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pain,” Corrina said. “But you’re not submissive.”
    “Did Aidan tell you that?” Simone gave him a long, cold glare.
    “He didn’t have to. I could tell.” Corrina looked at Simone with a small but friendly smile, then leaned to kiss Aidan’s knee, just once. “Aidan doesn’t understand.”
    “Bullshit.” He looked down at her.
    Corrina looked back at him without flinching. “Respectfully, sweetheart. You don’t.”
    “She’s right,” Simone said. “You never did, really.”
    Aidan scowled. “What do I need to understand? That this guy isn’t treating you right? That you deserve better?”
    “You don’t even know him,” Simone told him evenly. “And I already said, we’re not dating. We’re just fucking. And it’s not so easy, you know. To find a man who will give me what I like.”
    “Most of them are too soft,” Corrina said. “They’re afraid of breaking you.”
    Simone looked at the girl with a newfound level of respect. “Yes.”
    “Was Aidan? Afraid of breaking you?”
    Simone and Aidan stared at one another. “That’s a question he’d have to answer.”
    “No. I wasn’t afraid of breaking you. No matter what I gave you, Simone, you always took it. As much as I could give you.”
    “He’s afraid of breaking me ,” Corrina said with a hitch in her voice. Her shoulders slumped. She lost her perfect posture.
    Shit . Was she going to cry? Simone put her coffee mug back on the tray.
    “She’s not as strong as you were,” Aidan said, and Corrina let out a low, muffled sob.
    “Hey,” Simone said to him. “Not cool.”
    “No, no. It’s all right.” Corrina looked up with wet eyes and a brave smile. “I need to get better.”
    “Aidan told me you were perfect,” Simone told her with a sniff in his direction.
    Corrina burst into sobs.
    “Shit, now look what you did,” Aidan said.
    “I’m s-s-sorry,” Corrina gasped. “I’m not perfect! I’m trying to be–”
    “Nobody’s perfect,” Simone said harshly. “Hey. Corrina. Look at me.”
    Corrina wasn’t Simone’s sub, but she turned anyway. Simone waved a hand in Aidan’s direction. “I was far from perfect for him.”
    Corrina swiped at her eyes, getting herself under control with visible effort. She straightened her back and shoulders and folded her hands in her lap again. She lowered her head.
    “I’m sorry, Aidan.”
    At least he wasn’t making her call him Sir. Or Master. He’d been into that for a while. Simone could still remember the bitter taste of that on her tongue.
    Aidan looked at her, and Simone couldn’t tell if he were angry or amused or turned on. Maybe all three. She tried to communicate her frustration to him with a look, but typically, he ignored her.
    “Your outburst is uncalled for, Corrina,” he said in a low, shiver-inducing voice that wasn’t meant for her and should’ve turned Simone’s stomach, but still managed to make her tingle. Just a little.
    There was a reason they’d stayed friends, after all.
    “I’m sorry,” Corrina repeated, and got to her feet with a smooth, graceful motion Simone envied. Head still bowed, without even a glance toward Simone, she said, “should I get the chair?”
    “I don’t know. Simone, do you think I should get the chair?”
    Simone gave him another long look. Now he was starting to play games, and that wasn’t what she’d had in mind when she’d agreed to come over after dinner. There was that saying, though, about old habits and dying hard.
    “I don’t know, Aidan. What’s the chair?”
    “Get the chair, Corrina.”
    The girl shuddered, but went at once to the corner of the living room and pulled out a straight-backed chair. Worn, a little rickety, nothing special about it. She took it to the center of the room and turned it around so she could grip the back of it. She settled her feet at shoulder-width and bent her head to let her hair fall over her shoulders, exposing her back.
    Aidan went over to her, running his fingers