Chapter Ten: "So, we meet again."

Olaf:

A few months later...

"This is the perfect place for bachelors like us to find some sexy ladies," Fernald said to me as we walked into the club.

"Yep," I said. "And all of them would probably want to dance with me."

"I bet I could get that girl sitting at the bar," Fernald said, pointing at a young lady with long, curly red hair who was sitting at the bar by herself.

"I bet five dollars that you can't get her," I replied.

"You're on," he said, and then he walked up to the lady and sat down next to her.

"Did it hurt?" Fernald asked her.

"Hurt when?" she asked.

"When you fell down from heaven my lovely angel," Fernald replied.

The young lady rolled her eyes. "You are so pathetic. You have corny pick up lines and you have hooks for hands."

"I may have these hooks, but I also got good looks," he said.

I laughed at Fernald's poor attempt to impress the lady. I could hear a lady behind me laughing at Fernald too. Her laugh sounded very familiar. I turned around to see who it was. It was Esme. She was wearing a red dress with ruffles at the end and on the sleeves. She looked quite sexy, but then again, she always looked good in red. I was a little suprise to see her, and from the expression on her face I could see that she was suprised to see me too.

"So, we meet again," I said to her.

"I guess so," she replied.

"Where's your husband? Is he here with you?" I asked her.

"No, he's at home. My friends and I decided to have a girl's night out," she answered.

"Oh. Then you wouldn't mind if I buy you a drink?"

"No, not at all."

Esme and I sat at the bar and then I ordered our drinks. I got Esme a martini and I got a glass of wine for myself.

"So, how has life been without me?" I asked her.

"Life's been fine for me," Esme said, "but it has been a little dull. What have you been up to lately? Any new plays or evil schemes?"

"Well, I have been working on stealing the Baudelaire fortune, but so far most of my schemes have failed," I said, taking a sip of wine. "I am also working an stealing the Quagmire fortune. I actually have the two of the Quagmire triplets in my clutches right now. The other one died in the fire with his parents."

"Oh. I've heard about the Baudelaire and Quagmire mansions burning down," Esme said. "So, did you burn down the mansions?"

"I burned down the Baudelaire mansion, but not the Quagmire mansion," I replied. "So, what have you been up to lately?"

"Nothing much. Jerome and I are thinking about adopting some children. I don't really like that idea that much because children can be so annoying, but orphans are in, and Jerome really wants us to adopt some kids," Esme said. "I sort of miss working for you. I miss the adventure and the scheming and the acting."

After Esme said that, I got an idea for my next scheme to steal the Baudelaire fortune.

"Esme, would you like to help me with my next scheme to steal the Baudelaire fortune?"

"You want me to help you with your next scheme? What do I get if I help you with your scheme? My services aren't for free you know."

"I'll give you a portion of the Baudelaire fortune," I replied.

"Okay. So, what's the plan?" Esme said.

It took me about fifteen minutes to explain my brilliant plan. Esme also mad a few suggestions of her own.

"This is such a complicated plan," Esme said when we were done talking about my plan, and then she smiled." That's why I like this plan. The more complicated the scheme are, the more fun they are."

"Yeah," I said. "Do you want to dance?"

"Um, sure, I guess so," Esme said, a little uncertain.

As Esme and I got up, the band that was playing at the club started playing tango music.

"Do you remember how to tango?" I asked her.

"Of course I remember how to tango. I was the one who taught you how to tango, remember?" she said.

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot." I said, and then I put my arm around her waist as she put her arm around my shoulder.

Esme and I started moving to the beat of the tango music. We kept on moving closer and closer to each other as we danced. I was getting a little turned on. I think Esme sort of noticed.

"So, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Esme said.

I started to blush a little bit, but then I smiled. "Both," I replied.

"Oh," Esme said giggling.

"So, how long did you tell Jerome that you were going to be out with your friends?" I asked her.

"I told him that I won't be home till around 12:00 or 12:30," Esme said, and then she looked at me curiously. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I was wondering if you might want to go back to my place with me for about an hour," I whispered in her ear. I was about to kiss her, but then she pushed me away from her a little bit.

"I don't think that's such a good idea," she said with a frown.

"Why not?" I asked in an annoyed tone of voice.

"Because I'm married now Olaf," Esme said, showing me her wedding ring.

"Jerome will never know if you came home with me tonight," I said.

"I can't do this to Jerome," Esme said.

"And why not? It's not as if you really care about him. Knowing you, you probably married him for his penthouse," I replied.

"Your right. I did just marry him for his penthouse, but over the past few months I've been married to him, I've sort of grew to like him," Esme replied, but I could tell that she was lying about having feelings for Jerome.

"I think you're lying," I said. "What is the real reason why you don't want to go home with me?"

"Because I'm still upset about you cheating on me," Esme replied. "You broke my heart once and I don't want you breaking it again!"

"I don't see why your still upset about me cheating on you. When you had that fling with your boss so you could get that promotion, I was able to forgive you. Why can't you forgive me?"

"How do you know about my fling with my boss?" Esme asked, suprised and suspiciously.

"I overheard you and Jamie talk about it on the phone," Olaf replied. "So, why won't you forgive me?"

"Um...why would I even try to explain it to you," Esme said. "You wouldn't understand."

"You don't have a good reason, do you?" I said. "Your just being stubborn as usual."

"I think I'm going to go home much earlier than I planned," Esme said. "Goodbye Olaf." Esme then stormed away from me.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. Why do women have to make things so complicated?