*Oliver*
“Jolee, what are you doing here?" I asked, releasing her arm.
“What are you doing here, Dad!?" she asked back. She nodded to me.
I looked down, being reminded that I was just wearing a T-shirt and boxers. Harper came up behind me, dressed in nothing but a robe. It was impossible to hide what we'd been doing.
“I don't believe that is any of your business," I said gently.
“Are you kidding? You're my dad, and Harper is my friend. At least, I thought she was. I saw you two in bed together, so you can't even deny it," Jolee said, pointing to us accusingly.
I glanced at Harper. Her cheeks were a deep crimson, and she kept her eyes down.
“It isn't what it looks like, Jolee," Harper said softly.
“Really? Because I think it looks like some pervy old man f*cking my friend!" she glar
