A/N: Here is the right chap. I accidentally uploaded a chapter to another story. Sorry for the confusion.

He prays that there is no one left in the building as she screams. Before he knows it they're frantically redressing. She presses a button and the elevator lurches back into motion. He's tucking his tie into the breast pocket of his jacket when the doors open. The lobby is empty as they step off. She touches his neck.

"You might want to put some concealer on that," she suggests as she touches the red mark on his neck.

"Maybe you could help me," he baits her.

"Are you asking?"

"I am," he nods.

She stops in the doorway. He turns to her. "Did you forget something?" He questions.

"I was wrong," she answers.

"About what?"

"About you," she admits.

"Oh."

"I'm probably going to hate myself for this, but..." she bites her lip.

"But what?"

"I don't want to be alone."

"Tonight?"

"I don't always want to be alone."

"I can understand that."

She grabs a hold of this collar. She straightens it, and allows her hands to slide down the front of him. She stops when her palms reach his pecks. She looks up at him with a look he had never seen before, from her, at least. She begins to speak, "You were right."

"About what?"

"Wanting the same things."

"I know," he answers arrogantly, "I know you better than I think you do."

"Come home with me," she asks.

He freezes. He looks at her, unsure of whether she's serious or not. He stands before her, completely dumbfounded. She doesn't hesitate to make herself clear. She grabs his hand, and intertwines her fingers in his, she pulls him out the door, onto the street. He gets in the car with her, praying he won't regret his decision in the morning.

The buzzer on the alarm clock wakes him up. He instantly realizes that it isn't his alarm clock. He feels movement in the bed, as she rolls over to turn the alarm clock off. He rolls over as she swings her feet over the edge of the bed. "Five more minutes," he begs.

"Go back to sleep. I'll wake you up in a little while."

"No. Stay with me for five more minutes."

She climbs back into bed, and stares at him. "Why?" she asks.

"I'm not ready to give this up, not yet."

"Do you really think this can last?"

"Why not?"

"The sex is great, but what are people going..."

"I don't care what people think, or say."

"Since when?"

"Since now."

"I don't know how this is going to work, but I'm willing to try," she admits.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hm?"

"Why do you have to be such a bitch?"

"I am a bitch."

"You're not a complete bitch."

"You're only saying that because..."

He cuts her off, "No I'm not. You have some very good qualities."

"I'd love to hear this."

"For example when you love someone you'd do anything for them."

"That's true."

"I know."

"You know this doesn't mean that I'm going to be any less of a bitch to you at work, right?"

"I know," he smiles.

"I really do have to get up now."

"What are you going to wear today?"

"I don't know, do you have a suggestion?"

"Just one."

"What?"

"Wear that," he answers.

She rolls her eyes at him as she wanders into the bathroom in her black lace bra, and panties.

He calls after her, "Maybe you could put on a pair of heels, then it would be an outfit."

She throws the bra out of the bathroom door.

"Or you could wear nothing at all, I'd be ok with that too."

"You're such a pig," she tells him.

"Are you going to save me any hot water?" he questions as she turns on the shower.

"Probably not," she admits.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Pretty sure, why?"

"Then I guess I'll just have to shower with you."

"No one is stopping you."

Daniel and Wilhelmina arrive at Mode within minutes of each other. Betty, and Marc are standing by reception when Wilhelmina breezes past them. She doesn't comment on Betty's clothing, or yell at Marc. Betty and Marc look at each other questioningly.

"Was she smiling?" Betty questions, "Or baring her teeth?"

"I think she was actually smiling."

"I wonder why."

"Maybe she got lucky last night," Marc says without thinking.

"Yeah, maybe."

Marc eyes bug out.

"What?" Betty questions him.

"Nothing, I've got to go," he answers as he runs towards Wilhelmina's office.

He steps into her office, and closes the door behind him.

"Is someone chasing you?" Wilhelmina asks calmly from behind her desk.

"No."

"So then why are you running?"

"Why are you smiling?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Says the woman with a big goofy grin on her face."

"The only one with a big goofy grin on their face is Daniel, but I'm pretty sure that his face is permanently frozen that way."

"Is that how his face looked last night when you were screwing him senseless?"

"Excuse me?"

"You slept with him, didn't you?"

"Don't be absurd," she furrows her brow.

Marc makes a gagging noise, "Really? You're that desperate?"

"I'm not desperate."

"You screwed Daniel."

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to, you're smile said it all."

"All I'm going to say is that if I were you I wouldn't lean against the wall in the elevator."

"What?"

"Nothing. If that's all you came in here for you can go now. I do have work to do, and I'm sure that you do too. If you don't I'll find you some."

"Uh..."

"Goཀ" she demands.

He scurries away with his tail between his legs.