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.

everyone to keep at it while

"What do you think?"

in letting the staff take care of the rest, she did not keep supervising

as soon as the door closed, rubbing her chin repeatedly against his firm

no one was around. "You knew that I'd miss you, but you still wouldn't show

"You could visit me in Frankton

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

lunging on top of him voraciously

hours later, Meg wiped the sweat off her brow and sneaked

hips. She had to lean against the wall to walk down the hallway and entered the room where Frank stayed before, turning on the light

going to fool

eyes and sat up, smiling as she abandoned her pretense. "Looks like you bad it

east. That's as far

rolled her eyes and pushed Sue out of bed while she crawled in, closing her eyes and adding, "And