I was so caught up in thinking about my conversation with Nancy that I almost missed Elizabeth whispering in the corner of the hallway with Frank. I slowed my pace and cocked my ears up, hoping to hear what they were talking so fervently about. "I don't know if I can do this," she whispered. "I'm not that kind of girl." "You knew what you were getting into." Frank’s voice was rough, and I saw his hand slide around her waist. "If you're a good girl, I'll—" "Take your hands off of me!" she hissed and stepped back. "You know you want it." He leered at her, and I stood there wondering if I should go and say something. "Don't try and deny it." "I'd rather have Greyson." "I thought you wanted Hastings." "Well, the bigger fish is Greyson." She laughed. "I've heard he knows how to work what he has." "Don't you go fucking this up." He looked angry. "Oh shut up, Frank. Don't worry. I can fuck and work." "Slut." His hand fell to her ass and squeezed.
