She walked off, going off to find some lunch somewhere. As she walked, she passed the girls sitting on the Met steps.
A group of girls laughed. "Look at that. The Great Queen B walking alone," Penelope said mockingly.
"She doesn't even have a boyfriend," Hazel added.
That pushed Blair too far. "I used to live for these steps, but now I find that a waste of time. There are better things to do in life than just sit on these steps and making fun of people who really don't care. And just so you know, I am going to see someone …" Blair replied nastily.
Is jabbed back, "You know things are never going to work out with Chuck. You can fuck him all you want, but nothing's ever going to happen."
"Oh you just wait and see. If I don't come back …" She smirked and walked off. "Those girls are so immature," Blair thought. She pulled out her enV phone and sent a text to Chuck.
Are you busy? I need somewhere to be. –B
She walked into a sandwich shop and ordered a strawberry banana smoothie and a grilled chicken Cesar sandwich. He phone vibrated. Chuck.
Not at the moment but maybe when you get here. –C
She smiled, went up for her order, and called a cab. "Take me to the Bass Industries building," she said sharply to the cabbie.
"What a shame that Bart Bass died. That poor kid. He must have a lot on his hands at just seventeen," the cabbie told Blair.
"Oh you don't even know," Blair mumbled.
"So, what are you going to Bass Industries for?" the cabbie continued.
"If you shut up, I'll give you an extra $50," Blair snapped. There wasn't anymore talking until she got out of the cab and paid him the money.
"Thank you, ma'am. Have a nice day," the cabbie said and winked.
"Uggh. Gross," Blair said after shutting the door. She walked towards the big building with confidence, listening to her black Manolos click along the cement.
She pushed her way through the revolving door, pushed the up button on the elevator, and pushed the button to the 21st floor. Blair walked past the receptionist and put her hand on the handle.
"Excuse me," said a snobby voice. "Do you have an appointment with Mr. Bass?"
"I don't need an appointment." Blair gave a fake smile, took a breath, and opened the door.
"Hello, Mr. Bass," Blair said sexily. "Busy day?"
Chuck responded, "Not until now, Miss Waldorf. I cleared the rest of the day for you."
Blair glided across the room to Chuck's big leather chair. He turned his chair to face her and she sat in his lap. They pressed their lips together multiple times. Chuck undid her blue Constance Billiard jacket while Blair undid his purple tie and lavender dress shirt. Chuck pushed her up from the office chair and led her over to the client couch. Their bodies worked in perfect motion.
"I've been waiting for this Chuck to come back. It's been so long since I've seen the real you," Blair whispered, out of breath.
"It's nice to be back. I wouldn't mind having more days like this."
Blair took Serena's advice and decided she should talk to him. "You know I've been having a lot of dreams of us together. Just us. Alone."
"Oh really? Well I dream about you a lot, too." Chuck smiled. This coming from Chuck was very unusual. He almost always dreamed about stripper girls, like the ones at Victrola, the burlesque bar he owns.
"I had a daydream in science today. It was perfect. We were on your yacht in the middle of the ocean with no one else around. You undid my bathing suit with your teeth –"
"I like the sound of this dream," Chuck laughed.
"But then you paused and just looked me in the eyes."
"Like this?" Chuck's brown eyes stared straight into Blair's romantically.
"Yeah. But then you said something … well started to until my teacher interrupted me."
"What was it?" Chuck asked.
"You started to say that you loved me." Blair flinched.
"Excuse me. I have to do something." Chuck pulled his naked body away from Blair.
"I thought you cleared the day up for me."
Chuck was pulling on his clothes. "I forgot to clear this one thing. I'll call you later."
He left the room, leaving a clothes-less Blair lying on the couch. Once again, Chuck let the person who cared most about him down. She got up, put on her Constance uniform, and pulled out her phone to send a message to Serena.
I need you S. Please meet me at my apartment. –B
