Hey all! Thanks for reading and for those of you who take the time to review as well. I appreciate it very much. Anyway, Blair and Chuck finally get to talking in this chapter (YaY!). I'll post tomorrow if i have the chance, though i'm not too sure since i have a lot of last minute things to do for my class on Saturday. Anyway leave a comment if you enjoy, and if you don't i hope you've enjoyed it as well! Happy Readings! xoxo


Chuck straightened his bow tie and looked at himself in the glass walls of the plain black suit and black shirt was accentuated by the bright red bow tie he wore.

Serena Van der Woodsen turned out to be more helpful than he'd expected. Well no that was a lie, he expected her to be great help to him considering she was Blair's best friend and therefore her confidant. As her confidant, she would know the ins and outs of Blair Waldorf's mind. But what he hadn't expected was how willing and excited she was in helping Chuck win over Blair.

According to Serena, Blair could use "a little adventure in her life." Chuck smiled at his reflection. Nate and Serena were actually great people once he took the time to get to know them. Although his reasons for getting to know them were selfish, he had no doubt that he'd be able to form a friendship with both Nate and Serena simply because of who they were and how well they had gotten along these past couple of days.

It was Saturday night. Exactly one week since he'd first spoken to Blair and her guard had not gone down in the slightest. He still approached her in school, he eyed her with clear interest, he flirted and made lascivious remarks that only served to agitate her. He smiled at how prudish she behaved in public, even though Serena promised him that she was a piece of work in private. And when he spoke with Serena after Blair chose to ignore him, he noticed the pointed gaze she threw in their direction and the attitude she automatically picked up with Serena.

Tonight he hoped to get to see the other side of her. Serena had invited him to an End of School Year bash she was throwing at her lavish home. Everyone was excited for the coming summer, many planning to head to various destinations promptly after the school bell rang that upcoming Monday. The idea would have worried Chuck if it weren't for the fact that Serena said Blair usually spent her summers in New York alongside her father and her father's partner who came to summer with the Waldorf women.

He had the entire summer to win her over, especially if she found herself alone in New York City with only Chuck Bass to turn to.

The elevator doors dinged open and led him into a dim, luxurious "ballroom" setup. There were golden and pink strobe lights, satin sheets adorning the archways, pillars placed in precise locations, smoke rising from the hookah pipes scattered across the room, and eclectic music piping out of the surround system in the room. Chuck had never come to a party that was so UES, mainly because he hadn't become part of the UES world until that past January when his father had scored millions from his business dealings. Tonight he realized how much he had been missing out on.

Serena caught his eye from the corner of the room and she rushed over to him in a huff of elegant perfume, sexy tanned legs and a radiant emerald halter dress. "Chuck! I'm so glad you could make it," she said as she quickly embraced him and began dragging him to where she had been standing. "Come. Come. Nate's over here and Blair is somewhere around here too," she offered as she winked at him and stopped right next to Nate.

"Nathaniel, nice to see you," Chuck said as he patted Nate's shoulder and grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

"You too," Nate responded. "You're in for the kill tonight?" Nate asked smugly as he grabbed Serena's waist and whispered something in her ear that made her blush and burst into giggles.

"I'll be trying. Obviously you already succeeded," Chuck grinned as he noticed the exchange between his two friends.

"Oh. That's just some innocent flirting," Serena said. "I'm waiting for Nate here to decide to settle down..."

Nate grinned nervously and pulled Serena closer. "Let's go dance," Nate suggested.

Serena shook her head disappointedly, but took his hand and led him to the dance floor anyway.

Chuck smiled as the pair walked away from him, his eyes scanning the room looking for a certain brunette that had yet to make her presence known. As his eyes reached the dance area, he spotted the set of curls that had driven him insane this past week. He wondered what they would feel like in his hands, what they would smell like as he held her close and kissed her. Oh how he longed to kiss her and touch her.

And she looked spectacular tonight. Curls picked up in disarray with strays falling to frame her face like an angel. She wore classically simple makeup to go along with her incredibly sexy black, lacy, fitted dress. The only unflattering object she wore was the man on her arm.

