Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 17

Just then, the guy who was pounding on the door of the restroom comes by our table.

“There’s the prostitute who was fucking you in the bathroom.” He hiccups. He’s clearly a little drunk. “I see that you have two clients tonight, but give me a phone number or name…I’d like to hire you. You’re expensive but worth it, if the expression on that guy’s face is anything to go by.”

“Get the fuck away from her.” Link’s voice is cold.

“Just offering her a business opportunity.” The drunk guy is holding his hands open in front of him. “No need to get so touchy about a woman that you rent by the hour.

My dad points a finger at Link. “Let’s take this outside.” He sounds frighteningly sober right now.

Link, a gentleman, takes the napkin off of his lap and places it on the table.

“I’m ready.” He’s taking off his suit jacket. My dad does, too.

“Wait. No. Stop. Dad, I didn’t have sex with Link in the bathroom.”

“Don’t lie to me, Camilla.”

“I didn’t!” The ring of truth must snap him out of his anger.

“You didn’t?”

“No.” But I’m blushing.

“You were doing something in the bathroom.” His voice is so grim. “You’re so young. You don’t know better. Link does. He knows that he shouldn’t take advantage of a young girl. Stay here.”

And I watch helplessly while the two of them quickly walk out of the restaurant. I look at their empty chairs and the discarded suit jackets on the backs of them.

The waiter comes by with our main courses.