Title: Siren's Call
Author: Missbabyv
Summary: She's the modern-day siren, but he's no sailor. Their serinum scopuli? Washington DC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gossip Girl or it's characters, neither do I own the song 'material girl' by Madonna. This story is my own original creation, without my wicked mind this chapter would not be here.
AN: I hope you all enjoy the chapter and I look forward on reading your thoughts on it. I also want to share that I have come to a conclusion on the whole Nate with Blair thing. But I'm not going to spoil you by telling you what of course. But I promise, my mind will come up with something wicked, as always, and you'll enjoy ^^
CHAPTER 4 'Material Girl'
They can beg and they can plead
But they can't see the light,
'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash
Is always Mister Right
As I close the door of the brownstone behind me I finally wrap my head around what just happened. I walk down from the steps, onto the sidewalk when I see a black slick town car awaiting me. The chauffer steps out once he sees me coming. He gives me a kind smile and for the first time I'm really understanding how much my life has changed in the past 12 hours.
In my left hand I now hold the key to my new shared apartment in the Nord-East region of Capitol Hill. In the other hand i hold my purse, which now contains a brand new and shiny platinum credit card: emergency's only, Diana pressed, the number of my new off shore bank account and an envelope filled with 25 one hundred dollar bills as an advance on my first pay check since the card attached to my latest bank account will be activated somewhere within the next 24 hours. I step closer and the chauffer opens the car door for me and closes it behind me once I've taken a seat. The car pulls away from the curb and starts to drive , clearly given directions by Diana, about 10 to 15 minutes later we drive through a gate and stop in front of what appears to be an old industrial building that clearly has been given a make-over. The driver opens the car door for me once more and I step out of the car. The building is beautiful and it even has some landscaping in the front, not much but is has a young three and some flowerbeds. It's beautiful and a whole lot better then my crappy apartment right now. Now that I'm moving out again my mother can start looking for an apartment building in a more upscale area with only one bed and bath instead of two beds and one and a half baths.
I walk into the building and make my way up to the third floor. This building houses two very large apartments and I'm on top. Yay! I can't help but smirk at my own dirty joke. The elevator stops and I get out, as I inset my key into the keyhole the door flies open. In the doorway: Georgina Sparks. "Welcome to your new home!" She says cheerful and gestures me to enter the loft. As she walks in front of me she shays: "when Diana told me she would find me a new housemate fast, I never imagined with 72 hours."
"Here I am." I'm actually pretty excited about having Georgina around. Diana made me tag along with her in the beginning and I somehow grew fond of her. Perhaps she'll be my first friend in this business.
"Well I am glad you are. I got bored already. There was nobody to torture." Georgina gives me on of her wicked smiles as she makes the joke. For a moment I wonder if she's serious or not. My hesitation must have been obvious, because she looks at me a serious look: 'I'm only kidding, B!"
"I can call you B, right?" She wonders immediately after.
"Yes, sure." I smile. The pronunciation of that one letter takes me back to my high school days, the time I was popular and the queen of the school. I literally ruled the playground. How the mighty have fallen… But I'm working my way back to the top, once more I must smile at my choice or words 'working on top'.
Georgina gives me a tour around the loft and I'm blown away. It's totally open plan, a living area with a large kitchen. Attached to the large and spacey living area, we each have a master bedroom, that easily fits the queen-size bed that stands inside it, a walk-in closet and an en-suit bathroom with both a shower and a bath. Upstairs she shows me the mezzanine, that has been decorated as a relaxing area with big fluffy couches and even bigger cochins. Behind the mezzanine there is another room that is currently in use as a fitness area and there's another bathroom behind it. Least but not least Georgina shows me the two rooftop terraces and I think I'm in heaven! Scratch that, I know I am.
"I'm surprised to see you here." Georgina admits as we descend down towards the kitchen.
"I'm surprised to be here. When I signed with Diana she never mentioned this."
"She must think you are special. Otherwise she wouldn't bother with any of this." Georgina smiles.
Once more that word special. Mister Bass kept throwing it around and now Georgina does the same. "What do people have with the word 'special' around here…?" I wonder, obviously frustrated about it.
