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Mainly, he was annoyed with Dog for scaring Esme away.
He’d been so close. Sofuckingclose to fucking.
The thought of it — of her — was driving him mad. Maybe he should just head into the bathroom and jerk one out, so that he could calm down and finally think about something else. Trouble was, Rainer knew that the only thing that could stop the burning in his loins was Esme, and lots of her.
Luckily, he didn’t have too long to wait.
She sent him a message to say she was on her way back like the good girl she was, and it wasn’t so much longer before she knocked on the door, her tiny hands making a much different sound to the pounding, desperate thumps of Dog a few hours ago.
“Who could that be?”
“A Little friend.”
He swung open the door and there she was, in all her sweaty, perfection.
Hang on. Wait a minute.
“Babygirl,” he said suspiciously, “I was all ready to welcome you back with open arms, but I need to ask you a very serious question.”
“Oh no! Have I done something wrong?”
“That remains to be seen.” He crossed his arms. “You remember our rules, right?”
“Mmhmm. I think so.”
“Remember the one about showering after exercise?”
It was so difficult to read the look on Esme’s face. Was she surprised and shocked? Was she embarrassed because she was caught in a deliberate act? Or was she — most likely — relishing the uncertainty she was causing?
“Ohhhhhh yeah…” she said, biting her lip. “I do remember that rule. What a sensible rule, Daddy.”
“Right. So tell me, did you sh—”
Esme was already shaking her head. “Little Esme forgot! I was too excited to get back home to you! I didn’t want to be late back.”
Rainer shook his head. “Oh dear. This is very serious. Very serious.”
“It is?”
“Come with me.”
“B-but, b-bububububut, what if Idie?!”
Rainer let out a deep, resonant chuckle. “At least it’s a cool way to go out.”
Esme looked at the bath-tub full of freezing cold water and fought hard against the urge to laugh at her Daddy’s dumb pun. Finally, she managed it, keeping her lip curled into a scowl of indignation.
“Not funny!” she yelped and batted him on his intimidatingly huge shoulder. “If Idopass away, can you put something witty on my gravestone?”
“Here lies Esmeralda… um… survived by her stuffie Om Baby and her very handsome Daddy, who’s also a great budding chef?”
“I said witty, not annoying.”
“Now, now, Little one. I think it’s about time for those sweaty workout clothes to come off, don’t you?”
“A cold shower is one thing, but a cold bath is just… evil.”
“Breaking the rules is not something you want to be doing, Little one.” And then, he added, quietly, “Especially on purpose.”
