Eden looked at her hands and tried to recommit to her character. She was a sallow, weak Victorian girl, but she could talk to this Scottish doctor. He knew about women’s issues. Women’s bodies. He would be nice to her. She gave him what she hoped was a tragic smile. “My parents just don’t understand me. Most of the time, I want to get away from them.”

Doctor Williams bowed his head, as though she’d said something disturbing. “Miss Cartwright, it’s time we had a difficult conversation.”

“Yes, Doctor?”

His expression grew stern. “Your father is concerned you are… corrupting yourself.”

His voice rasped on the last syllable, as though he could just imagine her doing it.

Eden pressed her thighs together. “Oh.”

“Do you know what I mean when I say ‘corrupting yourself’, lass?”

She knew she loved him calling her that. “I-I think so.”

“And are you?”

She looked up at the ceiling. There was no need to fake embarrassment. She’d been ‘corrupting herself’ to thoughts of Willow at every given opportunity. “Y-Yes.”

Doctor Williams sighed. “Thank you for being honest, lass. But that’s incredibly inappropriate. Your body is a gift to your future husband. You don’t want to deny him what’s rightfully his, do you?”

This was getting good. Eden sat up, arching her back. “I can’t help it, Doctor. Every night, these feelings come over me and I don’t know what to do.”

Her voice had changed slightly. She’d given it a whispery, panicked edge. It was a little ‘cheerleader in a porno,’ but fuck it.

“What feelings are you having, Miss Cartwright?”

A flush was spreading across Willow’s neck, descending to his collar. Eden stared at it with pleasure. From where she was sitting, she was almost sure he was hard behind his white coat. She pressed a hand between her breasts. “I have this pressure down my front. And then I think… terrible things.”

She stared out the window and imagined Willow throwing her over his desk and impaling her on his cock—hoping the thought showed on her face.

The doctor cleared his throat. “Thank you for confiding in me, Miss Cartwright. Let’s proceed with the physical examination.”

Eden’s inner muscles flexed. “Examination?”

“Yes.” He pointed to a partition in the back corner of the room. “I’m going to leave while you take off your undergarments and lie back in the chair.”

“Am I… to remove my dress?”

“No. You may leave that on.”

Without another word, he walked away, the sound of his shiny dress shoes echoing around the room.