Flirting With Danger – Chapter 1
Blair Waldorf glanced in the mirror one last time before she left her new apartment in New York's Upper East Side. It had been so long since she'd had one of her shopping sprees, and she wanted to look her best.
Blair had left for France to complete her education after Gossip Girl had blogged to the entire world about her sex life. It still haunted her, today. After finishing school in France, she had gained entry into Yale and had gone on to be recruited by Henderson Incorporated.
To everyone, Henderson Inc was a company that specialized in managing money for the filthy rich, but really, it was a discreet branch of the CIA. They handled the toughest operations which were often the dirtiest, most immoral ones. Henderson Inc specialized in assassinations and infiltration, so it was natural that Blair had accepted their offer immediately.
She had been in this job for 2 years now, and was considered one of the most ruthless agents in the business at only 23 years of age. Now, they were transferring her to New York, her home. She truly belonged here.
She slipped into the waiting limo and sighed contentedly, smoothing out the non-existent creases in her black pencil skirt.
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"Blair is that…you?" a familiar voice sounded from behind her. Great, so much for keeping a low profile, Blair refrained from rolling her eyes and instead turned around with a smile on her face.
"Serena," she nodded curtly, before turning back around to sift through the latest Vera Wang collection.
"Oh my gosh, B! I missed you so much," Serena smothered her in a bone-crushing hug.
Serena, of course, looked as beautiful as ever. Her golden hair cascaded down past her shoulders, and her legs were leaner and more tanned.
Blair pulled away from her best friend, with tears in her eyes, "I missed you too, S."
"Come on, we have loads to catch up on," Serena pulled Blair out of the store and into a taxi.
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"So you manage people's money…wow, B. What happened to your dreams of being a lawyer?" Serena asked.
"I was really more passionate about money," Blair laughed, sipping her Bellini. They had reached the Palace bar and Blair felt right at home.
"So…how's Nate?" Blair asked quietly.
"Nate moved to Los Angeles a few months ago," Serena answered, wondering why Blair didn't ask about Chuck. Well she did not want to spoil Blair's mood – she knew that it was best not to incur Blair's wrath.
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"Whoa, Blair! You sure you don't want me to get you cab?" Serena giggled as her friend almost tripped on her 4-inch Christian Louboutin pumps. Blair Waldorf never tripped in heels. If Serena didn't know better, she'd have thought that Blair had been born in heels.
"No, Serena. I'm fine," Blair sang with a goofy grin on her face.
"Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow." Serena hugged Blair. "I'm so glad you're back, B."
A very drunk Blair stumbled out of the Palace hotel. She had not gotten drunk since she started her job. Being intoxicated reduced one's alertness and when one happened to be a secret agent, alertness was vital.
But Blair had been given three days to settle in to New York before she received her new assignment, and she considered this as "settling in."
According to her director, her next assignment was unlike any other.
"I'm sure I can handle it, Gwen," Blair had told her, but now, after only one day in New York, she didn't want to go back to work. Ever.
As Blair left the hotel, she found that the streetlights were blinding her, and her vision was blurry. Shit, I think I'm really drunk. Blair slowly trudged back into the grand hotel, intending to book a suite for the night.
"Hello Mister! I need a suite like…now," Blair smiled sweetly at the man at the reception. He frowned disapprovingly; drunk Upper East Siders were not his favourite customers.
"I'm sorry, Miss, we're completely booked for the night."
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Chuck Bass stepped out of his limousine and into the Palace hotel. Although he had a gigantic penthouse a few blocks away, he felt like being in the comfort of the old Bass suite tonight. The penthouse is too big for one man, anyway, he thought, craving a glass of scotch and quickening his pace at the thought of alcohol.
He spotted Phillip, the new concierge trying his best to appease a disheveled brunette who was evidently drunk. Deciding his scotch could wait, he made his way to the reception. Maybe he could entice this girl up to his suite?
"What seems to be the problem, Phillip?" Chuck asked, his gaze traveling down the girl's petite body. Her back was to him but somehow he could sense that she was beautiful.
Blair heard an unsettlingly familiar voice behind her. No, it can't be.
She slowly turned on the spot and saw none other than Chuck Bass, scarf and all.
And then she passed out.
"Waldorf?" Chuck gaped at her, rushing forward to catch her slender frame. Phillip merely watched the drama unfold.
"She'll be staying with me tonight," Chuck informed him, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he carried her to the elevator.
God, she's still as beautiful as ever. Her hair was curly and fell to her shoulders. And she had definitely grown taller. Her arms and legs were toned and tanned but one thing was the same. She was wearing a headband. A pink silk headband to be exact. He resisted the urge to kiss her glossed lips.
Gently, he set her on the bed and she responded by snuggling deeper into the covers. Unable to resist, he grazed his lips over hers for just a second. Man, he had missed her.
"Chuck," Blair sighed, as he pulled away from the brief kiss.
Smirking at the fact that she could tell it was him and wanted more of him, he lay on the couch where Nate usually slept and closed his eyes.
She even made him forget about the scotch he had been craving.
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