out of every one of them.”
    I roll my eyes at him. “Where are you taking me for dinner?”
    “Someplace nice. At least that’s what Rayne told me.” He shrugs. “I don’t get out to restaurants much.”
    “You look great,” I tell him. It’s no lie. Leo cleans up nicely. His standard attire is battered jeans and a concert t-shirt, but today he’s wearing black slacks and a black button-down shirt. I also notice he’s got on black loafers rather than the old black boots he normally wears.
    He’s also wearing his signature scent, sandalwood and citrus. As I breathe him in I’m tempted to say, “Screw the date,” and pull him into my bedroom. I have a feeling fucking Leo might be a little more fun than spending the evening in a snooty restaurant downtown.
    When he says, “Let’s go,” I’m jolted back to reality. The one in which I’m remaining celibate and on the clean and sober path.
    For a brief moment I wonder if he’ll take my hand, but he slips his hands in the pockets of his pants instead. “I had to borrow one of Rayne’s cars,” he announces as we head outside. There’s a beautiful sapphire blue BMW convertible waiting for us as we step out the front door.
    “You don’t have a car of your own?” I’m pretty sure he could afford one. Not that I’m one to judge. Right now I can’t even afford the gas for a car let alone the insurance and monthly loan payments.
    He shakes his head. “I’ve got an old bike. I’ve had it for years. Still runs though so what the hell.”
    “And by bike I assume you mean motorcycle?” Somehow I can’t imagine Leo Donovan ever riding a bicycle.   
    He laughs. “Yea, I’ve got a motorcycle. I didn’t think you’d want to hop on the back of my bike.” He looks me up and down. “Definitely not dressed like that.”
    “Do you like my outfit?” I ask. I used to be overconfident, sometimes even arrogant, but being in rehab knocked me down to nothing. I feel like I’m just