As it was a Saturday morning, the Elle offices were quiet. Marc was sitting at his desk perusing the prints from the Dior shoot and feeling an overwhelming sense of pride when he heard something smash. Jumping up with a start he made his way out of his office to locate the source of the noise. In the expansive corridor now, he craned his neck and saw Wilhelmina pacing in her office. Smiling to himself and desperate for a recount of the previous night, he marched into her office. He stopped on the threshold when he saw her throw another crystal glass to the ground.

'Oh my, there used to be only one man who could put you in this bad a mood.' He smirked.

If she was surprised to see him there, she didn't show it. Turning round, hands on her hips and breathing a little too deeply.

'There still is.' She growled.

Marc clasped his hands in front of him and walked in to the inner sanctum of her office. 'Well I gotta say I thought all that would change once you....ahem, ahem.'

She pursed her lips, annoyed at his presumption, before letting out a sigh and looking down. 'Well maybe it would have.' She slumped down in her chair.

Marc wrinkled his brow and then widened his eyes as realisation hit home. He hurried to sit in the chair opposite her. 'Willie.....' he whined.

'Don't start!'

'But what happened? You were good to go!'

She mumbled something unintelligible under her breath.

'What?' Marc asked, leaning closer.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. 'I said, I...I fell asleep.' She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from him as him mouth fell open.

'You fell ASLEEP! Willie, I made oysters, I hovered over a hot stove so you could get your freak on!'

'Oh don't oversell it Marc, you washed a few shellfish and plated up some meals Daniel ordered in.'

Marc pouted. 'So...nothing then?'

She shook her head and then laughed. 'I can't believe it's bothering me that I didn't get to sleep with Daniel Meade.' She pinched the bridge of her nose and continued chuckling softly. 'What the hell happened to me Marc, who am I?'

Marc smiled sadly. 'Willie, you've changed. We all have, just embrace it.'

She looked up at him. 'What are you, a motivational speaker now?'

'I'm just saying.' He shrugged. 'Why did you come in this morning anyway?'

'Well, normally when I'm feeling this way I come into the office to get some work done. But, since I'm trying to ruin this magazine, there is nothing for me to do. Why are you here?'

'I got a messenger to rush over the Dior prints.'

'Bring them to me.' She ordered.

He swallowed and hurried back to his office, scooping up the prints and taking a deep breath. Returning to her office, he deposited them in front of her and stood back nervously as she appraised them. After what felt like an eternity, she leaned back in the chair, lips pursed.

'Well Marc, I must say...I'm disappointed.'

He felt himself deflate at her words, when he looked up at her she was smirking.

'I cannot find fault in any of these. And you know how I like to find fault.' Her smirk became a smile. 'Good job Marc, don't be surprised if this opens doors for you.'

Marc smiled widely, like a child who got an A report from their favourite teacher. He knew what her opinion meant in this world and he wasn't fool enough to think she would show him favour because of their personal relationship, if anything she would expect more. If she was pleased then he really was good at this.

Changing the subject, because he knew she would hate it if he revelled in his moment too long. 'So what's the next stage in our plan mien fuehrer?' He sat back down.

She sighed. 'I don't know Marc, these little dents we are making with messing with ads, shows and what have you, are good but they're not enough. We need something big, something that's going to create a big enough drop in this magazine that by the time its recovered, if it can, we are safely back at Mode and once again on top. And to be honest, for once, I'm at a loss.'

'Well you've had other things on your mind.'

She straightened up in her chair. 'Excuse me, are you insinuating something?'

'No I'm flat out saying you and Daniel better hurry it up because you are our leaders and your hormones are distracting you from the end goal.'

'Wilhelmina Slater does not let a little thing like sex get in the way of her career!'

'Oh so you didn't miss meeting with Jaeger LaCoultre because you were too busy doing the naked pretzel with Connor?'

