Pedro's dive into the tub left Emma soaked from the neck down.  And everyone knows what happens to white cotton when water hits it.   But Emma just let it go, the smell of the guy just too much to deal with.  As the knock came to the door, she was about to get up and answer it, when Pedro sounding a bit angry, beat her to it.  She had to smile at his clearly lighter behind as he walked away.<em>"That's what they mean, where the sun don't shine."</em>She smirked to herself.  But once he turned with the bottle of wine, Emma said, "We were giving you a bath, darlin.  Now bring that bottle of wine over here and get back into this warm tub.  I got plans for you."  She winked at him.<br/><br/>Hopefully, he would open that bottle and drink it all.  Men were often so much easier to handle when they were a little drunk.  Of course, there were the other kind.  The ones that got mean, but Pedro didn't strike her as one of those.  "And it seems you are very happy at the moment, Senor."  She giggled, looking up and down his body.<br/><br/>Putting the huge sponge back into the water, she lifted it letting the water drain from it slowly.   Then she took her finger and beckoned for him to join her.  Hopefully, he wouldn't splash this time.