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"Carla let me in, please Carla, just open the door" Peter shouted from outside the flat.
"Not until you tell me we don't have to go to Tracy's"
"Carla, come on"
Peter didn't want to bail on Tracy, but he couldn't be left standing in the middle of the street in his boxers either. Just as he was about to agree, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone. Laughter then roared, and a wave of embarrassment ran through his body.
"My my my, someone's been a naughty boy" Tracy said between fits of laughter. "Not putting a good enough performance on was he Carla?" she shouted up at Carla
Carla kicked herself. She was going to mention the birthday meal. "Summat like that"
"You need to let him back up now though, I'm on my way to the bistro, so don't be late" Tracy shouted up again. She turned to Peter "I quite like her. Better than that trollop Leanne anyway"
Peter thought that of course Tracy would say that after seeing what Carla had done just now. Tracy was more of a game player than Carla, if that was at all possible.
Carla threw the flat keys out of the window as Peter caught them, smiling to himself. "See you in 10 Trace" Peter called as Tracy walked away from him, towards the bistro.
"Typical" Carla said as Peter entered the flat, shivering slightly. "I had you right where I wanted you and it was just my luck that she showed up weren't it"
"Well you shouldn't push your luck should you?" Peter teased her, and kissed her on her full, lipgloss covered lips. "Go get ready love. You've lost the game"
Carla playfully mocked a stroppy teenager, as she turned on her heels and headed towards the bedroom to get changed. Peter laughed at her acting pissed off, and he lightly smacked her bottom as she walked away, causing her to jump. Although she was taking it well, he knew she really was gutted that they'd now have to go to the bistro. She was not in the mood to be questioned and damned.
Peter picked up the clothes he had just taken off, from the kitchen and living room floor. He was ready in no time and waited for Carla to come from the bedroom. She walked into the living room wearing a figure hugging, short black dress with block sleeves. She paired it with a pair of black heels and diamond earrings. Her hair was left down to one side, the waves of her raven hair secured by some hairspray. She looked breathtakingly beautiful.
"Wow" Peter sighed. "You look amazing."
"Funny that, all I want you to do is take these clothes off me" she walked towards him seductively.
"I will… Later. Come on or Tracy will be having a go that we're late" Peter kissed the end of Carla's nose, and stroked his thumb on her cheek.
Peter turned to walk out of the flat door, but Carla grabbed his hand and spun him back round to face her. She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't find any words. She wanted to tell him that she was feeling a little nervous and insecure about the family gathering, but she didn't want to admit her weakness. Instead, she kissed him passionately on the lips. She looked down, and with the hand that was holding his hand, she intertwined her fingers with his, and they both walked out of the flat, towards the bistro, hand in hand.
"Tracy will have told everyone about what happened before we even get there, I'll bet."
"Just laugh it off Carla"
"Uhhhhh" Carla complained, "Blanche is going to have a field day. Cannot wait for this..."