She couldn't deny what he had said, so she settled for glaring at him. After a couple of seconds her face softened. 'Marc.' She spoke quietly. 'How is he doing this to me? When did he become something more than the bastard who stole my job? When did he get in my goddamn head?'

'Aww Willie.'

'Stop the pity party Moe and answer me.'

'I don't know Willie...he's really in your head huh?'

She cleared her throat and tried to busy herself at her desk. 'Every minute.' She said, still not looking at him as he smiled.

'Right come on lady!' He jumped up from the chair.

'What?'

'We're getting nothing done here, I need to come down from my Dior high, you need to stop thinking of the sordid little things you want to do with the Meadinator and we both need to think up a plan to crash this Elle shaped ship. I'm taking you to lunch.'

She tilted her head. 'You're taking me to lunch?' She queried, amused.

'Yes I am, and I'm not taking no for an answer.' He extended his arm to her. 'You don't scare me anymore girly.'

She arched an eyebrow at him.

'Ok you do...but you're coming to lunch.'

She rolled her eyes, picked up her purse and jacket, took the arm that was proffered to her and left the office with her friend.

xXx

Marc sat opposite Wilhelmina, the pair of them perusing the menu at Le Bernardin. As the waiter came over to take their order, she lowered her menu. Just as she was telling the waiter that both she and Marc would be having the Langoustine she felt her heart plummet into her stilettos.

'You've got to be kidding me.' She whispered.

'Miss?' questioned the waiter.

'Eh, the Langoustine and a bottle of your best Chablis, thank you.' She answered the waiter hurriedly and waved him away.

'Willie, what's wrong?' asked Marc.

She started into the distance to the other side of the restaurant, he followed her gaze and his eyes landed on Claire and Alexis Meade. The pair were deep in conversation and had not noticed Wilhelmina and her former assistant.

Marc turned back round, his mouth forming an 'o'. Wilhelmina glared at him.

'How many restaurants are there in New York Marc? And you picked the one with the Meade family picnic!'

He shrugged. 'I didn't know, look they haven't even seen you. This place is busy; they might not notice we're here.'

She fiddled with her napkin. 'They might not...but he will.' She nodded to the entrance and Marc turned around to see Daniel enter the restaurant. He made his way to his table and greeted his mother and sister with a kiss to the cheek. As if he could feel eyes on him he turned slowly and saw them sitting across the room. His breath caught when his eyes met Wilhelmina's, and he couldn't be sure from this distance but he could swear he saw her swallow and breathe deeper. After a moment she looked away and engaged Marc in conversation.

Daniel sat down and tried to focus on what Alexis was telling him about DJ, seeing her across the room had thrown him. He hadn't expected to see her here and it brought back unbidden images of when he awoke that morning.

She had moved in the night, her back pressed against his front and his body was pushed against hers. Lifting his head, he could see her chest rise and fall, under the satin of the gown she still wore, with every breath. Her body moved again in her sleep and he realised with sudden clarity that a certain part of him had awoken long before the rest of him did, and it was now throbbing painfully against her back as she wriggled against him again. He knew that if he woke her up right now, he could have what they had both wanted last night. He also knew however, that in his current state, he wouldn't last longer than a schoolboy. He had used all his mental strength to roll away from her and had to physically stop himself for moving back for her when she stretched in her sleep and let out a small moan.

But leave he had, and now she was sitting opposite him in the vast restaurant, he couldn't concentrate on what was being said. By the look of her animated dialogue with Marc, however, she wasn't having the same problem.

'Marc, eat quick, I can't stay here.'

'Willie, remember you are being watched, how would it look if you go running out the restaurant when your 'supposed' arch rival arrives.'

She exhaled loudly, 'Well it would look a damn sight better than me marching over to his table and screwing him on it!'

Marc spat out the mouthful of Chablis he had just taken, at her words. 'God Willie, he really got you that bad?'

She put her head in her hands. 'You have no idea.'

