Chapter Two: Don't Confess

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Chuck stepped out of the shower only to hear the phone ringing. It wasn't his cell phone either, which meant that it was someone from the hotel calling. He grabbed a towel before walking out of the bathroom and picking up the phone. He was informed that no one other than Nathaniel Archibald was down in the bar, waiting for Chuck to join him. Why wouldn't Nate just text Chuck? Strange.

It took him a short amount of time to find some clothes and by then, his hair was dry and for once not appearing to need to be calmed down with a brush. He dropped his cell phone in to his pocket after switching it to vibrate, just so he'd have the pure enjoyment out of feeling how many more times Blair called him. He had no intention of returning the calls or any of the text messages she sent him, but it still interested him to watch how desperate she was to speak to him. However, it did annoy him that he wasn't sure what she wanted from him. Chances were that all she wanted were the numerous pairs of panties that she had accidently left in his hotel room. She'd be idiotic if she thought that Chuck would be able to tell them apart from all of the other pairs he had stuck underneath his bed.

Once he was down at the bar, he glanced around to search for Nate. He was no where in sight, but Blair Waldorf was sitting on a stool, her one leg crossed over the other and her foot swaying back and forth in the subtle way that you could only notice if you were looking, which Chuck was. Those red platforms of her's just drove him insane, which was good reason for why he decided that he shouldn't be near her. But it was just so tempting... And it couldn't hurt to talk to her, right? Some fun back-and-forth flirty comments would be good for them, or good for Chuck, at least. It would give him that fix that he needed to get through another week without her.
Made him sound like some sort of drug addict.

"Nathaniel Archibald? I hardly recognized you. I'm surprised the Captain would allow a sex change for his precious son," Chuck joked, taking a seat on the stool next to Blair.

"Nate wouldn't even look this good if he had a sex change," Blair insisted, locking eyes with Chuck before letting her eyes slide down and take in his body, which she had been craving ever since the extremely disappointing sex with Nate.

"Most men wouldn't," he let out, debating with himself whether or not he should order something to drink.

How was it that Chuck was flirting with her? He had been ignoring her, and now there was no appology, but he was flirting. He wasn't even upset that she gotten the bitchy woman to lie for her. Well, maybe it was a good thing. It meant that he wasn't in a bad mood.

"So what would you like, Waldorf? Someone to whip around? Sorry, but you'll have to use Nate for that. I'm not in to being dominated unless it's in bed, and even then it's not guarenteed I'll enjoy it," he told her after ordering a drink for himself.

"As pleasing as the idea of bossing you around is, I'm afraid that's not the reason I came here. I was actually interested in going up to your room, but I realized if you won't answer my calls, it's not likely that you'll just let me come inside, strip and get in to your bed," she said with a small sigh, her suggestiveness subtle but still evident.

"Get in to my bed? Don't you have a boyfriend to have sex with? I'm sure the orgasms aren't as fantastic with him, but you've got to take in to account the fact that his only experience is... well, Serena and her slut phase came after they slept together," Chuck reminded her, so he could rub in the fact that Nate had far less experience and he had slept with Blair's best friend. All he had to do was bring up how he didn't show up on her birthday, and he'd have enough bad memories to prove that Nate was not the gentleman that Blair thought he was.

"You're right about that. I greatly prefer Chuck Bass induced orgasms," Blair whispered, a grin spreading on her lips as she let the tip of her shoe brushed against his shin. "As for the boyfriend... Yes, I have Nate. But who says I need to have my cake and eat it too?"

Blair Waldorf would rather have the extravagent cake with the most amazing designs and an infinite serving number to be displayed at her dinner parties even though it didn't taste fantastic, but eat a delicious cake that made her mouth water, no matter if it wasn't even and the icing quantities were far too large for any woman who was worried about gaining weight. But in real life, the extravagent cake was Nate and the unbalanced one was Chuck, and the taste referred to their sexual abilities.

"Would you be insinuating that you want to eat my cake?" Chuck asked, accepting the drink that the bartender handed to him.

"I'm not insinuating anything. I'm saying that I want sex. Now. With you," she said, bending forward and resting her hand on his knee.

It didn't scare her that they were in a public place. Nobody came here, anyways. The only people who would notice her little advance on Chuck would be the older men sitting in the corner, discussing their business deals and little black books.

A small shiver travelled up Chuck's spine, and he quickly downed his drink. That must've been the first time when a girl touched him that he was thinking 'How do I get away from her?', and not 'How do I get away from these people so I can fuck her?'.

"Blair, I'm not interested. And stop calling me. Incase you haven't noticed, I won't pick up," he said, pushing her hand off of his leg and standing up, not bothering to wait for a response before turning and leaving the bar.