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It was a risk, but one he was willing to take.Now, all he had to do was prove to her that she still had feelings for him and convince her that it was worth admitting it.

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Eden

If you really didn’t care, youwouldn’t have accepted his damn challenge.

Shut up, brain.

She’d fallen neatly into his trap, and she couldn’t get out of it without basically admitting she cared, whether or not she said the words.So, now she was going to go through with it just to show she could scene with him and shake it off immediately afterward.The way someone who didn’t care could.

It was just attraction.

It didn’t help that the whole week she’d been unable to keep memories of past scenes from playing out in her head like the world’s most taunting movie reel.But memories weren’t always truthful.Chances were, things hadn’t been as hot as she remembered them.Her brain romanticized it because once they were deeper into their marriage, once things started falling apart, it wasn’t like that anymore.So, her brain romanticized the earlier relationship, telling her the sex had been hotter than it had been to help her justify why she’d stayed with him for so long.

That made sense, right?So, once she had sex with him again, she would know that it wasn’t as good as her brain was trying to make her believe.It was just sex.Then she’d be able to walk away with her heart intact.

Are we having sex?He said scene, not sex… maybe he doesn’t plan to have sex…

Shit.

Right back to the mental circles she kept running around all week because her brain kept interpreting ‘scene’ as ‘sex’ and there was a part of her that really, really, really still wanted to have sex with him.That part was her slutty vagina, which didn’t care that he’d broken her heart all those years ago.

Looking down at her crotch, Eden scowled.

“Stop being so selfish,” she scolded the part in question.“You can’t just run things from your own agenda.”

Since her vagina didn’t have ears, it couldn’t exactly listen.

The alarm on her phone went off, letting her know it was time to head to the Outlands.Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her purse and headed to the front door, pausing to take one last look in the entryway’s mirror.It hadn’t been easy to find an outfit that combined “I don’t care about you” with “Eat your heart out because you made a mistake when you lost me,” but she thought she’d done pretty well.

No babygirl stuff here—she was wearing a sexy pink dress that clung to her body and matched her hair, which she was wearing down.The dress wasn’t fetish wear, but it was hot as hell, sexy, and made her feel damn good.With the bright color, low cut top, and tight skirt with a slit up both thighs, it was the kind of dress Marcus would have had a shit fit over if she’d tried to wear it out anywhere.

Which was exactly why she’d chosen it.

Even if it didn’t bother him now, it was a reminder to both of them that—at one point—it would have.Memories were better armor than any clothing she could put on, and she had a feeling she was going to need every advantage she could get.

Or you could just cancel.

Shut up, brain.

That would be admitting defeat.Then she would have to face the reality that she’d be disappointed at not getting the chance to see what things were like now.Besides, how was she supposed to wash away the romanticized memories with reality if she didn’t do the reality?

She’d always be left wondering if it was really as good as she remembered and wishing she’d taken the opportunity to find out.Plus, he’d agreed to leave her alone after they scened.Well… as long as it was clear she didn’t have any feelings left for him.

And it would be clear.

Right?

Shut up, brain.

Shaking her head to clear it, she yanked the door open and headed out.

The Outlands kink club wasn’t far from her in downtown Pittsburgh.It used to be a restaurant that turned into a dance club at night on the top floor and a BDSM club in the basement, but last year it had undergone some renovations.Now it was just a BDSM club.There had been an increase in membership fees to use all the amenities, but Eden had felt it was more than worth it.

The new club had two floors, all dedicated to kink.The top floor still had a bar and a dance floor, but now there were private rooms, stations for sceneing along the walls of the main floor, and a large space balcony where they could look down on what was happening below them.The lower floor was still where most of the sceneing equipment was out in the open and there were more private rooms down there as well.

Eden wasn’t surprised to find Rita, Andres, Owen, and Bree already there at one of the bar tables with Marcus when she arrived.Marcus was always early for everything, and she didn’t think any of their friends were going to want to miss whatever happened between them.The moment they spotted her, all of them straightened up.Rita didn’t bother to hide her excitement, her blue eyes sparkling as if she was about to watch a movie she’d been looking forward to.

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