Lauren watched as doubt crossed over the handsome man’s face followed by denial and then confusion. Clearly what she had said hit a nerve and he wasn’t liking it one bit.  She crossed her arms and said, “no. You’re not going to cuff me. I’m going to take a shower and you make your calls.” She stood up and took her plate to the trash can and scraped the remains of her breakfast into the pail, the edge of the fork making an ugly sound on the plate.  She washed  her plate and the few cooking items and placed them in the drying rack before going to her suitcase and retrieving fresh underwear and clothes plus shampoo, soap and lotion. She had seen towels in there and those would do.<br/><br/>Frank stood in the doorway and shook his head. “No cuffs for while you’re in there alone? Fine. Clothes- No! The only fabric in there will be a towel and washcloth.”<br/><br/>Lauren rounded on him and threw her toothpaste at him. “You’re insufferable.” But by the look on his face she knew he would not budge so she brushed past him and retrieved the towel. Upon returning she slammed the door closed so fast he just about saved his fingers. The little cabin shook with the impact.<br/><br/>A little while later she walked out red faced and furious, the little towel notcrealky doing too amazing a job at hiding her charms and she marched to the bathroom. That door got slammed as well.<br/><br/>Lauren had turned on the water heater earlier and now stood under the warm water trying to remove the tension that had such a grip on her. Frank knew she had a good point. The question now would be what he would focus on - his greed or his integrity. Talk was cheap and saying you were a good guy didn’t amount to much in her books. After all didn't the Catholic Irish And Italians go to church and confess their crimes just to do more? She was a business proposition. Not much more.<br/><br/>She took the soap and lathered the washcloth before briskly rubbing herself down. Her nipples sprang to attention under the friction and her feet became pink from her scrubbing. The only place she preferred to wash without the cloth was between her legs, those sensitive lips and folds were treated gently with soap slicked fingers. She wondered briefly if she’d ever get laid again but shook it off. Probably not. Lauren shampooed her red hair and finished of her shower and then stepped out to towel herself dry. It was going to be another long day.<br/><br/>She stepped out, clean and lotioned her damp hair hanging down her shoulders snd tge damp towel hugging every curve she had. She stalked to the bedroom and dressed after closing that door in a less forceful way. She had picked an apple green skirt with white polka dots and a white top. Normally she would pair that with white gloves  and maybe a hat but they were in the middle of nowhere so she didn’t bother.<br/><br/>Frank sat on the sofa and regarded her silently when she came out.