I wasn't sure whether anyone would be interested in my story so thank you so much to all of you who left comments about it. Here is the next chapter...

Chapter Two.

"singing on my weakness, playing on my fears"

The man who'd gone into the factory had parked at the front of it on arriving with the doors of the van at the entrance of the factory and though as he had purposefully parked in that way it probably wouldn't have made any passer by think there had been a reason behind it, he wasn't a complete moron. He'd deliberately left it until he'd known she was there but was doubtful anyone else was and had taken the flowers as a distraction and he guessed as an excuse if he'd had to give an excuse, that and being told those particular flowers might throw her off a little and go to his advantage. He left Carla in an uncomfortable position on the floor of the office with her leg twisted in what he was quite sure was an uncomfortable position, not that he was overly bothered though.

He left the office and on getting to the door of the factory he checked that there was no one around and after being satisfied the Street was empty he took a stride to his van and opened the door and after getting a scruffy rucksack from the back of it he closed the doors and locked them before making his way back into the factory, though unlike him entering previously after he had he locked the main door and made his way back to the office and shoved the keys into his pocket on getting inside. She wasn't going anywhere. He let the door close behind him and walked around Carla and got her bag which he shoved into the rucksack he'd gotten after taking out multiple things and laying them neatly across her desk, almost too neatly, perfectly aligned with each item he removed from the bag. He was distracted as Carla groaned and made some attempt at an effort to move, though he knew she wouldn't be going anywhere he idly thought about whether she'd figured that out for herself.

Carla was unsure where she was as she moved and after pushing herself into a sitting position with a hand either side of her waist she let her back fall against the desk for some kind of support, though as she did she brushed against a leg of someone unfamiliar and after turning in the direction of the burly guy who was in the office with her she couldn't deny the panic she felt as she made to run though was completely unsteady on her feet and her ankle throbbed painfully and almost in sync with her arm that was in a cast, and she doubted the heels she was wearing helped her, though as she felt an arm tighten around her waist as she was pulled back away from the door as she reached to grab the handle and quite literally thrown into the office, landing back on the floor with a thud as the man who she'd thought was quite simply delivering her flowers let go of her. She knew he was there for a completely different reason and knew she would have been lying to say she wasn't scared to know what that reason was.

Carla shuffled back to create a bigger gap between them and after doing so she spoke and though she tried to make her voice sound as steady as possible she couldn't completely disguise the shake in it. "What are you here for, if it's money you're after take it and go."

He chuckled patronisingly in her direction, a deep gruff laugh that made her shudder. "Something he didn't describe you as was dumb."

He? Who was he? She felt ice cold. Carla was unsure of whether she would have liked to know the answer to her following question but found the words leaving her lips anyway. "Who are you talking about?"

He smirked "that's for me to know." Carla opened her mouth to speak again but before a single word passed her lips he interrupted her, his tone harsh. "Would you shut your noise, you're really beginning to get on my nerves." He snapped, and moved some industrial tape against her desk which she guessed was for her benefit. It had the desired effect he'd thought it might. He thought she should be quiet. Whatever, she thought, she'd play the game his way until she decided there was an opportunity for her to act on some of the thoughts that were racing through her as the guy who had been stood beside her turned and went back over to where his rucksack was, though for what she didn't have any idea.

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Nick leaned against the bar in the Bistro and sighed, he was tired and had been running around like crazy since the party that had booked had arrived though they were full of compliments at the service and the place and he was pleased both with himself and everyone who had been on the shift. The customers had left and they had closed the Bistro but they had cleaning to do though it wasn't something Nick was interested in doing and after checking that he hadn't had a message from Carla he assumed she was busy with stuff at the factory and a little smile tugged at his lips as he thought about her. As the door from the kitchen opened and Robert walked into the bar he turned around and spoke to him. "Robert, would you give them a hand in sorting this place I'm thinking about sneaking out and going to meet Carla."

Robert nodded in acknowledgement, he might have had a stupid fling with Carla but he didn't like her, he didn't like her at all. "Sure, I've got stuff to do in there before i go anyway." He gestured to the door that led to the kitchen.

"You're a mate." Nick told him and slapped him on the back in a friendly manner before he grabbed his coat and after shrugging it on he left. He hadn't thought Carla would have been the slightest bit interested in being with him so after she had been he had known he hadn't liked the thought of doing something to damage the relationship they had together and he thought it was probably the best relationship he'd been in. He had been taken aback at her proposal but he knew he loved her and he knew from conversations they'd had that he was as much if not more excited about them getting married than she was.

So he wasn't going to meet Carla but Robert didn't have to know that and after leaving the factory he fastened his coat and made his way over to the shop for some things, he was going to treat his girlfriend, fiancée, future Mrs Nick Tilsley and though he hadn't been renound for being a romantic, he was going to give it a go. He almost smiled at himself and his thoughts as he walked across the Street. You're like a schoolboy with a crush, you lovesick old sod, was his last thought as he shoved his hands into his pockets and stepped into The Cabin.