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Was she was relieved or dismayed to see that it was Michelle at her door instead of Peter?
Carla couldn't be sure but as her best friend waltzed right into her flat, she let out a distinct sigh all the same.
How much of a bitch was she that she would have rather it be her ex husband at her door than her best friend since she was about thirteen?
Michelle looked at Carla for a second, in a way that only a best friend could. In a totally judgemental and suspicious way, one that made Carla feel incredibly guilty.
Had Michelle seen Peter outside? Had she maybe run into him and guessed what had gone on last night?
The mere idea of it made Carla's eyes widen.
Michelle of course had no idea about last night and no one had see Peter, who had left Victoria Court a good hour ago.
"What Chelle?" Carla said as Michelle continued to study her every move.
Between her wild hair and her half dressed attire, Michelle could only guess that she was maybe interrupting the morning after a very busy night for Carla and Nick.
She could only guess that Carla had gotten hold of him like she wanted and that she had her wicked way with him for the rest of the night and maybe even into the morning.
If only Michelle knew.
If only she'd known that Carla had her wicked way indeed, just not with her boyfriend of almost six months.
"Is Nick ere?" Michelle eventually said, making Carla's chest not feel so tight at the thought of being caught out but reminding her of just what she had done.
"No." Carla said.
"Oh… I just assumed that you'd eventually got hold of him that's all." Michelle said with an eyebrow raised, especially when she saw Carla's red lacy knickers still lying on the floor.
"He was ere… He's gone now though." Carla lied, bending down and picking up the underwear that Peter had slipped down her thighs and past her legs the night before. She put the knickers into her dressing gown pocket and tried her very best to look nonchalant.
After all, Michelle was her best friend and one wrong movement or facial expression could tell her that she was hiding something.
"Oh right…" Michelle said although of course she could sense that something about her best friend wasn't quite right.
Carla made a coffee and also made small talk with her friend for a few minutes before her gaze danced over to the scrunched up piece of paper on the floor.
The very same piece of paper that Peter had left on her kitchen counter, the one with his almost promise to return and return some day soon.
The thought of Peter turning up again, unannounced and armed with desire was enough to make Carla tremble again.
She thought about how he had pushed her up against the kitchen counter, the one that she was stood right against at this very moment.
"Carla!" Michelle said, snapping her out of her illicit daydream and bringing her crashing back to reality.
A reality where she was now a cheating, lying excuse of a woman.
"Sorry Chelle." Carla said, bending down and picking up that piece of paper that she had screwed up and thrown across her kitchen.
The last thing she wanted or needed was Michelle to have read what was written on it.
She knew what Michelle would say if she found out what she had done last night and she was not in the mood for a holier than thou lecture at the moment.
She was still pissed that Peter had legged it and was starting to feel guiltier than ever for what she had done.
"What's that?" Michelle asked, watching Carla as she put the crumpled up piece of paper into the pocket of her dressing gown.
"Nothing."
Carla quickly shrugged it off and changed the subject. They talked about the trivial kind of things that best friends usually talked about but Michelle wasn't stupid, she knew there was something not quite right with her friend's behaviour. She knew that something was definitely up.
She wondered if Carla still had Nick in her bedroom and that she wanted to get in a quickie before going to work especially when Carla tried to fob her off with a story about needing to go and get ready for an early start at work.
Michelle thought that her Nick theory must have been right and made her self scarce, deciding that she would definitely question Carla about this later.
Carla took a sigh of relief once Michelle had left her flat and was sure if she didn't get a move on and fast, that Nick would soon be there at her door and Carla just wasn't sure if she wanted to see him just yet.
As she got dressed, did her hair, her make up and all the other stuff you did whilst getting ready for work, she thought about the mundane activities that she was about to face in the day ahead. She thought about the emails she had to send and the orders she had to supervise but as she looked at her untidy bed sheets and the rest of last nights outfit that was on the floor... Her activities with Peter filled her head instead.
It was a while before these words that Peter had said to her last night had come to mind.
"Trust me Carla… When I'm done with you, you won't even know where work is."
She tried to shake off the image of his head, going slowly down her body and kissing her all over but it still managed to completely take her over and it was only when her phone began ringing that Carla had realised that Peter was right.
