You order Fresh

Carrie’s phone pings again.

“It’s Jane,” she says. “She says thank you for the dick pick. She’s going to use it as her wallpaper on her phone. I’m sure that’s not true!”

“Ask her how she got on with Antoine,” you say.

“Sure,” says Carrie and sends a message. A few seconds later there’s a reply. “She’s seeing him after work. She wants to know what we’re up to.”

“Is that an invitation? you ask.

“I don’t think so,” Carrie says as she types another message. “I told her we were staying in and ordering takeout.”

There’s another ping. “She’s suggesting we order from Fresh. Says one of the team can drop it round as we’re so close. What do you think? Is healthy food twice in one day too much?”

“Sure,” you say. “Ask her to recommend something.”

Carrie types some more. Woosh. Then ping.

“Someone will run the food over about seven. That gives us time to clean up. She’s said she’ll make sure you get your protein and plenty of fluids,” says Carrie.

“I’m in the shower first,” you say. “You take too long.”

“Aw. Is there not room for two. I could soap your cock for you. Make sure it’s squeaky clean.”

You did not need to have that thought planted in your head. You exit the bedroom quickly before Carrie can follow you.