Marc started licking the spilled wine from his fingers.

'Oh dear God, even that's turning me on!' She complained as Marc threw back his head and laughed. When he calmed down, he sat smiling at her.

'What?'

'Nothing...nothing, it's just...I've never seen you so worked up over a man, and the fact that it's Daniel is...' he shook his head in wonder.

'Wrong, bizarre, ridiculous?'

'Incredible.' He finished softly.

She folded her napkin on the table and refused to look at him. 'Excuse me; I'm going to the rest room.'

As she got up and weaved her way through the tables to the rest rooms at the back, Daniel's eyes followed her. He dabbed at his mouth with his napkin and cut his mother off mid-sentence. 'I'll be back in a minute Mom, little boy's room.' He got up and walked briskly to the back of the restaurant.

As Wilhelmina exited the rest room, she felt her arm being grabbed and she was pulled through a red velvet curtain into the empty area the restaurant kept for private dining. Before she could even process what had happened, she found herself pinned tightly to the wall, her mouth being viciously attacked by Daniels. His arms holding her hips as he pushed himself against her. She moaned.

'Daniel...' she tried to speak between kisses.

'Nuh-uh, shut up.' He said, lips moving against hers.

She arched her back from the wall and felt his firmness pushing back against her. Her movements caused his eyes to close tighter as he continued to kiss her deeply. She pushed him back; he rested his forehead against hers.

'Come to my place when you're done here.' She whispered.

He nodded his head against hers as he tried to even his breathing. Wilhelmina pushed herself from the wall and circled his neck with her arm, hand clasping at his hair, she brought his mouth back to hers and kissed him slowly, tasting him, inhaling his scent. Breaking the kiss, she bit her bottom lip, before turning from him and heading back to her table.

When she returned to the table, Marc, who had seen Daniel get up to follow her, was smirking at her, try and failing to copy her patented arched brow.

'Wilhelmina, are you okay? You look a little flushed?'

'Shut up Marc.' She said in a warning tone as she pulled her seat in.

Marc drained his glass, 'I was going to ask if you would like dessert, but I see you already had a little nibble of something not on the menu.' He was trying not to smile for fear of being mutilated. 'Can I take it your little problem is solved?'

She snorted. 'Please Marc; I was away for five minutes.'

'Ah so that was just the pre show entertainment.' He couldn't help the smile from forming this time. 'So, my favourite evil genius, what would you like to do now? We could go to Gucci, Prada...have a real girls day out, keep your mind outta the gutter'

'No...I'm not feeling well Marc. I think I should go home.' She said, face still flustered.

'Yeah, you should probably go home....to bed.'

'Marc, that's enough. I told you I don't feel well.'

'Wow.'

'What?'

'When did you get bad at lying?'

She narrowed her eyes. 'Just get the check.'

Back at Daniel's table, his mother and sister eyed him wearily as he sat back down. 'What?' he asked them.

'You've hardly listened to a word we've said since you arrived.' His mother said stoically.

He fussed with the lapels on his jacket as he answered. 'Well you know...this thing with Elle. I've got a lot on my mind, I've been distracted.'

His mother nodded, 'And do you think I didn't see your distraction walk out of the back area two minutes before you came meandering out?'

'Mom...'

'No Daniel, we are here as a family. To reconnect, not for you to go groping your whore when our backs are turned.'

'That's enough Mom!' He yelled at her.

She turned to him, eyes wide in shock at how he had spoken to her. 'I know you don't like this, but this has to stop.'

Claire said nothing, but reached across the table for Alexis' wine glass. Daniel grabbed it from her hand. 'Stop using alcohol to mask your problems.'

'Stop using sex to mask yours.' She countered.

Daniel bowed his head. 'You know that's not me anymore.'

She scoffed. 'What do you call sleeping with Wilhelmina?'

Daniel continued to look down. 'If you must know, we...I...actually...we haven't.' He huffed out a breath.