She had forgotten all about going to work and was still sat inside her flat when she was supposed to be at the factory about half and hour ago.
As she left her place and raced over to the factory, Carla wondered whether Peter was somewhere around.
Was he sat in his Dad's place with his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, maybe pretending like he had just got back from Antigua and that had come for a visit perhaps?
Was he sat in the café having breakfast, acting like he was fresh off the plane and jet lagged?
It then dawned on Carla that when she had seen Peter last night he had no luggage with him, in fact he had absolutely nothing on him at all other than a cocky attitude and a hunger to get under her skin.
She got to the factory and before going inside the building, Carla made herself promise that she would try her very best to forget about last night.
After all, thats what she had said she was going to do.
After all she had been the one to insist that what went on in that bedroom of hers, was only supposed to be for one night.
It only took Carla fifteen minutes or so to realise that forgetting all about last night was not an option.
As the employees of underworld began stitching and sewing and as she sat all alone in her office, thoughts of Peter started to slowly consume her mind.
She glanced at her ordinary office surroundings and went into her handbag, she pulled out the note that Peter had left her and began reading it over and over again.
She had no idea why his familiar scrawl meant so much to her. Why his cocky and arrogant words were now etched into her memory and why she so carefully folded up that piece of paper and placed it carefully back into her bag before she left work at the end of the day.
No matter how hard she tried she couldn't stop thinking about Peter.
There wasn't a part of her body that he had left untouched, un-kissed and un-pleasured. She felt like his fingerprints left her body completely covered for hours and she hadn't even noticed the time until she heard all her employee's saying goodbye to her as they left the building.
Carla got up too, and as she walked home she ran into Ken and Simon.
She made sure she spoke to them. She made sure she made a proper conversation because she wanted to see if either one of them had mentioned that Peter was back.
Neither of them did though, neither of them gave her the slightest hint that Peter was back in town which made it very clear to Carla that he had only come to see her last night.
How could he? How could he have been on the street and not seen his Dad or his own son?
What a selfish bastard.
Then she remembered him telling her that he was "Way too messed up to even think about getting back together." What the heck did that mean?
Carla spent the next few hours of her time wondering what it meant, going over and over it in her head again and again.
It was only when there was a faint knock on her door at around eight pm that evening that Carla was reminded that she had a boyfriend in Nick.
"Hey stranger." Nick said walking into her flat and kissing her sweetly on the cheek.
The "Hey Stranger." That Nick had used to greet her, weighed on her mind as she closed the door behind him.
He of course, hadn't meant it in a way that meant anything other than he missed her but of he didn't know just how much of a different person Carla felt.
Last night had changed her and she wasn't sure if it was obvious or not.
It didn't seem obvious as Nick took his coat of and told Carla to sit down. He treated her like he always did and didn't suspect a thing.
Despite the impending guilt that Carla felt for cheating on such a kind and sweet man like Nick, she still managed to truly enjoyed a night in his company.
Nick cooked dinner and opened a bottle of Carla's favourite wine and as they sipped their drinks and chewed their food companionably Carla knew exactly where tonight was headed.
The mixture of wine and last night's sordid memories made Carla lead Nick over to her sofa.
She had to take him there, it had to be her sofa and not her bed.
She didn't want Nick anywhere near her bedroom right now, not after Peter had tainted it.
Nick of course didn't know this about Carla's insistence to have him on her sofa. He just guessed she was just as aroused as he was and couldn't wait for a moment longer, which she was.
She was just aroused for all the wrong reasons.
After a whole day of thinking about Peter and what he did to her, Carla felt like she just had to give Nick a chance to recreate that feeling that had somehow lasted her all night.
That one where she didn't care about anyone or anything on this earth, other than who was on top of her.
She kissed Nick and pulled him towards her by his tie, and as crazy as it sounded, Carla hoped that somehow Peter knew she was about to have sex with Nick.
She hoped that wherever he was, he'd be thinking about it and she hoped that it was driving him absolutely crazy.
As Nick leant forward and kissed Carla back, she let him push her body backwards so that she was no on her back with him on top of her.
His kisses were incredibly pleasurable and as they quickly began shedding their clothes, Carla was sure that Peter was wrong about Nick.
She was sure that he would be able to get her to reach the same heights of ecstasy that she had done last night.
