"Why the hell aren't you back in New York, with your sister? I know what you did-switching out Renee's medication! You're the reason she almost killed Betty! I should wring your damn neck!"

The diva rolled her eyes, "Are you done, Daniel?"

"NO, I'm not! Why aren't you still with Renee? Let me guess. You just "dropped her off" in the loony bin, and now you've got some evil plan to try and get your old job back? NOT going to happen! You can go to hell!"

"Perhaps eventually, but not at the moment. In the meantime, what's this I hear about you poaching my employee?"

"Poaching? You mean Marc? First of all, thanks to you, he's no longer employed. Wait, he told YOU I offered him..."

"Betty's job? No, he didn't tell me. I have other sources. And what is she going to do…BETTY?"

Betty peeked her head out, wearing a towel, "Was it the food or my clothes? WILHELMINA?! What are YOU…"

Wilhelmina put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow, "Well, I see you've certainly moved on from my sister fast enough! Perhaps she wasn't so crazy after all! How long has THIS been going on?"

"None of your damn business! Look, I don't know what you thought you were going to accomplish, coming here…"

"You mean, other than catching you literally with your pants down? With BETTY, no less? Seriously, HER? Grant you, she does look … considerably better, surprisingly withOUT her usual highly questionable wardrobe and glasses.

Still, if you really want to ensure she no longer induces seizures in small children with her smile, I'd suggest she have those hideous train tracks removed immediately!

I see you clearly have a type-Daniel! I suppose you at least deserve kudos for your taste for diversity, but…"

Daniel wasn't amused by the woman's quips, however. He walked over to her and practically shoved her out of the doorway, "Did I not make it clear, you're not welcome? Leave now, or I'll call hotel security and have you thrown out on your fake ass, Wilhelmina! You have absolutely nothing to say that I want to hear!"

"No, but you NEED to hear it! I'm having your father's child."

"No offense, but aren't you a little OLD for that? And my father's dead, remember? Or did you lose your memory when my mom shoved you in the open grave at his funeral?"

Even though he knew what was coming, thanks to Betty, it didn't make it any easier for him to hear.

"Don't be rude! My surrogate is doing quite well, actually. I've already spoken to Claire and your sister. Call them if you like. And if you check with your lawyers, you'll find that as the child's mother, I'm entitled to one third of Meade Publications. "

"My family already has! Don't think you'll be redecorating my office anytime soon!"

"We'll see, I suppose. Betty, a pleasure as always. Please be sure to tell Christina to take good care of herself and MY baby! Carry on. Daniel, I'll be sure to give my sister your best when I visit her. And don't worry, I won't tell her that you're here, giving Betty YOURS! It would kill her to know she wasn't all that crazy after all!"

"Is that supposed to be funny? Get out of here! You told me your 'news", dropped what you thought was your little "bombshell" on me, now. But for your information, I already knew about what you did to use poor Christina as your easy bake oven to try and "manufacture" some kind of role at Mode when you and I both know you don't have one!

I wouldn't put it past you to try and turn my dad into a zombie if you thought it would get you Mode. You're pathetic! I mean how the hell did you even get his...never mind, believe me, I don't want to know! The thing is, I don't even want the job you were willing to do anything, including sacrificing your own sister to get!

I'm leaving Mode, too! Along with Betty. But I wouldn't give it back to you if you were on fire! Oh, sorry! Too soon? GET LOST, you bitch!"

He slammed the door shut in her face, leaving Wilhelmina fuming. Betty hesitantly walked towards him, reaching out to take his hands, "Are you alright, Daniel?"

He nodded, looking down at his shaking hands, "Yeah, sure. I'm fine! She...can't rattle me anymore. Like I told her, she's NOT getting her old job back! I didn't tell her about Penelope! I want to save that little tidbit for when we have an audience to see her reaction! That bitch!

I can't believe she LEFT Renee, just to come all the way here and try and mess with me, thinking she could shock me with that crap about poor Christina. Did she really not think you would tell me she had used your friend for something so...sick and twisted? She's obviously getting really desperate!"

Betty nodded, pulling him towards the couch to sit down, "Obviously! And I can't imagine she is actually thinking about the long term fact that she will have to actually take care of a baby!

It's not like once it's born, she can lock the poor thing up in a safe or something with her other assets! It's as if she thinks the baby will get her what she wants and then is going to just...disappear! She seems to be forgetting she'll be its mother!"

Daniel rolled his eyes, "Tell that to her daughter, Nico! I feel sorry for that girl! As bad as my father was, at least he didn't send me and Alex off to boarding school to get rid of us!"

Betty looked up into his eyes, "Are you sure...she didn't upset you? You're still shaking."

He smirked, looking down at her towel, "Yeah...but now it has nothing to do with that bitch! I'm looking at you, Betty. I definitely like this outfit!"

She smiled sadly, "Thank you. But…"

He furrowed his brows, "But...what? Betty? Don't let anything SHE said upset you, okay? You're beaut…"

"Beautiful? Yes, I know you...keep saying that, Daniel. But...she's right. My smile…"

He reached up and held her face in his hands, "Your smile would light up any room, sweetie! And I keep telling you because you ARE beautiful!"

