Page 47 of She's perfect for Daddy

“Are you deaf?”

“Excuse me, sir. I didn't teach my granddaughter to be so impudent.” Grandma gave me a nasty look, but if she'd ever dreamed of what that asshole had proposed, she wouldn't have defended him like that.

“You should be with your daughters.”

“The nanny is watching them for me.”

“On a Friday night?”

“That's what I pay her for.”

“Of course.” I snorted. “I know that the girls' tuition covers part of my salary, but my employment contract doesn't include being visited by their asshole father in my house. So please leave!”

“We didn't get off to a good start.”

“You bet they won't.”

“I'd like to correct a mistake if you'd like to talk to me.”

“I've already made it clear that I don't want to.”

“The twins would like us to get along.”

“I can't believe you resorted to that argument.” I crossed my arms to show my irritation even more.

“I always use all the ones I have at my disposal.”

“He's such an asshole.” I rolled my eyes.

“Helena, go with him.”

“No, Grandma. You even cooked dinner.”

“You can eat it tomorrow. I'm sure it's not even that good.”

I stared at Thomas, and he stared back at me. I imagined that we would be at an impasse, so I ended up agreeing.

“I choose where we go.”

“Okay.”

I went back to the bedroom and just grabbed my cell phone and a small wallet, not even bothering to change so that he wouldn't imagine that I had any intention of reconsidering that indecent proposal. I might even accept an apology, but only because the twins were very important to me.

I left my room, and we walked down the stairs in silence until we reached the building's road. He pointed out the luxury sedan in which he had already given me a lift, but this time, I wasn't going to take any risks by getting into the car.

“Let's walk.”

“But why?”

“The snack bar is just around the corner.”

There were other places worse than Boby's diner to take a guy like that, but I thought a bit of fast food and small tables would be enough for one night, as well as being around people who knew me; after all, I'd been going there since I was a kid.

I sat down on one of the padded benches near the wall, and he pulled up a chair in front of me, moving his head from one side to the other to examine the place. His expression alternated between curiosity and fear very quickly.

“Are you sure you want to eat here?”

“Yes.”

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