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Flirting With Danger – Chapter 2

Blair's eyes fluttered open and she took in the familiar surroundings. Wait a minute…why does this suite seem so familiar?

Blair sat up and saw Chuck sleeping peacefully on the couch. She smiled about the fact that he hadn't tried to sleep in the same bed as her, but realised that she had to get out there. She couldn't afford any distractions – she was only in New York for an assignment. And Chuck Bass was definitely a distraction. Though he was a rather handsome distraction, Blair found herself thinking.

She slipped out of bed quietly and scanned the room for her Jimmy Choo pumps.

"Shit," she muttered as she found them lying on the floor inches from Chuck's sleeping frame.

She inched towards him and bent down to take her shoes but as though on purpose, her phone rang, startling Chuck awake.

"Waldorf!" his sleepy eyes focused on her. "Leaving without a proper thank you? I thought your mother taught you better than that."

She blushed. God, since when do I blush around Chuck Bass?

"And what exactly do I have to thank you for?" she put her hands on her hips defiantly, not wanting to show him the effect he had on her.

He smirked, "well, maybe because last night, I was your knight in shining armour."

She frowned. Had she been that drunk that she'd let him bring her up here? I am never touching alcohol ever again!

"You don't remember do you?" he asked in an amused tone. "You passed out in the lobby."

Blair gasped at the thought of not having control over her actions, "I did not!"

"Luckily, I was there to catch you," he continued, his intense brown eyes never leaving hers.

"Well...thank you," Blair said quietly, and headed for the door without another word.

Chuck got to his feet, "Blair, wait."

"Yes, Chuck?" Blair turned around, her heart pounding. Is he going to kiss me?

"Welcome back to the city," he smiled a genuine smile. Damn it Bass, what's your problem! You want her so badly, then why can't you even kiss her?

She bit her lip and forced a smile on her face. Oh, God, I want him to kiss me. What is wrong with me? Ugh.

"It's good to be back."

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Blair got into a cab and flipped her phone open. Oh shit. She had totally forgotten about Gossip Girl. It was a text message from Serena.

Hey B, care to explain why GG said you spent the night at Chuck's?! - S

Blair quickly sent her an apologetic message and accessed Gossip Girl to see what that stalking psycho bitch had written about her. After so many years away from Manhattan, she had not expected Gossip Girl to still be around.

Spotted: Queen B, back in the city, leaving the lobby of The Palace with C. Rekindling their romance already, are they?

Blair sighed and leaned back. Her head was screaming at her to get into a bed ASAP. Maybe coming back to New York wasn't such a good idea.

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"Blair! Are you alright?" Serena shook her awake.

"How did you get here?" Blair groaned stretching her thin arms and getting out of her large bed.

Serena giggled, "your doorman found me very charming and didn't hesitate to give me the spare key."

"Oh right. I forgot you were Serena van der Woodsen," Blair rolled her eyes.

Serena had gone on to Brown after which she had gotten an offer to work in a drama series. Now, she was starring in a blockbuster film.

"So...?" Serena grinned at her friend.

"So what?" Blair tilted her head.

"So...why were you with Chuck last night?"

Blair downed a large glass of water and set it on her bedside table. "I passed out last night. He just took me up to his suite so I spent the night there. Nothing happened, S."

"Did you want something to happen?" Serena asked, noting a hint of bitterness in Blair's voice.

"No. I hate him," Blair said, a little louder than necessary.

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"Gwen! You don't understand. I want to start now! I can't stand having so much free time!" Blair cried into her phone.

"Oh come on, Blair. It's New York! Go shopping, settle into your new house, get a hot date or something," Gwen suggested.

Blair scowled, "been there. Done that."

"Oh really...even the hot date part?" Gwen teased.

Damn, she knows me too well. Blair exhaled loudly. "You know I don't date."

"Well, there's a first time for everything," Gwen hung up on her.

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"Mr Bass, are you listening?" his secretary pouted, obviously trying to seduce him.

"Yes, of course, carry on Madeline," he snapped out his reverie and focused on what the hot redhead before him was saying.

As she was leving his office, he called her back in, "Madeline, could you get me Blair Waldorf's number please?"

Madeline frowned. Who the fuck was Blair Waldorf?! "Of course, Mr Bass."

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Blairs phone was ringing. Again. Her phone did not recognise the number but she answered it anyway.

"Blair, it's me. Chuck."

Of course it's Chuck. Who else would have that husky voice that sends tingles down my spine?

"Chuck. What do you want," Blair asked, reducing her heart rate back to normal using the yoga techniques she had learnt.

"Dinner at the St Regis," he said, without missing a beat. It was not a question. He was ordering her to have dinner with him.

"I'm busy tonight," she said coldly.

"You're lying," he accused. After a few seconds, he added, "you owe me for saving you. Consider it my reward."

"Fine. Tonight at 8," Blair quickly hung up.

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