After taking a deep breath in, then forcing it out, I climb more carefully out of the tub and snatch the towel away to wrap it around myself. I’m surprised he lets it go.
“Better. I’ll see you downstairs in five minutes,” he says and turns to walk out.
“Fine. Asshole.”
He stops at the door and turns back to me. “You know,” he starts, stepping back into the bathroom, which, although not huge, didn’t feel as small as it does with his hulking form in here now. It takes all I have to stand still and not back away when he reaches out to tilt my chin up, then takes my jaw more tightly. “For such a pretty girl, you have a very foul mouth.”
I jerk out of his grasp. “You bring out all my best qualities.”
“Daddy may not have washed your mouth out with soap and water, but I just might.”
I grit my teeth and hold my tongue because I have no doubt he would, and although I’ve never experienced that, I’m pretty sure it’s gross.
“Better. Five minutes. And remember to be convincing. If you’re not, no Emma.”
Before I can say anything, he’s gone.