Flirting With Danger – Chapter 10
"Here!" Chuck threw the duffel bag on the floor in front of Roland.
Roland beamed at them, "fantastic, I'm proud of you two. Oh and by the way...you're hired. Vince will take you to your living quarters."
"I still can't believe I robbed one of my favourite stores!" Blair sighed, as they trailed behind Vince.
"Me neither," Chuck agreed. "Whoa!" His eyes went wide as they entered a grand townhouse not unlike the Archibald home.
"This is your new living quarters - your things have already been brought here," Vince said with a curt nod. "Let me know if you require anything else." With that, he left them to unpack.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Blair smiled at Chuck who was still eyeing the surroundings with wonder.
"It is," he nodded.
The house was elegantly furnished and various genres of artwork were tastefully placed throughout the large home. It was what Blair would imagine her home to look like after marriage. She could just imagine her and Chuck living here with a little family of their own.
Wait...did I just think about starting a family with Chuck Bass? "I'm going to shower," she muttered and dashed into the bathroom leaving a very confused Chuck Bass in the living room.
Blair Cornelia Waldorf! Stop acting like a high-school kid! You are not attracted to Chuck. She splashed some water on her face and gazed at herself in the mirror. Who am I kidding? I'm starting to fall in love with him again. No! No! No! No! Chuck is a jerk. A very hot jerk but still...a jerk! I AM NOT FALLING FOR HIM.
"I need a bath. These mixed emotions are probably just because I'm still traumatised from robbing Bergdorf's," she said out loud to no one in particular.
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"Uh...Chuck?" Blair stuck her head out of the bathroom and bit her lip. Shit. Why do I get myself into such situations? In her haste to get away from Chuck, she had not brought any clothes into the bathroom. Right now, the only thing covering her body was a small white towel that just managed to cover her breasts and her ass. "Chuck!" she shouted again.
With a sigh, she quietly slipped out of the bathroom only to discover that her luggage was all downstairs. "Fuck!" she whispered loudly, scanning the room for anything wearable. She spotted Chuck's white shirt lying on the bed and pulled off the minuscule towel. The shirt was half translucent and she felt extremely uncomfortable not wearing a bra or underwear.
But she so did not want to face Chuck when she was semi-naked.
Blair tip-toed down the stairs and saw that the living room was deserted. Breathing a sigh of relief, she entered the living room and found her Louis Vuitton luggage piled up in a corner. She rushed forward and tried to open her suitcase but to her dismay, the zipper was stuck.
"Today just isn't my day," Blair fumed as she struggled with the zipper. "I should totally sue Louis Vuitton." She strode into the kitchen where she could hear Chuck on the phone.
"Bass! I need you!" she wailed, completely forgetting the fact that she was still dressed in only his flimsy white Hugo Boss shirt.
Chuck's jaw dropped at the sight of a slightly damp Blair Waldorf screaming that she needed him. Oh, and she was wearing his translucent shirt.
"In the bedroom or on the kitchen counter?" he smirked at her, his eyes travelling down her slim body. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.
Blair blushed and pulled the shirt around her more tightly as her heart pounded wildly. "Help me with my suitcase, you perv. I need clothes."
He got to his feet. "Blair, I want my shirt back."
"You what?" Blair said incredulously.
"You heard me, Waldorf. I want my shirt back. You're getting it all wet," he accused moving closer to her.
Blair took a step away from him. "Chuck...be reasonable. My clothes are in the suitcase which I can't open. Help me get my clothes out and you can have your shirt back."
"But I want it back now, Blair!" he frowned at her in mock seriousness.
"No. You just want to see me naked," Blair retorted, crossing her arms in front of her.
Chuck smirked, "that would be an added bonus."
"Oh, stop being so damn immature and help me out!" she shouted frantically as he moved closer. She took another step back and realised that Chuck Bass had her backed up against the wall.
Oh fuck. Today really isn't my day.
They were now inches apart and it took every ounce of self-control for her to maintain her icy glare.
"Do you need help taking that shirt off?" Chuck whispered huskily. "I'm always happy to help." He unbuttoned the first button.
"Chuck!" Blair swatted his had away. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Taking what's mine," he said coolly, gazing into her eyes.
"I'm not yours, Bass," she narrowed her eyes.
"I was talking about the shirt." He unbuttoned the second button and then the third, trailing his finger along her collarbone.
Blair shuddered and shut her eyes tightly so that he couldn't see them rolling back in pleasure. "Chuck, stop," she breathed.
He was on the fourth button now. "You don't really want me to stop, do you?" he murmured in her ear, causing something in her stomach to flutter. Butterflies?
Before she knew it, his lips were on hers and pushing him off her was the last thing on her mind. All she felt was pure bliss. As though she was meant to be here, in his arms, kissing him.
"Chuck...I..." Blair gasped breathlessly as she pulled away for some oxygen.
"Shhh," he silenced her with a kiss that made her want to drag him up to the bedroom and rip his clothes off.
"Mr Bass?" Vince stood in the doorway looking very fascinated.
The two of them broke apart and Blair started buttoning up her shirt, her face flushed from the initensity of the kiss. Oh my god, if he hadn't interrupted us...we'd probably end up having sex right here in the kitchen!
"Blair wait," Chuck called out as she ran upstairs.
Sighing, he turned to Vince with a scowl. "Yes, Vince?"
"Sir, Donald Dillon wants to meet you urgently at 8," Vince informed him.
"Oh great. So you're CIA too huh?" Chuck asked still thinking about how good it felt to kiss Blair again.
"Yes, I am." Vince looked down, "if you don't mind me asking...are you and agent Waldorf romantically involved?"
"It's complicated, Vince."
"I'm sure it is. But...isn't it unprofessional? I mean...you two are just supposed to be lovers - you don't really HAVE to be lovers," Vince looked confused.
"I don't see how this is any of your business," Chuck said coldly with a dismissive wave. "Goodbye Vince."