Georgina smiles: "we are all special, B. Only one person can be more special then the other." My mouth falls open confused, even special has different degrees.
"Elaborate, please…"
"When you are special, you are distinct among other of a kind." Georgina begins and I immediately interrupt: "I am well aware with the dictionarial explanation of the word, Georgie…" And she smiles: "We, you and I" she continues: "are special to Diana because we are designed or reserved for a particular kind of clientele. When we girls put special in front of a client is usually means that we allow additional things."
"Oh." I say. My mind immediately goes back to my night with mister Bass and I wonder what other additional things he could expect from me: he already has my real name and my lips. What else is there? My mind goes to my limitations and I cringe. Never.
"Mister Bass, is a special client." Georgina says, pressing the word.
"He mentioned, demanded and collected on that part." I say cheekily, and I start to blush immediately after.
Georgina's eyes grow big at my bunt forwardness. "Spill!"
I tell her about the beginning of the night, how he seduced me into staying, how he demanded to kiss me on the lips and how I let him and last but not least how I admitted my real name to him.
"He made you stay?" She wonders.
"Yes. I tried to leave twice..." I confess, "even though I didn't say it out loud he somehow sensed it and every time he did something that made me change my mind.
"He did?"
"Yes."
"That's so unlike him."
"Is it?" I wonder.
"Yes. The other behaviour is classic Chuck Bass style, but seducing you into staying..." she presses the word. "Have you told Diana about this?"
"No." I say, but then my mind begins to wonder "should I have?"
"No. Don't tell her."
Georgina pressed on it a bit too much for my liking: "why not?" "Could forbid us from meeting again?" I wonder fearfully. Oh, how I would love to have a second date with him.
Georgina burst out laughing: "forbidding Chuck Bass something. Oh darling, you really have no idea who you are dealing with..."
I give her a confused look. Apparently so, but all I know about his I learned from the media, and everything they say must always be taking lightly, I only met him for the first time hours ago. Even tough my family was rich in the past, we never associated with the super rich families, like the Bass-clan. My mother always said they were too hard to keep up or compete with, but in reality they wanted nothing to do with us and my mother envied their wealth and could cope with that fact, she had the tendency to act like a groupie around them.
"No-one forbids him anything." Georgina speaks up bringing me back into the future. And prevents me from reminiscing any further. "I wouldn't count on seeing the inside of his room any time soon. He doesn't do do-over's."
My heart fall in the pit of my stomach and for some strange reason is hurts.
The next few days Diana gives me the time to move my stuff and to settle in. Georgina and I get better aquatinted at Chanel, Dior and Barney's. My mother is taking my move really good, much to my surprise. I guess she's happy to be free again as well and that's most likely the reason she's not objecting, unless she's in the market for a new husband. That's also a possible option. I told my mother I found a job as an event planner, I figured that is that job description has the perfect cover for all the late hours and trips I'm going to make in the future. It's not a total lie, I actually don't plan the events, Diana and Naomi do that for me, because you can't plan it if you are the event. But when younger I was actually really good at planning events, making it a believable carrier choice. Luckily for me I have a really self-centred mother so she didn't bothered with the details. Never did anyway.
After 3 days of 'rest' Diana informed me that I was accompanying a client on a dinner date and an overnight stay. The man's name: David Stone. I was told that the town car will be waiting for me at 7.30 sharp, ready for departure. I put on a new light green cocktail dress and a new pair of Manolo shoe's and I figured I was ready to go. Over an expensive dinner with too many courses and too little on the big plates, that David is 41 years old and a successful neuro surgeon who recently became head of surgery at the George Washinton University Hospital here in DC. Along with this promotion came his divorce, because he spend even less time at home. Thinking back on the dinner, it was the waiter who annoyed me the most the entire evening. With every course came a new bottle of wine, not because David and I had emptied the previous one, but because he claimed that it would compliment the food better. I would have disagreed with him every time, so that man can be thankful that I wasn't me picking up the check. We went to his place after dinner, drank some more wine and he talked, he talked about his life, his ex-wife and his demanding job. I gave him a massage and he dozed off near the end.
