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Flirting With Danger – Chapter 7
When the two of them entered Templeton Hall together, everyone turned to stare. No self-respecting Henderson agent would be caught talking to someone from Evin & Larrson.
Especially not Blair Waldorf. So it came as a shock when she walked into the hall with none other than the notorious Evin & Larrson agent, Chuck Bass. The two of them headed for the back room, which was used for various activities like judo, sparring, or even yoga.
"So how exactly are we going to do this?" Chuck smirked, enjoying all the attention he was getting from the other agents.
"Do what? We're sparring aren't we?" Blair looked puzzled as she pushed the door open.
He bit his tongue to keep from bursting into laughter. "You were serious about sparring? C'mon, Waldorf, you know you can't beat me."
"Is that so?" Blair raised her eyebrows. "Why the hell not?"
"I'm Chuck Bass."
"And I'm Blair Waldorf," she retorted using the same expression and tone as him.
The smirk left his face, "fine. You'll learn the hard way, then."
Blair slipped out of her pumps and left the room, "I need to change. You don't expect me to kick your ass in my Alexander McQueen skirt, do you?"
"Hello, Donald," Chuck answered his phone.
"Chuck, where are you two staying tonight?" Donald demanded.
"Blair will probably go backto her place and I'll be at my suite...why?"
Donald sighed, "I forgot to mention that the people who are trying to recruit you two are under the impression that you're lovers. They'll be watching your every move and it would be strange if you didn't spend the night together."
Chuck's eyes lit up, "so we have to spend the night together?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so. Look, just make sure you enter the hotel together. Then you can get her another suite, okay?" Donald Dillon hung up.
When Blair entered the room, Chuck got to his feet. "Are you sure you can beat me, Waldorf?"
"Positive," she smiled sweetly.
"Well then...I have a proposition for you," he drew closer to her until they were only inches apart.
"What is it?" Blair asked, trying her hardest not to lose her cool and crash her lips onto his.
"If I win, you spend the night with me - in my suite," he paused. "And if you win...I'll get you your own suite."
"Why do we have to be at the same hotel?" she narrowed her eyes.
"The director said Devin's people will be watching us. Apparently, they think we're lovers and it would be suspicious if we spend the night separately. So...will you accept my offer? If you win - you don't have to spend your night with me."
"What is this? High-school?" Blair scoffed, recalling her seventeenth birthday. They had made a bet - if Nate didn't call her by midnight, she'd spend the night with Chuck. She had lost, and had sex with Chuck Bass that night. I can get a suite on my own too, she reasoned with herself. But I want to wipe that infuriating smirk off his face so badly!
She looked at him straight in the eye, "you're on, Bass. Get ready to sleep in an empty bed tonight."
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After an intense hour of sparring, they were equally matched in their abilities. Finally, Chuck crashed to the floor and Blair was on top of him in an instant. Straddling him, she moved closer to his face as though leaning in for a kiss.
"I win, Bass. I always do," she whispered with a smirk of her own, her eyes daring him to do something about it.
Before she knew it, he had leaned forward and kissed her. In her shock, Blair quickly pulled back, and Chuck took the opportunity to turn the tables. In one swift move, he had her on the floor, her hands pinned down on either side of her.
"I don't think so, Blair. I win," he smirked at her as she squirmed under his grip.
"Chuck, you cheated!" she cried out angrily as he got off her. "Kissing is not allowed!"
"Oh come on! You enjoyed every second of that kiss," he retaliated.
"Did not!" Blair scowled as they left the hall and entered the limo.
"Looks like my bed won't be empty after all, huh?" he winked at her.
"Let's get this straight; we may be sleeping in the same bed but nothing isgoing to happen," Blair glared at him.
"We'll see if you can resist me when we're in bed," he grinned back at her, a plan already formulating in his head.
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"Wow," Chuck murmured under his breath as Blair emerged from the bathroom clad in a deep blue, flimsy La Perla camisole and matching boy shorts.
"Did you say something?" she looked up from her suitcase.
He shook his head and got into bed, observing her as she went through her pre-sleep rituals. She looked so comfortable washing and moisturising her face in his bathroom, it made him smile. You haven't changed that much, Waldorf. He admired her figure. Although she was already perfect when they were in high-school, she looked positively radiant now. Her legs were longer and more toned. Not skinny, but toned. He could tell she worked out a lot and her complexion was flawless. Chuck sighed and leaned back, phase 1 begins as soon as she's in bed, he thought to himself.
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Shit. Why is he staring at me like that? Blair squeezed out some cream onto her finger and applied it slowly, and deliberately on her face. It irked her how she'd momentarily enjoyed that little kiss in Templeton Hall. It also irked her how comfortable she was in his suite. It felt like returning home after a long business trip. Blair glanced at him in bed. He appeared to be asleep now. His head of dark brown hair was the only thing visible, and his face appeared to be buried in the pillow. Sighing in relief, she switched off the light and made her way to bed.
Thank god he fell asleep before I got in bed, she turned to lie on her side, her back facing Chuck. I thought he'd try something on me.
Chuck felt her silenty get into bed with her back to him and ten seconds later, he inched closer to her.
"Waldorf," he whispered into her ear causing her eyes to open.
Blair gulped. Why is he so close to me? I thought he was asleep! "Yes, Chuck?" she finally asked softly.
He didn't answer but instead pulled her curls away from her neck and began peppering it with soft kisses.
She shut her eyes tightly so he wouldn't see , "what are you doing, Bass?" she managed to say in a strangled whisper, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Again, he didn't answer and continued to kiss her neck, moving on to her collarbone. Before she knew it, she was lying on her back and he was on top of her. Her skin erupted in goosebumps as his kisses penetrated her.
She used every ounce of self-control she had and said, "Chuck, you have to stop!" Blair wriggled out from under him. "I can't do this."
He looked at her for a long time and sighed, "goodnight, Blair."
She bit back tears as he said that - she could hear the genuine sadness in his voice.
"Goodnight, Chuck."
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