Nick was a good lover, not the same kind of lover that Peter was but Carla had always been okay with that, in fact she had actually found that endearing about him.
Well… She used to find it endearing, she used to be okay with that.
Now she wasn't so sure.
As Nick moved above her, as he kissed her body gently and as they began making love Carla put all her efforts into concentrating on him and him alone.
It worked. She did just concentrate on Nick...
Well until it was over at least. Until Nick collapsed against her and rest his head on her chest. She laid underneath him and although it was wrong and completely inappropriate her thoughts turned to Peter once again.
Carla hoped this sort of thing would go away soon, that with in time she would no longer think about Peter in that way again but she realised very soon that she was just fooling herself.
It happened every time she and Nick had sex over that week. With every noise she made and every moan that came from within she found herself listening to it to see if it was as loud and as powerful as the ones that Peter had managed to get out of her.
Nick didn't know what she was doing thank god and even though she still felt so guilty for her night of passion with Peter, Carla didn't tell him about it.
She couldn't tell him about it. Nick had practically saved her over the summer and despite the fact that she'd recently cheated on him with Peter, her relationship with Nick was utterly perfect.
Telling Nick about Peter would only hurt him. It would ruin things completely between them and since Peter had gone there was no sense in doing any of that... was there?
An exact week after the sinful night with Peter, an exact week since he'd presumably gone back to wherever he came from, Carla was alone in her office at Underworld. She had a glass of wine on her desk and was playing music to try and drown out the deafening silence that she was working in.
It was eight pm and she was trying to catch up on filing that she had got behind on when she heard the sound of the factory door opening and then closing. She rolled her eyes and assumed that it was Nick coming to have a go at her for working late, just like he always did whenever he saw the factory lights on.
"Look I know what you said but I ave a really good excuse for working late tonight and…"
She stopped talking when she turned around.
It wasn't Nick… it was Peter.
"Go on then…" he smirked, "What's your excuse for working so late?"
Carla was stunned to see Peter stood before her but she really shouldn't have been because after all, he'd promised her that he would come back didn't he?
"What are you doing ere?" She said, closing the filing cabinet door and staring at him.
He was dressed a little differently this time. Not in his leather jacket but in a smart black jacket with a white shirt and black trousers.
It wasn't exactly a suit but it was a far cry from the casual jeans and T-Shirt combo he had been in, the last time they'd seen each other.
Carla was dressed in black and white too, black jeans a white shirt.
"I saw the lights on." Peter said as Carla reached for her glass of wine and downed it quickly. "Thought I'd come n say ello."
"Hello." Carla said, plainly and without any emotion what so ever. Peter nodded at her and then grinned.
"How's Nick?"
"You ave some nerve." Carla said putting the empty wine glass down and reaching for the bottle to give herself a refill. She wanted another one because it was actually her nerve that she was concerned about. Peter reached over and took the bottle of wine before she could.
"You're not supposed to drink in a place of work." He then tutted patronisingly at her, before taking it out of her office and over to the sink.
"Oi!" She cried, following him out of her office and to where he poured the rest of her beloved drink down the sink.
"You don't need this."
"Where the hell d'ya get off telling me what I need?" Carla cried angrily as Peter put the empty bottle of wine down on the counter. "I'm serious Peter… who do you think you are?"
"I was your husband the last time I checked." Peter said with another arrogant smirk as he left the kitchen area of the factory.
"Oh some husband you are. Cheating on me, turning up ere out of the blue n then walking out on me after I was stupid enough to let you back into my bed." Carla said, watching him as he walked past her. She kept herself in the kitchen to make sure she really did try to stop what happened the last time they got too close, from happening again.
"Didn't you get my note?" Peter asked,
"Yeah I got your poxy little note." Carla said, keeping the fact that she kept it hidden in her handbag ever since, to herself. "Even so it didn't really explain why you thought it was appropriate to just up and leave."
"Carla nothing about that night was appropriate let's be honest."
"That's not the point Peter." Carla said, hating the fact that he was gazing around the factory instead of looking at her properly.
"Awww what did you want? A kiss goodbye?" Peter said with a chuckle as he passed by some of the sewing machines. "Boy this place hasn't changed a bit." He said, as if he really was just a passer by who had come to see how Carla was doing, rather than someone who had come by to rile her up and get her pulse racing just like he used to.
