Once a con, always a con; their attitude was as clear as day. I treated their ridiculous, entirely speculative accusation that I had helped Sarah to e...cape with the contempt it deserved, challenging them toe to toe. Felicity was in court in London that day for one of our women, but I was not the silly girl they had pushed around in 1973. I had gained my law degree and a huge amount of experience with their like, since I founded WOOP. I no longer feared them, and once they understood that, I. Sliding into the hot tub after a quick shower, I caught Denise’s eye. “So, um, I see you and Chris are getting along.” She said. “Glad to see that you’re making friends, I think.” I laughed. “Yeah, he’s a nice guy, and very, um, attentive.” I said. “But really, you’re not going to get all weird on me now are you?” “Emma, don’t get me wrong. I lugged you here to stop moping about Kevin and all, but fucking Chris in front of the party was not what I had in mind.” Denise said. “I know Denise. It. That week, she and I worked on her presentation together every night after work - and every night after we were finished, she treated me to some of the most mind-blowing sex I'd ever had. The girl had loads of tricks up her sleeve, and she definitely hadn't lost her touch - I'll tell you that. She was still as hot - and slightly more skilled - than she'd been during our younger encounters. Finally, Alicia's big day was here, and all eyes were on her as she strutted around the conference room. I grabbed her arm and asked her again. "Why did you ask me that?" She didn't respond. She just looked at me. Then I watched her eyes drift to my lips. In that moment, I knew what she wanted. But I wasn't going to let her have it easy. "You're such a slut," I said in her face. She looked really offended. "Excuse me?" "You come home every night with a new guy in MY bed and never give me anything in return." "Well, what do you want?" I didn't have to think twice. I knew exactly what I wanted. I.