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.

to keep at it while pulling

"What do you think?"

shyly, and knowing that there would not be an issue in letting the staff take care

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

bad man, Mr. Frankton..." she purred flirtatiously since no one

amusement. "You could

and Ms. Wal around? You're kidding... I

lunging on top

wiped the sweat off her brow and

to walk down the hallway and entered the

before you're not going to fool

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

from the east. That's

while she crawled in, closing her eyes and adding,