...Tasnim POV...
Some very brave soul has just swung the door of the dressing room open, but the minute my name came yelling from his mouth, I immediately know who he is. As he so frequently does, he has shown up at the most imperfect time, for Carson has only but a moment ago, slowly slipped his semi-hard erection from me, and we managed to just get on our clothes.
Now to say that Carson is not furious would be an absolute lie as I can see the fire raging in his eyes. He has his hands clenched into fists so hard that his knuckles are turning white. He stands dead firm, not making the slightest move. No, but absolutely no part of his body gives any indication that he is scared. As I see the blankness on his face, I know there is only one way from here, and it is down south in a very bad way.
If this man knows what is good for him, he shall just turn around and head for the door. But still, the damn asshole comes walking up to us.