"Don't change the subject Peter." Carla said as he had the cheek to swagger right into her office. She tutted at him and followed him in there, she grabbed him by the arm and forced him to look at her properly for the first time since he had arrived.
He looked right into her eyes and then down at her body. She knew he was looking her up and down and just couldn't help but tighten her grip on his arm.
"What was the subject again?" Peter asked, the tremble in his voice showing just how much desire he had to remove her hand away from his arm and put it somewhere else instead.
"Why are you here?" Carla asked sensing what Peter was thinking and removing her hand from body.
"Honestly?" Peter said, taking off his black jacket and putting it on the chair that was nearby him but not taking his eyes off Carla, not for one single moment.
Their outfits were almost identical now, white shirts, black bottoms and black boots, Carla's sky high as usual and Peter's shiny and almost brand new.
Carla took a deep breath and nodded at him, she went to say yes but she was unable to actually say the word.
It was like he had already taken her breath away and he hadn't even done anything this time.
"I'm ere to fuck you again." Peter said.
His blunt words excited Carla so much so that she stumbled backwards, She turned to look at the desk behind her and then back at Peter who had moved closer to her.
It was more than a coincidence that she stopped as she got to the desk and before she could even comprehend what was happening she was sat on top of it.
Her empty wine glass hit the floor along with numerous amounts of files and bits of paperwork as Peter took his place in between her legs. He ran a hand down her back and let it rest on the small of her spine, which curved towards him at his touch.
He looked down at Carla's legs and then back up at her, his confident smirk had been replaced by a look that she had seen before, a look that a week ago had made her realise that this was probably more than sex and before she could even stop herself she said,
"I love you."
"Good." Peter breathed, before letting his lips loose on Carla's.
She had expected him to just keep quiet but instead he stopped kissing her for a moment and spoke again.
He said something that he didn't say the last time they had done this.
"I love you." He said as he began undoing her white shirt. "I just thought I should say it because... well I didn't the last time." Carla hadn't actually realised that he hadn't said it the last time, she hadn't realised it because she was trying to make sure she told herself that what was happening was supposed to be for that night and that night only.
They weren't supposed be talking or thinking about feelings.
Carla nodded at him unable to speak, as she wriggled her shoulders to let Peter take of her shirt and then began kissing her collar bone, a place where she had really craved his kisses the most, especially as it was a place that Nick seemed to neglect when ever they made love.
"Didn't I tell you that this couldn't happen again?" Carla eventually breathed, as Peter stopped his kisses and had moved his hands towards her black jeans. Peter gave her an assured smile and titled his head before he said,
"Please… if you really wanted this to be a one night thing... then you wouldn't ave let it get this far." Carla couldn't help but grin back at Peter as she then began returning the favour by undoing his white shirt.
"I could be teasing you…" Carla began as she undid the last button on his shirt. "I could be leading you into this false sense of security... n then I could just stop… n tell you to go away."
Peter looked at Carla for a moment.
Properly and intensely, so that he could see what she really wanted. He could still read her like a book and he shook his head when he instantly realised that she was just messing with him.
"You won't do that." He said, as Carla pulled his shirt off his body and threw it down onto the floor to join hers.
They were both topless now and let their foreheads rest against each other's for a moment as they breathed heavily.
It was almost as if they were mirrors, copying one another's every movement. Totally in sync with each other's bodies and how they worked.
"How can you be so sure?" Carla whispered, not caring that the factory was well and truly open, the door was still unlocked and that anyone could walk in there at any given moment.
If anything it just added more excitement to the situation.
"Because…" Peter replied, before pressing a quick yet filthy kiss against Carla's lips. "You may think that Nick Tilsey is what you want… but I'm what you need."
Carla knew that she shouldn't let these kind of slick and conceited chat up lines of Peter's work on her, but just they seemed to have a powerful effect her body, one that she couldn't fight off... Even if she wanted to and once again she felt as if she had gone way to far to go back now.
She moved back on the desk slightly and turned the music that she had been playing on the laptop, right up, so that it was a loud as it could go.
"Well…" She said as rested both hands on the desk behind her and licked her lips. " I guess you better give me what I need then."