We had sex for the first time the next morning after he politely asked me to companion him into the shower. For me it was the second time that week and only 48 hours apart from my first ever professional encounter with mister Bass. Ah, that gorgeous sexy man…
Mister Stone was the first one ever where I applied my no kissing policy with and he gracefully accepted, but I have to admit that it sure felt different and I realised then that I was glad I gave in to Chuck's demand to kiss me that first time. David was gentle in his touch and kisses, but they missed a certain level of passion, but at least there was lust and that made me feel at least a bit desired. He buried his head into my neck as he pushed in and out of me, moaning kind things against my skin, one if them was my fake name and it felt really odd... The cold shower tiles slightly hurt my back and I was able to make myself cum by rubbing my bundle of nerves as he announced he wasn't far off. The sex was actually enjoyable as the man is well shaped below the belt and not badly skilled at all. After that he left and so did I, in last nights clothes. Apparently they are not obligated to arrange a new set of clothing for the day after, like Chuck did, or perhaps I should stick to calling him mister Bass. I make the mental note not to mention the fact that he arranged for me to avoid a walk of shame to anyone.
As I open the door to our loft I find an impatient Georgina tapping her perfectly manicured foot against the dark wood floor. "What took you so long?" She stresses, before walking of towards the living area.
"I didn't know you were expecting me…" I say, feeling kind of guilty and I wonder what I have done. Not that I have done anything wrong so far, at least not that I know off…
"I called your cell phone about a dozen times…" She hisses.
"What?!" I say as I put down my purse on the table and start searching through my purse. "I never heard it ring once…" Once I get a hold of my new phone; another courtesy of Diana, she grabs it out of my hands.
"That's because it's silenced…" Georgina says after taking a look at it and dropping it back into my purse. In a first response I immediately start looking again, luckily it hasn't gone far down. Big purses are a curse and a blessing in one: you can carry so much stuff around, but you can not decently find a single thing in it… I check the phone and see five missed calls and all of them have Georgina's caller ID, the last one was about 5 minutes ago.
"I'm here now. So what's the issue?" I wonder.
"You have a guest." She says
"That's the emergency?" I wonder, but then I realise I was planning on going down to city hall today and start the procedure for changing my address and since I only have told my mother about my move… "Please don't tell me it's my mother." I start rambling. "You haven't told her anything have you? More importantly what have you told her? I need to get my facts straight because for an unobservant mother she sure does pay attention to the details…"
"Hold on. Why would your mother come here?" Georgina wonders, interrupting my rant.
"So, it's not my mother?" I answer her question with a question. "Good…"
"No." I sigh in relief at her answer. "So who's my guest then?"
"You really have no clue." She states. I frown at her in return. "Don't frown. You'll create wrinkles." Georgina comments. OMG, she's just like my mother!
I push the mental note aside for a moment and refocus on our conversation.
"Of course I have no clue! I haven't told anyone but my mother about my change in address. I'm still trying to think of a way to explain all of this."
Georgina looks at me and I can see she's internally debating when ether or not she's going to believe me. "Who's arrival made you so suspicious?" I wonder.
"Who do you think?" She says.
"Tell me it's not who I think it is…" I plea. I close my eyes for a moment when I hear the click of the door as the handle is being pushed down.
"Hello Blair." I hear Chuck say from behind me. Oh my f*ing god… My inner goddess laughs at my initial reaction. I can feel the hairs all over my body stand up in a reaction on his husk, low voice. That night I thought it was just the way he talked when he was getting his game on, but apparently he always talks like that and the mere thought is bone chilling. I pull myself together as I take a deep breath before I throw him a look over my shoulder. He's nonchalantly leaning against the doorframe of my bedroom door and he looks delicious in his pinstriped suit, that is once more perfectly tailored, clinging to his body in all the very right places. I turn around completely when I decide to greet him: "Hello, Mister Bass." I keep my tone light, polite and businesslike by addressing him by his last name.
"Do I even want to know how you figured out I was here?" I wonder, my playful tone receives a glare form Georgina.
Chuck smirks at my remark: "Nothing to messy. I promise." His eyes linger over my light green cocktail dress and I feel myself get hot and wet at once. Oh how I hate him for being able to push my buttons so perfectly.