"That's sweet. But not really true. And we both know it."

He clenched his jaw, stroking her cheek, "I hate that she got to you, Betty. I've told you before, you can't believe anything the woman says, she's evil!

And she's probably pissed because...I don't know, maybe she actually feels a slight twinge of guilt over screwing over her own sister, and almost killing you, especially now that she saw us ...you know, together. Renee turned out to not be completely crazy about us, at least, I guess. We are...in love, after all. Aren't we?"

Betty nodded, as Daniel stepped closer, taking her hands and sliding his up her arms, then holding her face, wiping away her tears with his thumbs, "I know I love you."

He kissed her cheek, "And I think we shouldn't let anything that monster says bother us, or keep us from enjoying the time we have here alone, together, before we have to go back to New York and deal with...well, a bunch of crap! Reporters, and our families, and...HER!

Let's try to enjoy our privacy while we can. Deal?" he punctuated practically every word with another kiss, making her giggle, as he began tickling her neck with his kisses.

He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously as he started to unwrap her towel, grinning, "It's like unwrapping my Christmas present when I know I'm getting exactly what I want, even though I've been a very naughty boy this year!"

She narrowed her eyes, putting her hands on top of his to prevent him from pulling off her towel, as she shook her head, "Uh uh, you first, this time! I want my present, too!"

He smiled, "I see. You want me to...okay, sure! Can I get a little help?"

She shook her head, as she stepped away, folding her arms over her chest, "No, I think you can handle undressing all by yourself without my help, Daniel. You're a big boy now!"

He laughed as he nodded, but started pulling off his shirt and unzipping his pants, "You bet your sweet, sexy ass I am! Wow, who knew you were so kinky, Betty? You really are full of surprises! First, the food sex, now you want me to give you a show. Is this what YOU want, baby?"

He strutted a bit before slowly removing his boxers, then twirling them onto a lampshade. She tried not to laugh, but he was being so silly, she couldn't help herself. She put her hand up to her eyes, then over her mouth to stifle her giggles at his antics, "Uh huh, you bet! Very….um...sexy, Daniel!"

Daniel made a face, then grabbed her hands down, looking into her eyes, "Are you laughing at me, girly? We'll see about who has the last laugh! Get over here! Now, it's MY turn!"

She slipped out of his grasp and tried to run, but he chased her around the coffee table and sofa, then tackled her onto the floor, in fits of laughter, as he kept trying to pull down her towel, and tickled her.

"Okay, you got me! You win! That was...awesome! You'd make a great male model!"

"I doubt that! I'd probably look pretty silly! You were amazing in our show, though! I was so proud of you!"

She nodded, blushing, "I know. You clapped and cheered louder than anyone there!"

"I love it when you blush, Betty. You're so adorable…" he kissed her cheek. "How could I not see it all this time? You were right in front of me. And I didn't see how amazing you were!"

She rolled her eyes, "Daniel, really, I didn't expect you to… think that about me. I was...I am…"

He sighed, "Betty, we're not having this argument again. You ARE beautiful! I get that no one, myself included at Mode gave you a chance, because you didn't come in the right "packaging".

But trust me, I've seen a LOT of naked models and once they no longer have their makeup and fake hair and padded bras and there's nobody there to air brush them in real life, eh!"

He grinned, making a face and shaking his hand, then leered at her, "But YOU, you are totally the opposite! You really are truly gorgeous! You're like...Pretty Woman! Not that you're a hooker, of course, I didn't mean that!

But...you know how once she isn't wearing her weird street clothes, and wig, and she dresses nicely and gets all fancy to go out to dinner with him or to the horse race and you see she's really gorgeous? That's you, Betty!

You've been hiding under all those...interesting clothes of yours and no offense, but...well you have crummy taste in fashion!"

"That's not exactly a news flash, Daniel!"

"I know, but listen to me, now I see how you've been hiding your sexy curves under those weird clothes. I DO know fashion, Betty. So, let ME dress you, okay?

Obviously, I also get to UNdress you when we're alone, but just let me be your Richard Gere. I might not be quite as rich as him…."

She shrugged, waving her hand, "Pretty close, probably."

He smiled, "Or as good-looking."

She rolled her eyes, "Debatable. You or Richard Gere, back in his prime? Hmmmm…."

"HEY!"

She laughed, as he rolled on top of her, "I'm joking! You, of course! Don't be so sensitive! I never even liked Top Gun! I never saw it!"

"Great, because he wasn't in that! That was Tom Cruise!"

"Oh, right! Him! The couch jumping one. Yeah, not a fan! He's too short!"

"Says the girl who's what, five feet one?"

"Two!"

He looked at her dubiously, "Sure, Betty! Tell yourself that, shortie!"

"Shut up! You're so mean!"

"Why don't you make me shut up?" he teased.

"Don't think I won't, Mister!" she looked down at his perfect, naked body, and sighed, thinking she really didn't want this weekend to ever end.