Lauren sipped her beverage slowly and listened to Frank as he finally came clean, well sort of. She sensed there was a lot he wasn't telling, and some he was beginning to question himself.  Good, hopefully he'd see that she had a very good reason to be afraid. But at least him not working for the mob was an improvement. His five o'clock shadow was deep and dense giving him a rugged sort of appeal.  His body was trim and fit, well, as fit as a walking chimney could be, but his V shaped back betrayed a swimmer's body. Probably in highschool or college, definitely not now. She could see some hair peeking out from the top of his unbuttoned shirt, and looked at his rough, hard hands.  He wasn't bad looking by a long shot.<br/><br/>She grinned, "Sleeping arrangements? My dear Frank, you get the sofa, I'll be taking that comfortable bed there." she had no intentions of sleeping anywhere  other than that bed. "I'm sure you'll want to stay up and guard your bone all night, Frankie." The bed was queen sized, but she wasn't inclined to sharing. To stake her claim she finished off her drink, went to pee again - pointedly without asking him - and then headed to the bedroom. She didn't close the door -  rules and all that and flopped down on the pillow. She'd fallen asleep before she even finished dragging the cover over herself.