"Love is just a game for some, for others love is life itself."

Carla stood in her usual place, propping up the bar at her local. She wore knee length boots and skin tight leggings, her leopard print blouse clung to her womanly curves. ''Hello stranger'', she smiled as she kissed her best friend's cheek and laughed delightfully at something she had sad.

Carla was the type of woman you just couldn't ignore. You could be in a crowd full of the most beautiful girls around and still she'd be the one that had your attention. Peter couldn't take his eyes off her, admiring the way her raven hair fell perfectly in place and the way her eyes twinkled as she caught his gaze.

She was a flirt was Carla Connor, she knew exactly what she could do to men with a flick of her hair and the flutter of her lashes. She had Peter, well and truly. He'd fallen hook, line and sinker. He felt his breath catch in his throat as her tongue ran along the glass of red wine, mesmerised by everything about her.

''Carla, you been listening to a word I've been saying?"

''Sorry 'Chelle, miles away I was"

"Mmm, I noticed. Anyway, I was saying I've gotta head off, I'll see you at work right babe?"

''Course, love you"

"Love you" Michelle smiled and left Carla alone, who swiftly headed towards a booth and settled herself down, finishing her glass and immediately pouring another.

"Anyone sitting here?" A gruff voiced asked, trying to catch the dark haired woman's eyes.

''Would you believe me if I said yes?"

Peter didn't answer, ignoring Carla's groans of protest. ''So what's a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?"

"That's probably the worst chat up line I've ever heard Peter" She tired to sound annoyed but couldn't keep the hint of a smile from her face.

''Oh so you know who I am then, didn't think the ice queen took notice of the peasants around here?"

"Oh Peter, everyone 'round here's heard about you" She replied with a smirk, she wasn't used to anyone giving her a run for her money, she was usually the one with the sharp tongue.

''Was there something you wanted or do you just like to harass women for fun?"

"There was one thing I wanted actually"

"Oh and what was that?"

"You."

Carla swung her head back and gave Peter her filthiest giggle, leaning over the table so her breath was tickling his neck she whispered into his ear "Don't touch what you can't afford Barlow" Her silky voice gave Peter goosebumps as he watched her walk away, hips swaying as she did.

She turned around and gave him a small, sarcastic wave, and Peter knew it right then, he'd d anything to get that girl

''Nana, you were such a flirt!"

"Oh you know me love, if you've got it, flaunt it that's what I say" Carla gave a soft laugh at her granddaughter's shocked face though she wasn't sure why she were so surprise, Carla had always been incredibly open with her dirty side.

''So did he write you the first letter then? Is that what happened?"

"No love, not exactly..."