Blair was dancing with a blue blood. Tall, blond and blue eyed. Chuck instantly hated him. Damn her. Blair leaned in whispering something in his ear that had the Adonis loser grinning like a complete idiot. Damn it. He needed to make his move as soon as possible.

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Blair swayed lightly to the music as Brian twirled her expertly across the dance floor. She faked the smiles, she faked the laughter, she even went along with the idle chatter that Brian came up with. Everything was perfect. The party, the music, the gorgeous guy that was holding her close. But something was off. Something inside of her did not allow her to enjoy the company she was in. Blair looked over Brian's shoulder and spotted him.

Chuck Bass standing in the opening of the archway. He was staring at her with those dark eyes that seemed to bury straight into her very soul. She instantly felt a familiar warmth (familiar because it had been happening everyday this week whenever he came around) spread through her body. There was a nervous fluttering making her sick to her stomach. Oh God. Why the hell am I reacting like this because of him? Quickly looking away, Blair caught the end of what Brian had been saying and smiled. She turned him around, not wanting to catch Chuck in her sight again and continued dancing.

"May I cut in?"

That voice. Damn it. And those shivers. Damn treacherous body.

Blair looked up at Brian with desperate eyes, but he had already turned around to see who had spoken.

Chuck looked Brian up and down. His eyes were challenging, daring Brian to refuse him the dance.

"Uh. Sure," Brian responded unwillingly. "I'll catch ya later, B."

Blair quickly placed her hand on her hips and looked at Chuck with as much attitude as she could muster considering her current state of mind. "Thanks. You just ruined a perfectly good dance with Brian," she began dramatically.

Chuck smiled at her and grabbed her hands, pulling her close to his body. "Allow me to make it up to you."

Blair sucked her teeth and ignored the sudden heating of her blood and erratic pumping of her heart. She forced her body to remain as still as possible, but her bones seemed to have a mind of their own, and they were suddenly melting against his hard frame. He smelled heavenly. Like liquor and hot male. And he was warm, warm all over. His hands were burning right through the thin material of her dress and searing the skin at the small of her back. She felt on fire and she was having a hard time breathing. She needed to pull away.

Trying to pull herself away from Chuck's strong grip, she found herself being pulled even closer still. She could feel him everywhere. It was as if their clothes did not exist and she was pressed against him in the most intimate of dances. God. This is not good.

"So Waldorf. Why have you been ignoring me?" Chuck whispered against her ear as the music turned to a slow tune and he began a tantalizingly slow rhythm.

"Ignoring you. Whatever do you mean?" Blair asked sarcastically, knowing full well that she had cut conversations short with Serena and/or Nate all week whenever Chuck happened to come around.

"Well I've gotten to see your backside more than your face this week. Even though I'd be a fool to complain. It's quite a view you've got there," Chuck teased as he felt Blair's inhalation of breath against his own chest.

"How dare you? You're rude and obnoxious."

"Ouch. Your words cut deep, lady," Chuck continued with the banter. There was no way he was letting her get away.

"What do you want?" Blair asked, resigning herself to ask. Whatever he wanted she'd try to give, just so that he could leave her alone.

"Isn't that the million dollar question." Chuck turned his head and looked her straight in the eyes. "I want you."

Blair missed a step and stepped on his foot.

"Ow. Watch it will ya? Those heels hurt."

"Sorry. Sorry. Did I hear you correctly?" Blair stuttered to ask, never having been so blatantly addressed before.

"What?"

"You know what. What did you just say?" Blair shot back, unable to say the words herself.

"Oh. That I want you. Date me. Go out on a date with me," he clarified, sweeping her into a dip in beat with the song. He caught Nate and Serena's eyes from across the dance floor as they looked on and smiled at him.

Blair noticed the direction of Chuck's gaze and found her two friends smiling appreciatively at Chuck. Traitors. I will strangle Serena myself. And Nate, well Nate should be even easier to kill off than Serena, Blair silently mused.

"Why would I date you? You've obviously connived your way into the good graces of my friends. What are you trying to do?" Blair asked heatedly as she managed to put a mere hairsbreadth distance between their bodies, but some distance nonetheless.

"Exactly what I said. I intend to date you. I intend for you to see how wonderful I am. I intend for you to fall madly in love with me. Oh and my intentions are purely ungentlemanly as well..."