She looks around the room at the people surrounding her. She could end this right now, tell all of them, but that wouldn't be any fun. She allows Daniel to command the meeting, and pretends to be unhappy.
After everyone has left for the day she finds herself in his office. She takes a seat on his desk.
"Can I help you?"
"I don't want you to get the wrong impression," she admits.
"I think that I get the picture."
"I..."
He cuts her off, "You don't want to change, and that's fine with me. I don't expect you to change."
"This is not a relationship," she adds.
"It's just sex, and that's fine with me. I'm not looking for a relationship right now. But I have to admit it is nice to finally have a little common ground between us."
"I agree."
"What are you still doing here anyway?"
"I was waiting for everyone else to leave."
"Why? What are you up to?"
"Nothing," she answers devilishly.
"So then why are you looking at me like that for?"
"I just thought that since last night was so..."
"Incredible."
"Maybe we could try it again."
"Here?"
She gets off the desk and moves over to his chair. She takes a seat in his lap. Centimeters from his she asks, "I don't know. You tell me."
He smiles and lifts him onto his desk. He draws the blinds and shuts the door. She grabs onto his tie and pulls him onto the desk next to her. They furiously rip each other's clothing off.
"Do you have to wear so many layers?" she scolds.
"It wouldn't be as exciting if I didn't."
"The clothes don't make the man," she warns.
"Fey just rolled over in her grave."
"Enough conversation," she growls.
After their encounter they leave Mode, going their separate ways. It's just nearly midnight when he falls asleep. He's dreaming about her when there is a knock on the door. He opens his eyes and scrambles to the door in his boxers. He opens the door without looking through the peephole. He finds Wilhelmina standing in front of him in her coat, and heels.
"I thought that you went home."
"Are you going to let me in?"
He stands before he silently. She pushes past him, and spins him around, closing the door. He just stares at her.
"You can pick your jaw off the ground at any time," she tells him.
"Sorry," he apologizes, "Can I take your coat?"
She allows the coat to fall to the ground. His eyes light up as she stands before him in nothing but stilettos. She smiles, and kicks off the heels. He clears the coffee table. She places her manicured hands on his chest.
"That won't hold us."
He doesn't argue. He leads her toward the bedroom, but they never make it. When he wakes up he's on the floor with a pillow under his head and a sheet over him. He gets off the floor and finds the apartment empty. He finds his boxer's halfway down the hall, he walks past them on the way to the bathroom. He turns on the shower and steps in. When he finishes his shower he assesses the damage in the mirror. There are fresh scratches on his back and rug burns on various body parts. He quickly gets dressed and heads to work.
Just after eleven Amanda waltzes into his office.
"I've got a message for you."
"What?"
"Wilhelmina wants to meet you for lunch. She says it's a budgeting emergency."
"Hold my calls?" he questions as he grabs his jacket.
She nods as he walks out the door. He jumps into the black SUV with dark tinted windows that is waiting on him. He sends Wilhelmina a text. The car starts moving before he can get a response.
"Where are we going?"he questions the driver.
He gets no response. The car drives for fifteen minutes it pulls into a dark, nearly empty, garage. The vehicle pulls into a spot and the engine stops. The driver's door opens, and closes. The back door opens and Wilhelmina slips into the backseat.
"Where is the driver?"
"I let him go," she answers.
"You fired him?"
"No. He went to lunch," she replies.
"I see."
That night he works late. He hear footsteps approach his office. He looks up but finds someone other than who he expected. He looks up at her trying not to seem disappointed. She silently comes into his office and shuts his door.
"Do you need something?" he questions.
"Can I talk to you?"
"Of course. Why are you still here?"
"I was waiting until everyone else left."
"Why?"
"I wanted to make sure that she was gone."
"Who?"
"Wilhelmina," Betty answers.
"Ok," he looks at her curiously.
"How long?"
"How long what?" he questions.
"Have you been sleeping with her? I know that it's not any of my business, but I can't sit by and say nothing."
"I don't know what you're talking about," he responds.
"I forgot my laptop here the other night."
"And?" he tries to play it cool.
"I saw things that I wish I hadn't."
"What do you think that you saw?"
"She was sitting on your desk, and then... I left when the blinds got closed."
"It's not what you think."
"You're not having mindless sex with her?"
"Ok it's what you think, but it's not like it sounds."
"It's not? Why would you sleep with her?"
"Why do you care?"
"She's the devil. Of all people I thought that you knew that. She uses people, manipulates them into doing exactly what she wants. This is not in innocence, or fun."
"I don't expect you to understand Betty."
"Try to explain it."
"We're just both at awkward times in our lives. We're both just looking for..."
"A fuck buddy?"
"Someone to satisfy our physical needs."
"Don't do anything stupid."
"Like what?"
"Never mind."
"No tell me," he begs.
"No," she disagrees.
"Why not?"
"Because I think that it's already too late."
"For what?"
"To warn you about falling for her."
"I'm not falling for her."
"No, you already have."
"You're wrong," he argues.
"You'll see," she warns as she walks away.