'But last night...' Alexis began.

He shot a look at her, 'Last night, people kept showing up...phoning.' He enunciated for her benefit. 'It just didn't happen okay, so there Mom, breathe easy.' He folded his arms.

Claire was sitting shaking her head. 'No, no, are you kidding me Daniel? You haven't slept with her yet!' Her voice, rising in pitch.

Daniel screwed his face up, confused. 'Lemme get this straight, you're mad because I haven't slept with her.'

'Exactly.' His mother fumed.

Daniel looked around him. 'Okay, did someone slip a Quaalude in my drink?'

Claire stood up and threw her napkin on the table. 'You know I could just about wrap my head round this when I thought it was just a physical thing...JUST! You're like your father and I could accept that you could be swayed by a beautiful woman, no matter how damaged her soul was. But this...this goes deeper and don't expect me to stand by and watch it happen!'

She grabbed her purse and began to walk away from the table.

'I know you were friends.' He shouted after her.

Claire turned on the spot. 'What?'

Daniel walked to his mother and took her arm, leading her back to the table. She sat down and looked at her two children. 'She...told you?'

Daniel shook his head. 'No, I saw an old photo. You and Wilhelmina...together...laughing...explain.'

Claire sighed and reached for Alexis' glass again. Once again Daniel tried to catch it, but she batted him away and drank the deep red liquid.

'Mom, is Daniel right? Were you two friends?' Alexis asked.

Claire smiled, but there was no warmth in it. 'Yes.' She drank more of the wine.

'What, when, how?' Alexis barraged her.

'Was it when she was creative director?' Daniel asked.

Claire nodded, 'And before that, when she was a model.'

'Mom, I don't understand...how?' Alexis pushed her.

'Look all you need to know is we were friends. Not best friends, but friends, and now we are not.'

'But why?' Daniel pressed.

'You really need to ask that question?'

'No Mom, I remember you being hostile about her long before Dad put me in Mode.'

Claire sighed. 'She told me something...years ago...a lie...or so I thought.'

Alexis leaned over the table. 'What did she say?'

'She told me...she told me your Father was sleeping with Fey Sommer's.'

'What!?' Daniel and Alexis chorused.

'But he was!' Daniel exclaimed.

'I know that now Daniel, but I didn't believe her. Thought she was trying to get me to make Bradford fire Fey so she could inch her way up the ladder even more. By the time I found out the truth, it was too late; too many horrible words had been spoken and so began the great Claire Meade Vs Wilhelmina Slater battle.' She drank deeply from the glass.

'Oh my God, Willie put her job on the line, going behind her boss to tell you about Dad.' Alexis said, still in shock.

Daniel straightened in his chair. 'So wait...you're telling me that this whole thing, all the schemes, fights, everything we went through with Wilhelmina, was all because she told you something you didn't want to hear? Because you didn't want to believe the truth!'

'Daniel, you know it got more complicated than that.' She pleaded with her son.

'Yeah but it started out simple didn't it.' He laughed loudly. 'I can't believe this feud began because of Wilhelmina being honest. That's one I never thought I'd hear'

'Daniel...'

'No Mom, don't try and explain now. I might say something I'll regret.' He stood up and fastened his jacket.

'Where are you going?' Alexis asked.

'I have somewhere I need to be.'

xXx

Wilhelmina had arrived back at her apartment thirty minutes ago. She was pacing the hall waiting for a knock she knew would come. At the same time she was chastising herself for the way she wanted him. She thought that when the knock came she would fly for the handle, drag him in and have him where he stood. When she heard the insistent rap on the wood, however, she froze. She hadn't realised she had been breathing so heavily, didn't notice her palms sweating. She took a hesitant step towards the door and reached out to open it. When it edged open, she saw Daniel standing there with a want in his eyes, so acute, it frightened her.

