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Now, as well as wanting to strangle him, Judith was beginning to panic.
Meeting Danfor a curry had been a mistake.Like, seriously, what a dumb as shite idea to eat curry before a night with the woman of your dreams.Okay, the plan was he’d avoid his favourite garlic naan, stick to plain rice and something really mild in the spice department.
“How about we order a chicken phall?”Dan said as they walked into the plush deep red and gold interior of Vavoom Vindaloo.“Give ourselves the ultimate challenge?”
Carts shook his head.“You go for it, I’ll stick with veggo tonight.”
“No way, dude.You’re turning into a fucking rabbit.I’ll have to sever ties if you go on like this.”He punched Carts’ arm playfully.They both knew they’d still be mates in the nursing home, probably trundling down on their gophers to Vavoom Vindaloo if it still existed.
“You have a phall, and blow your sphincter out.Self-torture’s lost its appeal lately,” Carts said.After they’d been shown to their table, he perused the menu desperately.Maybe he’d settle for the kids’ nuggets and chips.
A vegetable biryani was probably the safest bet.
When their dishes arrived, Dan rubbed his hands together.“Watch me clean this up.”
“And wait for it to cleanyouout.”Carts couldn’t help a smirk.“Hope you’ve got nothing planned for tomorrow morning, mate.”
“Just a date with the dunny.”Dan sniggered and started to shove forkfuls of red sauce-covered chicken into his mouth.Carts snapped off a bit of pappadum and looked askance from under his newly trimmed fringe.Dan would need to clean up his act—literally—if he ever wanted a relationship that lasted longer than a weekend.
He wondered how his own dating position would be by tomorrow morning.It felt like he was about to walk across broken glass or hot coals, or possibly both.He could see some wonderful place on the other side, but the anticipation was pure torture.
His throat closed up and he nearly choked on a morsel of pappadum.
Was he ready to take the next step?
It had been amazing giving Judith pleasure, but he knew she wanted to return the favour.And heck, he wanted that too.Desperately.
But he’d only attended one Tantra session.Learning this stuff was a lifetime’s work.Who was he kidding here, thinking that because he’d managed to curb his desire and bring Judith to a screaming climax once, that would suffice?
Okay—Maybe they could just lie on the bed and cuddle and he’d pluck up the courage to tell her about his little problem.Nope, back up the truck.That was not going to happen.
Jesus Christ, he was more anxious than he’d ever been dating a woman before.
And then it struck him.Sure, he could give, but could he take?Could he open his heart and relax into the possibility that Judith could truly care about him?
Could he open up and simply trust?
All this nibbled at the back of his mind like a manic squirrel while he crunched through pappadums and ate his biryani, which seemed innocuous enough, and a bowl of salad.He had breath freshener along with the pack of condoms in the car.He’d also packed a toothbrush and he was wearing silk boxers, which kept rubbing disconcertingly and sending frissons of sensation to his groin.
He tried to focus on Dan, who was talking about choosing the new captain of his rugby team.
“Go on, dare you to try some,” Dan said, gesturing with his fork.A bead of sweat trickled down his cheek and his eyes were watering profusely.
Carts shook his head.Not a hope in hell of him risking any other disasters below the waist.His dick was enough to contend with.
He’d just decided he’d eaten enough—his anxiety had made his stomach feel like a tightly closed fist anyway—when a vibration from his phone on the table drew his gaze.Then another.
He pulled it over with a frown, and the knot in his stomach intensified.Don’t let this be Judith cancelling.Shit, why did his mind always have to go there?
Alarm bells rang as he realised it was Avery.Even his cracked phone screen couldn’t hide the message behind the words.
Come and get me.
Now!
He jumped up, knocking the table so that Dan’s fork jabbed into the side of his mouth, which gave rise to a loud exclamation along the lines of “clumsy fucker”.
He didn’t care.“Come on, we’ve got to go,” he said as he thumbed into his screenon my way.
