The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Looking around and seeing no one, Meg said to Frank, "A waiter told me that you took Ms. Fisher upstairs. Done so soon? That's not your style!"

"She's drunk," Frank replied quietly, not interested in jokes.

"Drunk? You're kidding!"

Meg laughed. "Ms. Fisher is famously a great drinker. She's obviously faking it so that you'd go for it! Can't you be more considerate toward a lady? Our kind is shy and can't say certain things out loud, aside from offering you opportunities. Not seizing it is going to bite you in the ass." Frank ignored that. "How's business?"

"It's great!" Meg nodded. "I've gotten used to being busy too, and there's money in it anyway, so I don't mind the work."

Frank nodded. "Don't hoard the money, though-try to share more for the others, so that they'd feel more motivated."

"Don't worry. I started from the bottom like the rest of them. I'm not about to play the evil boss and make them work without pay!"

They continued chatting, and all the guests had long since left as closing hour arrived.

while pulling Frank aside. "Are you

"What do you think?"

an issue in letting the staff take

room, she hugged him as soon as the door closed, rubbing her chin repeatedly against his firm chest

no one was around. "You knew that I'd miss you, but

amusement. "You

Ingram and Ms. Wal around? You're kidding... I won't ask for more than

him to bed, lunging on top of him voraciously

sweat off her brow

the hallway and entered the room where Frank stayed before, turning on the

you're not going to fool

up, smiling as she abandoned her pretense. "Looks like you bad it hard... Can't even walk straight

east. That's as

she crawled in,