"you want me to what!" Betty's face was in shock. Ok it was far from shock. She was petrified. Its not most days your boss asks you to pretend to be his wife. she had to take it in. and when she finally did, she understood.

"ok, so what did you do now Daniel?"

His voice was sheepish. He swallowed.

"maybe we should talk about this somewhere more…private."

She got up and followed him to his office.

"I know your going to say no Betty. But please hear me out first.

she sighed and sat down on the chair opposite him. It defiantly wasn't her day.

"go on then. I'm listening."

"well. You know Becks right? Fashion week?

"you mean the way over zealous photographer."

"yea him. Well he's in California now doing some photo shots for ELLE magazine. And I thought it would be a good idea for me to go visit. I haven't seen him in a while you know."

He finished his rant with a small smile and waited for Betty's reply.

"…so where exactly so I come into this?" her voice was questioning. She was expecting a huge, very important reason for Daniels former proposition, what she got was entirely different.

" I wanted to surprise him. You know how you say I've changed so much. The whole 'no more models' thing. Well I wanted to show him that I really have changed. and the best way to do that is to marry someone."

Betty looked at Daniel like he had a pimple the size of a tomato on his forehead. She couldn't speak. She was about to ask him if he was serious when he cut her off.

"obviously we're not going to really get married. And at the end of the trip which will only be a week. We'll tell them the truth at the end and laugh at the look on their faces."

He was serious. that's what scared her. He was really serious. Her mouth went dry and it took a minute for her to collect her shattered thoughts. When she finally did. She allowed a disappointed look to cross her face.

"Daniel. I thought you were smarter than that. I can't believe you and that Becket guy are still acting like 14 year olds since that silly fashion week thing."

Daniel got up and walked over to her pulling her up gently by the wrist.

"come on Betty. I really want to do this. And I can't think of anyone better to come with me. I'll do anything…well not anything."

Betty was still sceptical.

"couldn't you ask Amanda or something. I'm sure she wouldn't mind, trust me about that."

"please."

he was giving her the look. How she hated the look.

His electric blue eyes stared her own. And as much as she tried to stay strong. She was no match for Daniel Meade.

She got up and turned around headed for the door.

Daniel's bruised ego in her wake.

She suddenly stopped and turned around with a grin, bearing her blue braces.

" you know. You don't pay me enough"

Betty was back and Daniel had a wife for the week.