''Excuse me, what the hell do you think you're doing?'' Peter stood inside Carla's flat, tricking his way in then not giving her a chance to say no when he pushed him self through the door.

''Do you push your way into people's homes on a regular basis, or just mine?'' Carla fumed.

''Not usually, but for you I thought I'd make an exception'' Peter smirked, causing Carla's insides to flip.

''Sorry did you actually want something or are you just here to be annoying'' Peter walked closer to Carla, his face almost touching hers, his breath tickling her cheeks. ''I told you what I wanted earlier'' he whispered

''And I told you, you've got no chance, so run along home Peter'' Carla struggled to keep her voice even as her breath hitched in her throat. He did things to her that she was sure no other man had ever done.

''Yeah?" So how come you're practically drooling?"

"I am not! I am not!" Peter laughed, feeling a sense of pride at seeing the usually so powerful woman crumbing with one look from him. It started off as a bit of a game for him, but watching her now, the way her eyes danced around as she bit her bottom lip, he started to think maybe it was more than a quick fumble he was after.

Peter leant over so his lips touched her ear, ''I know you want me as much as I want you'' His lips moved around to her neck, peppering her neck with soft kisses. ''I am not as easy as you think Barlow'' Regaining her composure and stepping away from Peter with confidence.

''You know you're incredibly hot when you're playing hard to get, Connor''

''Mmm, you and me both know that I am incredibly hot all the time darlin'''

''Well at least let me take you out for dinner?" Peter was determined he wouldn't give in.

''Dinner eh? You should be warned that I'm far from a cheap date Barlow''

''I don't doubt it love, tomorrow at 7?"

''I never said I'd come out wi' you Peter'' Carla grinned, knowing the effect she was having on him, whist trying to hide the effects he was having on her.

''We both know you were going to though'' Peter stepped forwards and placed a fleeting kiss to her cheek, ''I'll pick you up at seven''

''Wear something nice'' He called with a smug grin as he stepped out of Carla's flat, the door being pushed shut as he did. Carla fell back against the wall, she couldn't deny the flutter in her stomach at the thought of tomorrow.

''So what happened next Nana, did you go out for dinner with him?" "Aye, love. Though it wasn't what I was expecting I'll tell ya that'' Carla smiled as she remembered the night fondly.

''What do you mean?" Ronnie's faced creased in confusion as she looked at Carla, eager to hear the remaining part of the story. ''Stick the kettle on for ya old Nan and then maybe I'll tell you'' She smiled at her granddaughter as she hurried off to make her Nana a coffee and herself a tea, whilst pondering over why she'd never met this 'Peter' and whether her Nana was still in touch with him.