Their eyes held each other, darting wildly, searching each others for the right words to say. Finding none, he stepped into her apartment and shut the door with his foot, immediately putting his hands to her back and pulling her in. He kissed her slowly, but not without force. Her hands held onto his biceps as his lips and tongue plundered her own. She ran her hands down his arms and then up his chest to remove him of his jacket. He grasped both her hands in his and pulled back, a loud smacking noise emanating from their lips as he did so.

'What?' She questioned, in a hushed voice.

'Wait.' He said.

'Are you fucking kidding me?'

He laughed. 'Give me your phone.'

She looked at him quizzically and then smiled. She took her phone from the side table in her hallway and handed it to him. Taking his own from his inside pocket, he pressed the power button on them both until the screens went blank. Walking away from her, he turned the knob on her door until he heard a sharp click, telling him it was locked.

She pouted at him, 'This had better be worth it, I haven't been unreachable in twenty years.'

He walked back to her, wrapping an arm round her waist and drawing her back in. He lowered his mouth to her ear and growled. 'Oh it will be.'

He ran his tongue along her ear and sucked the lobe into his mouth. She ran her hands back up his body and this time he let her remove his jacket. He began walking backwards into her lounge, pulling her with him, she felt her legs hit the back of her sofa and they stopped. The only light in the room was her large imposing fireplace.

He kept her body pressed tight to his as she began working on his shirt. The skin on his chest now exposed, she raked her nails over his nipples, causing him to shudder involuntarily. His hands found the zipper of her emerald green dress and he slid it down slowly. Kissing each shoulder in turn as he lowered the straps. Pulling the dress down her body, he followed it, placing light kisses on her as he descended. Her neck, the valley between her breasts, her abdomen and she bit back groan and arched her hips towards him as he placed a kiss below her pelvis, straining to feel his lips through the fabric covering her.

The dress thrown to one side now, she stood in only her black underwear and stilettos, she began to edge the shoes from her feet when he suddenly pulled her back, tight against him.

'No, leave them on.' He said in a low voice.

She smirked up at him, before pulling his bottom lip into her mouth. Her hands travelling down his torso until she stroked him lightly through the fabric of his trousers. His hands moved to her back, unclasping the black bra encasing her breasts. He lowered the straps and let the garment fall to the floor. He dipped his head and ran his tongue over her breasts stopping to pull her nipple in to his mouth, causing her to gasp and bring her hand to his hair, holding him in place.

She nimbly removed his belt and tossed it aside. Unzipping his fly, she didn't even wait for him to remove them before she thrust her hands inside them and his boxers, gripping him tightly. He moaned loudly against her flesh and continued his ministrations on her breasts, snaking one hand down and lightly pressing her centre through the fabric. She pushed herself against him, craving more. Looking down she saw that he had kicked off his socks and shoes. How did he manage that? She thought, impressed.

She took her hand away from the hardness of his member and pushed his trousers and boxers down as far as she could with her hands. Leaning back on the couch for leverage she used her feet to remove them from his body. As soon as the offending items were on the floor, she wrapped her hand around him once more. Hand working faster, longer strokes against him. She felt him still against her as he momentarily lost his train of thought. Gaining it again, she gasped when in one move; he pushed her underwear to the side and slid two fingers into her. Massaging her core as he continued to suckle at her breasts. The sensations becoming too much, she pulled his head back to her and kissed him again. Her hand still pumping him, alternating between hard strokes and running her nails lightly down his shaft as her other hand moved lower still to cup him. Removing his hand from her, he grabbed her hips and groaned. If she kept this up, he wouldn't make it to the finish line.

'Willie...stop...' he panted.

She didn't listen to him, and kept her movements rhythmic and she placed rough kisses to his chest. Just as she felt him stiffen further beneath her hand, his hand flew up and grabbed her wrist, stilling her. She smiled wickedly.

