Chapter Twelve
After trying to reassure Balkhi that Stanley wouldn’t do anything untoward, Wilkes had steered the conversation onto safer topics. They’d chatted happily about everything and nothing, and Wilkes really enjoyed it. The previous weekend had been amazing, of course, but the fact they’d been alone in Balkhi’s flat meant that the possibility and opportunity for s*x was a major distraction. It wasn’t a bad thing, necessarily, but they had spent a considerable amount of their private time getting down and dirty.
Therefore, the trip up to Wolverhampton meant they could talk about whatever they liked with no danger of being overheard, yet they didn’t have the temptation of s*x hanging over them. Not that they weren’t thinking about s*x, just that they couldn’t do it. Wilkes had tho
