I was still parked kerbside just around the corner, waiting out the fifteen minutes I’d promised myself. When the time was up, I slowly pulled the Beamer into the driveway and gave the air horn a long, deliberate blast so he’d know I was home, just in case he was still scrambling to get dressed.
I walked in and found him standing there in nothing but a bathrobe.
“You rang just as I was about to get in the shower, and you arrived just as I got out.”
“Oh, that’s okay, Daddy,” I said, letting my eyes drift down those strong, hairy legs. “Please don’t get out of your robe. You look just gorgeous and so masculine. Don’t spoil my evening by climbing into that old tracksuit again for heaven’s sake. Go grab yourself a beer from the fridge and wait for me on the couch. I’ve got something new I