He kissed her hard and pushed against her until she fell back onto the sofa behind them. He moved in a trail down her body, tongue languidly drawing patterns on her skin. His hands reached for the material of her underwear. As he slid them down her legs, he twisted her body until her hips were positioned at the edge of the couch; he slid from the sofa and manoeuvred himself until he was between her legs.

Believing he was about to enter her, she arched her back in delightful surprise when he swiftly lowered his head and she felt the coolness of his tongue against her. Her body squirmed as he mercilessly teased her. Bringing two fingers back into her as his tongue continued its assault. She twisted her hips, trying to get away from him as she felt it building within her.

'Daniel stop!'

As she had done, he ignored her. He slid his fingers from her but slid both his hands under the curve of her ass to keep her still and bring her closer to his mouth. He felt her muscles tighten and clamped his lips around the sensitive spot. She arched her back, hand painfully gripping his hair as the waves of pleasure overtook her and she released a strangled cry.

He moved his head from her and rose onto his knees. Her body still shaking from her orgasm, he didn't give her even a second to recover as he slid his length inside her. Again her body arched at the sensation. He held them still for a moment, taking in the feeling that they had been waiting for. He started moving inside her, slow at first.

Wilhelmina needed to feel more, she needed his skin against hers, she sat up on the couch, bringing her breasts level with his face, he buried his head between them as he continued to move. His hands went to her hips and he started pulling her closer, until he was lying on the cream shag-pile rug on her floor and he had pulled her from the couch to sit astride him. Her legs still locked behind his back forced their bodies to be melded into each other.

He sat up, his arms encircling her back, one hand holding her hip as the other rested between her shoulder blades. Her arms were around his shoulders, holding his head against her breasts as he leisurely thrust up against her. Her hips rocking faster and faster as she felt the familiar tingle once again burn in her abdomen. She released her grip slightly and he moved his head back, spying a bead of sweat snaking between her breasts, his tongue darted out to lick it from her. The cold of his tongue against her burning skin causing her to move faster.

He once again dipped his head and held her tight as he felt the nerves in his body start to fire, his legs began to shake and muscles tighten as he thrust up one last time into her and shouted as he came. Lifting his head to have her lips crushed to his as she rode out her own climax, crying his name against his lips.

Rocking her gently now as she came down from her high, he continued kissing her slowly. She slowly began detangling her legs from around his body, keeping their bodies close. He reached up to the sofa and pulled down her black fur throw and draped it across their bodies. He pulled her with him as he lay back on the rug, her head resting on his chest, listening to the rapid beating of his heart. The pair of them were trying to control their breathing; he felt her shiver as the sweat on their bodies began to cool. He pulled her tighter to him and wrapped his arms further around her, entangling his legs with hers.

'That...was worth the wait.' He said, exhausted.

'You mean these past few weeks, or past few years.' She teased.

'See I knew you always wanted me.' He returned her tease, earning him a low laugh as she turned and bit his chest lightly.

'You know, I do have a bed we could lie in, instead of a hard floor.'

'I can't walk that far.' They both laughed as he kissed her again.

xXx

Down in her lobby, her doorman was holding open the door for Marc. As he walked past, another woman stepped in behind him.

'Marc!' She called.

He turned to face the voice and tried not to show the contempt on his face.

'Evening Robbie, what are you doing here?'

'I needed to speak to Wilhelmina.' She offered no further explanation. 'You?'

'She wanted to finish looking over the Dior prints before Monday but she left them at the office because she....wasn't feeling well.'

He pressed the button for the elevator and was alarmed when Robbie followed him inside.

'Robbie, I just told you, she's ill.'

'Well this will only take a minute, I tried calling her cell but it was off.'

'Because she's ill, hello, she's not taking calls.'

'Well why are you different.' She pressed the button to Wilhelmina's floor.

'Because I am.' He pouted.

xXx

Inside the apartment, Wilhelmina was still lying entwined with Daniel. His hands were absentmindedly trailing patterns on her bare shoulders and down to the swell of her breasts above the fur covering them both. Her hand sneaked down between their bodies and started rubbing him; she smirked as she felt him stir under her touch.

