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Blair was anxious. And scared. And nauseous. And stressed.

And those pathetic butterflies that had disappeared after a few months of breaking up with Chuck all those years ago, were now back and fluttering at full force. It seemed that they were making up for lost time.

Dammit! Blair just relax, will you? It's not a big deal?

Right idiot. Because that kiss he gave you last night was not a big deal.

No no! That kiss meant nothing. Nothing.

So you weren't tossing and turning the whole night through? You weren't getting hot and achy with unfilled desire while you contemplated pleasuring yourself?

Shuffling the papers on her desk, she tried to focus on the orders she had to finish for her mother's new line. The stack she had walked into this morning had not decreased in the least. In fact, it had only increased as Stella walked in and out throughout the day bringing more and more paperwork with her. And on top of it all she'd been late to work! Late! She had never been late in the entire four years she had been working here. She was really off her game today. Shoot, she'd been off her game since Saturday when Chuck mother-effing Bass had decided to just waltzed into her life like he belonged there.

Turning to eye the clock nervously- as she had been since the moment she'd walked into her office that morning- she saw it read four o'clock. In three hours, she would be sitting through dinner or whatever God forsaken idea Chuck had planned for them.

Three hours.

Giving up on her work, she stood and walked over to the closet she'd had built into her office. Opening the doors slowly, she eyed the dress Serena had picked out for her this morning with a critical eye. This was the reason she had been late. This. This poor excuse for clothing. She felt like a whore. Like a complete and utter loosey...goosey?

God Blair, you're not in nursery school. Buck up. Act your age.

Mentally giving herself a swift quick, she grabbed the dress from the hook and cursed whatever had possessed her to allow Serena to pick out her outfit. It wasn't that bad, but she hadn't worn such revealing clothes since...well since she'd been dating Chuck. Back when she loved her body as much as Chuck loved it. Back when he made her feel like the most beautiful, sexy, desirable woman on the face of the planet. Back when she dressed specifically for him. When she dressed for the off-chance that Chuck would drag her into a closet or darkened corner and make love to her desperately. When he would "punish" her over and over for wearing something so tantalizing.

The very memory of those times brought a flush, hot, needy feeling to her body.

Slipping into the bathroom that was adjacent to her office, she slid off her pleated skirt and matching jacket and picked up her dress. The Vera Wang dress glimmered and shined in her hands as the light hit it just right. The silky navy blue material beckoned to be touch, and she slid her hands across the enticing material. Hopefully Chuck wouldn't be beckoned to the dress as well, though knowing Serena that was likely the reason why she picked it out. Little slut, Blair thought as a smile splayed across her face.

As she slid the dress on, she realized just how much skin it would be revealing. The neckline dipped right between her breasts, in a tasteful yet way too exposing way. She'd have to take of her bra or risk fashion suicide. The back of the dress wasn't a back at all, as the material started at the small of her back and worked its way down to mid thigh. My God, I barely have any clothes on at all!

Blair walked over to the mirror and took a good look at her reflection. Well...not so bad, if I do say so myself, she mused as she spun around and saw how perfectly silky and creamy her back looked and how lusciously pert her butt was. She giggled to herself, turned around and began retouching her makeup.

Ten minutes later, she was set. She'd lotioned up her body, sprayed some more perfume on, loosened her hair into those perfect curls that she knew drove Chuck crazy (not that she was dressing up for him or anything. No no no. That was not the case), and did her makeup simply but accentuating of her every feature.

Satisfied with the way she looked, she turned around, turned off the lights and opened the bathroom door.

What she found in her office blew all the air out her lungs.

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First she'd have to murder Stella. How dare she let him into her office without buzzing him in or without informing her.

Second, she'd have to murder Serena. Or Lily. Whoever the hell it was that had told him that she worked here. Although, if she thought about it, Chuck probably knew she worked with her mother anyway, so finding her office wouldn't be so difficult.

But she'd definitely have to murder Stella and whichever incompetent guard had granted him entrance into the building.

Blair stood glaring at Chuck angrily, upset that he'd caught her off guard once again. He was almost three hours early! And in her office! He was suppose to meet her at home...later.

But before she stomped over to him and began to rant off a slur that would make a sailor blush, she stood cold as she saw the way his eyes were grazing up and down her body. It was as if he were physically touching her. She felt naked. Completely naked. The scantily piece of nothing she wore felt like decoration. Finely placed decoration that highlighted her body and emanated only one idea to any man who stared at her: sex. And if the way he was looking at her was anything to go by, Chuck Bass definitely had sex on the mind.

"Wow..." he murmured dreamily, not even looking her in the eyes. His eyes were plastered on her chest, and he wasn't ashamed to show it. "Just...wow..." he finished as he began to stalk toward her.

Blair retreated quickly, not caring that she seemed like a pitiful idiot, but the way he strode toward her warned her that he wouldn't be dissuaded from his objective. And she feared that once he got started on said objective, she wouldn't be able to resist either.

And just as suddenly as she'd started moving backwards, her motion was thwarted by the hard wooden door of the bathroom she'd just vacated. Since encountering Chuck Bass that past weekend, she had been stalked and preyed upon, cornered and cage way too many times than she cared for. This time, it felt worse.

Chuck smiled and in two more strides had her pinned against the wall with his entire body pressed against her.

"You shouldn't have worn that. Then again, maybe you wore that dress for this very reason," Chuck reasoned out loud as he traced his fingers lightly across her shoulder and followed the dip to the valley between her breasts. Blair held her breath as his finger seared the path of skin he traced. "Like the old days. Remember?" Chuck whispered against her ear, his breath hot and wet and sexy. It turned her on. He turned her on like no one else ever had. Like no one else ever would.

"Chuck..." Blair groaned out. It was all she could manage to say. And the way she said it...well the way she said it made her sound just as desperate and as turned on as she actually was.

"You do remember, don't you? The way you use to dress me in order to tempt me into fucking you in public," Chuck chuckled lightly as his hand went around her back and touched the bare skin there. "Oh my God...you're half naked," Chuck stared into her eyes in shock, his hands groping at bare skin, skimming her entire back to see just where her dress began.

Blair gulped.

He was right. She was half naked. And she had Chuck Bass pressed against her.

She was half naked.

And she could feel Chuck Bass' growing erection right against her throbbing heat.