Title: Crueler Intentions

Chapter Title: Step Up, Chuck

Author: Shelby

A/N: This is meant to be an older, more scandalous Chuck and Blair. This will be a short story. I already have every chapter written and hope to post and update a night so make sure to let me know if you want more.

Extra Note: Story title is derived from the movie Cruel Intentions. Chapter one's titled is derived from the movie Step Up.

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"Blair Waldorf, why I never thought I'd see the day. What brings you back to New York?" Chuck smirked in disbelief as he sat down. They were in his bar. He started to wonder and hope if she had come in search of him, but knew that was unwise. She was likely to disappoint him.

Blair smiled coyly to herself, "A lover." She slowly turned to him. Her doe brown eyes sparkled in mischievous delight. It had been a long time, but the years had been good to Chuck Bass. He was as dashingly handsome as ever.

"Anyone I know?" he furthered, eyebrows raised. His tone of voice piqued in playful curiosity. Part of him wondered if the lover was he, but knew either way her next answer would tell him.

She teasingly pouted her ruby lips. Blair sighed, "Yes, I'm afraid. In fact, while I came to this city for him—he came for you." She pointed at him and then curved the finger back against her chest.

"Shall I ever be able to unravel this riddle, Waldorf?" he chuckled, trying to hide his disappointment. Chuck turned back to his own drink, Scotch of course, and took a sip.

"He is one of your latest business associates." She shrugged very nonchalantly. Her eyes flickered to the side. Of course he wasn't about to take it serious first.

"Impossible. All the men I work with are twice your age and not to mention married," Chuck scoffed. He rolled his eyes, finishing off his drink.

Blair turned her body into his. Her bare leg brushed across his inner thigh. He quivered in delight. She giggled naughtily, "Well I've always been a bad girl."

He looked around and then pulled her close. His head shook and his voice fell to a frantic whisper. "You can't be serious. Tell me the truth," he demanded.

"You admired him, until now," she clued. Normal guys would try to play if off as an ego booster, but not Chuck Bass. Anyone she showed affection for he deemed unworthy. She didn't mind either. It turned her on, but she'd never let him know that.

"You are serious," Chuck acknowledged. He let go of her arm and pulled back some. He couldn't think of one man he met with that weekend with his Blair.

Blair sipped her drink innocently and nodded, "Yes, I thought I made that perfectly clear." She set it down, letting her hand fall onto his knee afterwards.

He eyed it for a moment, swallowing an instant lump in his throat. It was hard not to get an instant hard when she touched him like that, especially when she dressed in such revealing attire.

"What's his name?" Chuck questioned. He wanted to know. That way he could get rid of the man.

"Why should I tell you?" Blair frowned. She pulled back her hand from his legs and crossed her arm. Each movement, touch, and word were well thought out, but even better played.

"So I can put a face to my competition," he smirked. His voice turned husky—just the way he knew she liked. He was hoping it would make her give him what he wanted—well one of the things he wanted.

She only rolled her eyes though and smiled. "Cute, but sarcasm will get you nowhere," she told him.

"Tell me," Chuck demanded. He grabbed hold of her leg under the bar's countertop and squeezed it. His hold could leave a mark, but that was all the more reason to tighten his grip.

Blair leaned in and grabbed the lapels of his jacket. For the others in the dimly lit room she pretended to merely fix his jacket. However, he felt her hands stroke down his chest and her knees press against his crotch. She leaned in closer to whisper in his ear.

"Follow me to find out. Stalk me in your limo like you used to," Blair requested. She teased him with a kiss right below his earlobe.

Chuck shivered in delight. He closed his eyes and grinned, "I should have known you wanted to play games." When she yanked back suddenly though, he growled. His eyes snapped open and darkened.

"Only the ones you're good at. Come on, Bass. I know it's tempting you already. And if not, it will eat you up inside. Never knowing which man shaking your hand is making me shake at night," Blair implied.

"I hate the bastard already," he returned with a tenser jaw. She only giggled and patted the side of his cheek.

"I know. You were always the jealous type." Blair winked at him. Her doe brown eyes did it so well, especially for Chuck Bass.

"And you were always the bitch type," Chuck retorted. Only, it wasn't an insult really, but more of a compliment.

She pouted, "I thought you liked that about me." Her face faked hurt and she put a hand to her chest.

"I do," he smirked. Chuck ran his hands along both of her legs. That was until she smacked them away. He sighed in irritation.

Blair turned forward in her seat again and slid her empty martini glass to the bartender. She spoke to Chuck though, "Then shall you follow me tonight, Bass? I will leave after my second drink."

"You'll have to wait and see, but either way the next one is on me." Chuck nodded at the man. He didn't need to take out his wallet. It was his hotel after all.

"So was the first," she challenged.

"Of course, Waldorf," he agreed with a laugh.

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UPDATED A/N: This story was deleted by the site due to a mistake on my part in the story's description. I am currently re-uploading it.