'Are you trying to kill me?' He bit her shoulder.

'If I'd known it was this easy...' She smirked.

Just as his body was beginning to rise to the occasion, there was a knock at the door.

'Ignore it.' He pleaded.

'I was planning to.' She tilted her head and kissed him.

xXx

Outside, Marc turned to Robbie and shrugged. 'Oh well, not home.'

'But you said she was sick.'

'So...she's probably in bed.'

'But shouldn't you check if she's ok.'

'She's not answering the door.'

'You have a key Marc.'

'I'm not just going to let myself in.'

'Open the door Marc!'

Marc huffed and retrieved the key. Inserting it in the door, he played one thought over and over in his head. Please God let her be alone.

xXx

Inside the apartment, the couple heard the door open and sprang apart in a panic.

'Who the hell is that?' Daniel whispered.

'It'll be Marc.'

'I hear two voices.'

Wilhelmina strained to hear the voices in her hallway and the colour in her face drained.

'It's Robbie!'

'Shit!'

'Hide.'

'Where?'

She shrugged and looked around. She stood up, pulling the throw around her like a sheet, leaving Daniel naked on the floor. If they weren't in such deep shit, she would laugh. Daniel kept himself pressed tight to the floor. Wilhelmina ran round the side of the couch and kicked their clothes over to Daniel with her foot. Marc and Robbie entered the room just as the last garment landed on Daniels head. He moved slowly and deliberately to put his boxers back on, sliding his shirt on slowly, trying not to lift off the floor in fear of being seen.

'Robbie, Marc, what are you doing here?'

Both Robbie and Marc's jaws dropped when they saw Wilhelmina wearing nothing but the throw. Wilhelmina resisted the urge to turn and make sure Daniel was hidden behind her sofa. If she turned and looked then they would know someone was there.

'I thought you were sick.' Robbie said, folding her arms.

'I was, I'm feeling better now.'

'So I see, so you thought you could use a little pick me up huh?'

'Excuse me?'

'I know who you're sleeping with Willie.'

Wilhelmina felt her heart beat faster. 'You do?'

'I do. And if you think I'm going to let you use Arnaud to push me out, you're mistaken.'

'Arnaud?'

'Don't act coy Wilhelmina, this exactly the tactic you used with Bradford. I'm not a simpleton like Daniel you know...so where is he?'

'Arnaud isn't here.' She said, not lying.

'Get what you want then kick him out....classy. You know I came here to try and talk to you, try to be friends...civil at least. You let me know if that's something you think you're capable of.' She spun round and left.

Marc grinned widely as Robbie left. 'So, I'm guessing we have no more...issues to resolve. I'm guessing lover boy just left...thank God Robbie and I didn't run into him outside, can you imagine!?'

Daniel suddenly sprang up from behind the couch, causing Marc to scream. 'HEIDIMONTAGPRATT!!'

When he felt his heart return to a normal rate he smiled suggestively at the pair.

'You know, you could have stayed hidden for two more minutes.' She scolded.

'I was getting cramp. Besides, it's only Marc...he's practically our pimp.'

'I hear ya hoe.' Marc drawled and saluted.

Wilhelmina rolled her eyes. 'Marc, leave whatever that is you have on the table and I'll see you on Monday.'

'Aye aye Captain.' He saluted her as well and continued smiling.

As he walked out the room, he flipped open his phone and dialled. 'Mandy, hold on two minutes, let me conference Betty.' He pressed buttons on his phone. 'Betty...Mandy...you both there? You're never gonna believe it...'

Inside the room Wilhelmina rolled her eyes and turned to Daniel. 'You're gonna pay for that you know.'

He slipped his still unfastened shirt back off his body as she dropped the throw covering her body.

'Oh I hope so.'