"Could I talk to you for a moment?" He wonders next as he gestures towards my bedroom. I look around and I'm glad he tracked me down here instead of at my old and miserable apartment. I would have had some explaining to do to my mother as to how and why Chuck Bass himself would come to visit me. He is the crème de la crème of the upper class. But I get the feeling that I might have the pleasure of doing that anyway as I feel Georgina's eyes burn holes in my back.
"Of course." I state, as I nonchalantly walk over, past him and into my room. I turn around and wait for him to follow me. I can see him nod at Georgina and she gives him her death-glare in return. I'llhave a lot of explaining to do…
He closes the door behind me, his fingers linger on the lock for a moment and somehow I expect him to turn it, but we both know what sign that would give towards Georgina. I wonder when ether or not she is going to have her ear pressed against the door right now, trying to listen in on whatever is about to happen here.
"What brings you here?" I wonder, as I ask him the question I notice a clothing bag neatly placed on top of my duvet.
"A promise." He smirks at me, eyeing me seductively.
"Don't you have people to do those kind of errands?" I wonder as try my best to maintain professional, just in case Georgina has her ear pressed up against the door.
"Yes, but some things I rather do myself." The sexually underlying tone is to much to bare, especially when he licks him lips before slowly approaching me. I step back every time he comes closer. He has a pleased smile on his face. For a moment I wonder why. As I feel the back of my knees hit the side of the bed. I swallow hard, when his grin grows wider.
"You look beautiful." He says as he takes the final step and stops right in front of me.
"I'm in last night's clothes." I admit.
"Perhaps I should help you take them off." He leans closer and I try to move back even more, but I can't.
"You know we can't. It's against the rules…" I try talking some sense into him. I would love nothing more than for him to ravish me right here and now, but if he does I'm knee deep in trouble with Diana and I'd rather not be.
"Rules are designed to be broken, Miss Waldorf." I swallow hard at his suggestion, the fact that even the idea of ravishing me has crossed his mind, makes me a hot and bothered. My mind is screaming no, as my body is saying 'yes' and my inner goddess is doing anything she can to change my mind so she can lure him in. He gives me a knowing smile. He knows about my inner battle. I blush a cherry red.
"I thought rules didn't apply to you…" I counter smugly.
I get a wicked grin in response. Bingo! "They don't, but unfortunately for me the same can not be said about you."
I give him an appreciative nod. He understands. Thank god.
"That doesn't mean I can't watch…" He returns, smug smile in place.
This time it is I who takes a step forward and he backs away. I gently pull the first strap of my light green dress off my left shoulder. He raises his eyebrow at me, challenging me. The strap rests half way on my upper arm, unable to fall any further. I look at him, slightly blushing. I know he's expecting me to tease him and not to follow trough on my initial movement. But as I pull the second strap of my right shoulder and lower my arm, his eyes grow wide when my dress slowly falls to the floor. He licks his bottom lip at the sight of my la Perla's.
I step out of my dress, placing myself right in front of him once more. I gently pull at the lapels of his suit jacket and gently smooth the fabric on his right shoulder. "Thank you for returning my clothes personally, Mister Bass." I say all sweet and innocent.
He blinks for a moment, obviously taken aback by my sudden change in approach. "It was my pleasure."
I give him a smile before I walk away from him. "If you don't mind, I'm going to take a bath now." I can feel his eyes burn on my back as I slowly walk over to my very large bathroom. I unclasp my bra before I give him a look over my shoulder, covering my breasts with my left hand and arm, holding on to my bra with my right hand. "Unless you want to watch…" I press the word more then I originally intended as I hang my bra on the doorknob of the bathroom. As I look back at him he looks at me in awe or shock. I'm not sure. I smile with glee at my own sudden boldness. My inner goddess is dancing around inside and I just want to scream.
I start my bath, select the right bottle of bath salt and pour some in. I take my towel and walk across the room, I kick the door with my foot as I walk past so I can put my towel on the heating. I turn around and find the door still open. As I look down to see what might have caused it not to close I see a foot between the door. I cover myself as I look up into his dark amber pools as he steps into the room. "What are you doing?" I wonder
"Taking you up on that offer…" He says with his voice all husk and seductive as he pushes the door close.
Boys may come and boys may go
And that's all right you see
Experience has made me rich
And now they're after me